My classes started back up, so my updating will be kinda scarce (unless I can find the free time (and avoid doing my homework for as long as possible))

This story is for a new reader of mine (who wished to stay anon). I hope you like it though!
This is an AU story!

No, I don't own BTR or any of the guys. Just a fan. No copyright intended.

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He hated life.

He was a loser, with no friends except for his mom and sister, and he didn't like people.

He was just waiting for the day that this life would end and he would be put out of his misery.

Every day when he woke up, he cursed the Gods for allowing him another agonizing day on this planet.

He had already spent 17, almost 18, miserable years in this life.

When would his time be up?

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He despised his life.

He was doomed to spend eternity and beyond forever alone it seemed.

Every companion he had acquired over time had eventually gone crazy and had to be destroyed.

Leaving him utterly alone in this world.

Was a lover, or hell, even a friend, too much to ask for in this life?

He didn't think so.

But he didn't make the rules did he?

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Kendall was hurrying home, his backpack and books clutched to his chest. He was hoping to avoid any attacks that were waiting for him. He was a popular target for bullies these days, especially since he wouldn't fight back. He was tall, taller than most people at his school; yet, he was raised to avoid conflict and not hurt people, no matter how much of an asshole they were. He had dirty blonde hair that fell across his forehead in a gently swoop; his green eyes were bright and filled with a warmth that reached all the way from his heart. He was quiet, and tended to keep to himself.

His mom called him her little introvert, and he supposed she was right.

He preferred to spend time by himself than with people. His mom said that she was the same way until she met his father. She always told him that when he found that certain person, that they could bring out the best in him.

He partly wanted to find that person, but he doubted that anyone could like him that way, ever; so, he pushed the thought of love to the back of his mind and solely focused on getting out of high school alive.

Night had fallen on the small town he lived in, making it darker than he had intended it to be when he left the school.

But that didn't stop his tormentors from finding him.

Almost too quickly for his liking, he was pushed and shoved into a dark, dank alley that stank of garbage and mildew. He groaned as his stuff was ripped from his body before he collided with a sticky brick wall.

"Hey loser," a deep voice crackled, making him peer through his eyelashes to see his tormentor; Scott was his name, and he was almost a whole head shorter than Kendall, but he was stocky and thick and had hands the size of a small loaf of bread. "How's my favorite punching bag today?" He couldn't see anyone else around them, but he had the feeling there were more people than he saw. Kendall just shrugged, knowing the meathead before him was expecting an answer. "I've got a new toy I've been dying to try out. And who better than you?"

And then, Kendall saw the glimpse of the knife in his hand. Taking a gasping breath, he closed his eyes.

He didn't want to see it when it happened.

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Logan was out and about, on the search for a tasty snack. He was passing through a small town, renting a room at the local motel. He didn't plan to spend more than a week here before he went on his merry way.

And now, he found himself walking the streets, dressed in all black to blend in with his surroundings and hungrily searching the streets. He preferred older people, people who were near death. He didn't like hurting people if he could help it.

He was tall, about 5'9", with dark brown hair that he usually spiked up a bit and dark, warm brown eyes. His skin was pale with a light blush permanently etched across his cheekbones; his lips were a pouty red-pink, and he was gorgeous. People of both genders constantly flocked to him, and as much as he liked the attention, he knew they didn't want him the way he wanted to be wanted.

He stopped walking and looked around; he had heard a very quiet, brief cry for help. It hadn't been loud, and sounded as if it had come from far away. Turning on his heel, he dashed towards where he imagined it had come from.

Stopping near an alley, he saw a shiny car parked at the edge and caught the sound of quiet voices; then, a smell drifted towards his nose.

The metal of a knife.

What was going on here?

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"So, Kendall, how about I try out this pretty knife on your face huh?"

"Why me?" he gasped out in fear, making the jerk laugh.

"Why not?" Kendall shivered as he heard more laughter; so there were more people around, watching his ultimate death. "Don't you want to have a little fun?" Kendall shivered as he felt the smooth steel of the knife against his cheek. "Isn't this fun?"

Then, the knife slid down his cheek; the blood was hot on his now clammy skin. He gasped at the pain that shot from his cheek. He heard lots of laughter before he felt the knife being pressed against his shirt-covered chest.

"Now the real fun begins."

Kendall cried out in pain as the knife was shoved into his chest.

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Logan smelt the blood coming from the alley. He still couldn't make out who was hurt, but by the laughter, he could tell that this had been intentional. Pulling out his phone, he scanned through his apps until he found the one he was looking for. Grinning, he hit the button.

Lights began to flash brightly from his phone and a loud siren filled the quiet night.

"Shit!" A voice cried from the alley, and Logan watched as people fled to the car, getting in and zooming away. He knew it was just him and the poor soul who had gotten hurt now. Slowly, he walked into the alley.

He saw him then; a young man, no older than 18 at the most, collapsed on the ground, his breathing shallow.

There was so much blood. The knife was still in his chest, and his cheek had been cut and was bleeding profusely. Logan crouched next to the poor kid, his hunger gone now. He knew he could save him, but to do so, he would be ending his life and sending him into the hell that he had to live himself.

But then, his eyes opened; they were the most stunning green eyes he had ever seen.

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Kendall felt immense pain; he could also feel someone staring at him. With effort, he opened his eyes.

Kneeling next to him, looking concerned, was a young man that he didn't know. This man was gorgeous and staring at Kendall now in shock.

"Are you an angel?"

"No."

"Damn. I was hoping I was dead," he whispered, the pain just getting worse. "Oh well, soon enough."

"You want to be dead?!" the guy cried out as Kendall's eyes slipped closed.

"Yes. I hate my life."

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Logan mulled over what the young man had just told him.

Should he leave him here to die, or could he save him in another way? He had already lost so much blood as it was… Logan was running out of time to make up his mind.

"What if you could start over?" One eye opened to stare at him.

"What?"

"I need a yes or no. Would you start over if you could?"

"As long as the next life is better than this one." Logan took that as his sign to do what he felt like he should; deep in his unbeating heart, he knew this was what he should do. Picking up the guys limp wrist, he felt for a pulse; it was scarily slow.

"This is going to hurt."

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Hurt? Kendall thought, wanting to laugh. He was already in terrible pain. What could hurt worse than a knife in your chest?

The man seemed to read his thoughts though as he cradled his wrist with one of his hands. Then, he felt swift movement that just brought more pain to him.

He had pulled the knife out.

"It's going to be okay. Not good, but okay."

Then, a new pain hit Kendall as he felt something slick and hard slice into his wrist, and he blacked out as fire and pain engulfed his body.

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So, how was the first chapter?

I hope it was good!

Thanks for reading.

See you next time.

-JustMe133