Author Note: Everyone keeps asking for a Jagan/Kenlos so here it is. This is another one of my unfinished fics that I am converting for BTR. It was one of my favorites so hopefully I can finish it now!

Chapter 1: Haunted

It was a dark but warm night. The stars twinkled brightly in the night sky. The moon was at its fullest, large, with a faint orange tint.

Kendall shivered as the wind whirled around him, picking up dust and leaves, rustling the trees. He looked up and stared at the moon. Something was going to happen tonight. He could feel it in his bones.

His mother had called it intuition, but Kendall knew it was something more. He had been having feelings like this since he was a young child and he was never wrong. He could sense when something major was going to happen. He never knew what exactly, but he knew.

Tonight was no different. The signs were all there.

It was the last weekend of summer and he was walking home late from a friend's house. They were celebrating the end of the season with pizza and a small party. He was meant to stay over night, but something told him to go home.

So he did.

His house was no more than five blocks away, a mere ten minute walk at the most, but tonight it seemed to be much longer.

A sudden chill ran through him. He paused for a moment looking around, holding his breath as he listened intently. Goosebumps ran up his arms.

This was definitely something big.

He let out the air he was holding, his breath suddenly visible.

It was cold.

Kendall looked around in a panic. This wasn't right. It was the end of August. He was sweating not too long ago. There's no way the temperature could drop that quickly. Especially in LA.

With his heart hammering in his chest, he quickened his pace. He had to get home.

Something was wrong. Someone was waiting.

Someone?

He never sensed a person before. This was new to him, but he was certain. There was someone there, waiting and he had to get home.

As he reached the end of his street, his house in view only six houses away, he began to run.

The windows were all lit up, even in the late hour. His parents never stayed up this late.

Something was wrong.

A few seconds later and he was at the front gate and that's when he noticed the lights.

Blue and red alternating lights, blinding him as he stood on the sidewalk, fear coursing through his body.

The front door was wide opened and there was a woman in a blue uniform standing there.

His mouth dropped opened, his eyes were wide as the woman noticed him standing at the end of the walk, his feet cemented to the ground, unable to move.

She spoke to Kendall, but the words weren't clear.

Kendall watched in silence as more police appeared in the doorway, the woman now walking towards him, her arm outstretched as she approached the boy.

Kendall's tears swelled up as visions flashed before his eyes. Headlights, screeching tires, the sound of metal against metal.

He shook his head, trying to get the picture to dissolve, but there was nothing he could do about the screams. They were echoing through his head.

He knew what had happened before the officer even spoke.

He covered his ears, trying desperately to shut out the noises that continued to play in his mind, but it was no use.

It was too late.

He was too late.

Kendall jolted awake, his eyes flying opened as the screams of his dying parents disappeared from his ears replaced by the call of his cousin from one floor down.

"Kendall, are you ready yet?" Camille's voice echoed up the staircase to the attic which had been converted into his bed room.

Kendall groaned sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands as he took a deep breath trying to get the memory of his latest nightmare out of his head.

"Kendall! Let's go!"

"I'm coming!" he shouted back getting to his feet as he rushed around, picking up clothes from off the ground. He smelled them to make sure they were clean before pulling them on quickly.

When he was dressed, running his fingers through his hair to tame it a bit, he paused to glance out the window. It was a bright sunny day, though it didn't feel like it should be. He had a feeling of dread, but it wasn't like his 'intuition' it was just nerves. No, his 'intuition' was giving off another vibe. It was one he had been feeling for about a week now, since he moved to small town. One he couldn't quit yet decipher, but he was determined to figure it out soon.

At first he thought he was imagining it. That he was just confusing it with his emotions, but it was too strong to ignore. Something was going to happen and for once he couldn't tell if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

He thought about it for another moment before pushing it aside. He had other things to deal with right now.

Today was his first day at his new school and he was dreading it. He had lived in LA for as long as he could remember and if his life wasn't messed up enough he was now being thrown into a foreign jungle of adolescence.

At least his cousin Camille will be there to help him so he wasn't at a complete lost.

"Kendall!"

"I'm coming!" he shouted down the stairs as he slowly dragged himself up onto his feet. He slung his bag over his shoulder before stomping down the stairs to find his cousin waiting impatiently.

"We're going to be late," she complained, but smiled though, her brown eyes lighting up when she did. She brushed her brown locks out of her face before holding open her arms for a hug. Kendall returned the smile before falling into her arms hugging her back. "Are you sure you're up for this today? I won't tell Mom if you don't go. You can just hang out here for another day."

"Nah, it's alright. I've delayed it long enough as it is. I don't want to get too far behind."

"If you're sure," she shrugged before bending down and picking up her satchel, throwing it over her head as she headed for the door, Kendall right behind her.

They were about to step out when the sky opened up and it began pouring, causing Camille to jump back in surprise.

"Wow, that's odd," she said shaking her head before grabbing two umbrellas out of the rack next to the door, handing one out to her younger cousin. "When I came out to get the paper a few minutes ago there wasn't a cloud in sight!"

"Great," Kendall shrugged. "That's mid west weather for you."

She nodded, opening her umbrella up before rushing through the downpour to her car that was parked on the street.

Kendall took a deep breath before following suit. He was relieved when he jumped into the passenger side ditching his bag and umbrella in the back as he shivered slightly from the cold rain.

"It's really pouring out, isn't it?" he said as Camille started up the car. She was about to pull away when someone caught her eye. "What?" Kendall asked confused looking around to see what she was starring at. He squinted his eyes through the foggy windshield, but all he could make out was a dark figure just up the road.

Camille didn't answer. Instead, she put the car into gear and slowly drove forward along the side of the road until she caught up with the dark figure which Kendall soon realized was actually another teen walking along in the cold rain.

"You two want a ride?" she called out the window.

Kendall raised an eyebrow at her question. Two? He looked at her before turning his attention back to the figure that now stood in the window, blinking when another appeared right behind him.

The teen at the window was soaking wet, his dark brown hair plastered to his forehead as he squinted his chocolate orbs trying to see through the rain, "You don't mind, Cam?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Hop in!" she nodded her head towards the back.

The teen opened the door, but instead of sliding in, he stood in the rain holding it opened as a bright eyed brunette climbed in first. She scooted over to the other side, placing her bag on the floor as he climbed in before slamming the door. Kendall watched in the rearview mirror as the girl silently opened her bag, taking out a book before opening it up and reading it.

"Thank you," the teen nodded his head before turning to the girl and making sure she was wearing her seatbelt.

"Kendall, this is out neighbor Logan and his sister Katie," Camille introduced everyone as she pulled out into traffic, "This is my cousin Kendall. He moved in last week."

"Hey," Kendall gave a small smile as he twisted in his seat, holding out a hand to Logan. The teen merely looked at it before turning towards the window.

"Hi," he said simply.

Feeling awkward, Kendall pulled his hand back, rubbing the back of his neck as he did so, "Strange weather this morning, eh?" he asked trying to make conversation.

Logan shrugged, his eyes never leaving the window while Katie seemed to sink further into her book avoiding her surroundings.

"Alright, then," Kendall said to himself turning back around. He laid his head against the headrest, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath. His first attempt at making friends was an epic fail.

"Logan is the smartest kid at school," Camille explained, stopping at a red light, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel as she waited patiently for it to turn.

Kendall nodded with a little hum his eyes still closed.

The light turned green and Camille hit the gas, but the car didn't move, "What the?" she groaned noticing the car has stalled right there in the middle of the intersection. She reached for the key, trying to start the car, but the engine just wouldn't turn over. "Argh! I told Dad I needed to get this fixed!" she growled hitting her hands on the steering wheel before trying it again.

The cars behind them were beeping impatiently. Camille flipped on her hazard lights, rolling down her window to single for the cars to pass.

"Try giving it a little gas as you turn the key," Logan instructed from the back, leaning over in between the two seats.

"I'm trying, it's still not working!"

Kendall sighed. What a way to start off his first day of school. Being late.

It was then that he was overcome by a sudden sensation. He felt the tingling as images started flashes through his mind. The smell of burnt rubber filled his nostrils as the sounds of screams echoed through his ears.

His eyes popped opened in an instinct as he reached for his seatbelt. There was little time, "Everyone out of the car!" he exclaimed reaching over and unbuckling Camille's seatbelt before throwing open his door.

Though no one understood why, they obeyed, abandoning the immobile car and rushing out into the pouring rain.

"Kendall what's going on?" Camille asked as she crossed in front of the car, Logan right behind her.

Before Kendall could respond, the smell of burnt rubber engulfed his senses as the sound of screeching tires and a blaring truck horn became a reality.

Kendall grabbed the closest thing he could, Katie, flinging the two of them into an alley, the blond watching in fear as the dump truck mowed over his cousin's compact car, the sound of crushing metal deafening them.

It was all over in a matter of seconds. Cringing at what he would see, he released the younger girl before rushing out of the alley, calling for Camille.

He was relieved to find her safely on the sidewalk, Logan's body a protective cover as he laid on top of her. When he looked up, Kendall caught a glimpse of a crimson gash visible across his cheek, his eyes fell to Camille who seemed unscathed.

"Are you guys alright?" he asked as he approached.

Logan was helping Camille to her feet. She was shaking, but once again appeared to be unharmed. She ran to Kendall hugging him tightly, both glad to be alive.

"Dude, you should probably get that-" Kendall stopped as he looked at Logan. He was going to finish with 'cut looked at', but as he looked closer there was nothing there.

"What was that?" Logan asked as he hugged his sister, checking her over for any bumps or bruises she might of attained, but she was also unscathed.

"I could of sworn I saw this huge cut on your cheek," Kendall replied.

Logan touched his cheek with his hand as if looking for a cut before shrugging, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Kendall nodded confused as the sound of sirens filled the air and people from nearby shops were filing out to the street to see what all commotion was about.

Logan stared at Kendall, the two locking eyes before the older boy approached him, "How did you know about the truck?" he inquired, puzzled.

Kendall's mouth unhinged slightly as he thought about it. Yes he had had visions in the past, but usually they were of events that had already happened. Never had he had an actually premonition. Baffled by the events, he shrugged, not yet trusting this new guy who just three minutes ago wasn't even bothered to hold a conversation with him, "I saw the truck in the rearview mirror and noticed he wasn't stopping," Kendall lied.

"Is that right?" Logan raised an eyebrow, but luckily he dropped the subject as a police car pulled up to the curb. "You're name's Kendall right?"

Kendall nodded, unsure of the sudden interest.

"Right, well, thank you Kendall."

Author Note: Should I continue? please R&R and tell me what you think!