[quote][center]R.I.P. 
Logan Young
2/26/1999 - 6/17/2014
[i]A Good Son[/i][/center][/quote]
"WHATS Going On?!?!" Logan screeched as the hot tentacle mess started to grab hold.

The tentacles where gripping Logan hard. In some alternate universe this would probably turn in to some sort of bad hentai. Regardless, Logan's breath was limited and it didn't help that most of it was used with that startled yell, nor did it help that at this moment his bones were about to shatter from the extreme amount of force. The pain almost unbearable as his vision blurred from lack of oxygen. 

As a last ditch effort, Logan tried to transform into a weapon. Logan had no feeling left in his body to tell weather or not it was working, but as the tentacles shifted to a tighter grip, he knew he had done it. Now to- *CRACK*

With that Logan was no more. No more thoughts about home, or the cute girls he met earlier that day. No more worrying or confusion in the world as there was no world left; only him and his body that was now snapped in two. No more life.