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Eye of the Storm

He could feel their eyes on him, watching as he confidently strolled down the dark alley, his eyes never leaving the path in front of him. He recognized them all. They all asked to join his gang, one time or another. They were rejected. They were all two weak, or too stupid for him to spend anytime on. A few looked as if they would make a move, slowly rising from where they sat, or simply moving their hands to where he was sure they kept their weapons. None of them did anything more. Cowards.

When he reached the end of the ally, he smirked upon seeing their leader's face. The brown haired man looked angry, but Kendall could see the underlying shock he tried so hard to hide. He didn't think Kendall would ever dare come alone. "Knight." the man stated, standing from his spot.

"Diamond." Kendall responded, nodding his head in mock respect. James growled in the back of his throat, causing Kendall to smirk. "'I hear you're trying to move into my territory. I don't like hearing things like that, not from other people. I thought we were friends. And I don't like it when friends keep things from me, James. Especially not when people are messing with my stuff." he sounded like he was genuinely hurt, but the smirk never left his face.

James growled again, having no idea where he could have gotten his information from. He slowly stepped forward, eyes traveling left, then right, taking a silent head count. Gary...

"He's fine." Kendall said, as if reading his mind, "Just a little banged up, you know how those things go. Don't worry, we'll bring him back later. As of right now, my team is...thanking him for all the stuff he told me."

James ignored the comment. "Didn't your mother ever teach you to share?"

"I'm selfish." his smirk only grew, "And besides, you're not looking to share, are you, James? You just want to take. Take, take, take. Well, it won't be easy. Won't be possible. But you can try James. I'll have fun watching you fail."

"We'll see, Knight. You can act all mighty now, but you'll fall."

Kendall chucked at this and moved around James, loving the way the man tensed, his fists clenching. The blonde moved deliberately, setting himself directly where James had been sitting just moments before. He made himself comfortable, raising his feet on the trashcan and resting his hands behind his head revealing the gun at his side as his jacket raised. "Let me tell you something." he said, "I let you move to Minnesota. I let you take what territory you do have. And I let you live." he stood up then, wrinkling his nose, as if being there disgusted him. "I don't like killing, James. You know that. But I will make your life a living nightmare if you get in my way. You can count on that."

He again walked directly up to the brown haired boy. "As far as I'm concerned, you work for me. Shape up or ship out."

He walked away, never looking back and completely turning his back on the other. He knew James would never attack him. He knew none of them would.

"Good-bye, James. Have a nice day." he waved over his shoulder before he left.

…

Logan was being followed. He should be used to it by now. For the past year or so, it seemed someone was following him every other week. Whether it be someone from his step-brother's gang, watching over and protecting him, or a member of a rival gang, it seemed like he was never truly alone. This guy Logan didn't recognize. He must be from a rival gang. Probably trying to figure out what James is up to. Logan sighed. He was never very tapped into the gangster world. He knew little to nothing about James gang, defiantly not anything anyone couldn't find out from anyone else This guy had been on his tail for over two hours.

Logan had to congratulate him for being so good at it. He was getting better at the signs and could spot most of the guys right off the bat, but this one, this one was good. He'd follow, and then he'd suddenly be gone. And when Logan thought he had lost him or that the guy had just gone home for the day, he'd show back up. It was getting harder and harder to spot him as time went on without letting the man know that he knew he was being tailed.

He shoved his hands in his pockets as he reached a cross walk. He waited patiently for it to turn, catching the man once more out of the corner of his eye before he continued on. The man had followed him from school, then to a coffee shop, and was still following him. Logan wanted to go home, but, he didn't want this guy to know where he lived. He probably already knows. One of the many reasons why he could never sleep at night.

He wanted to just confront this guy, but, though Logan wouldn't say he was scared of this man, as Logan has been faced with this problem many times before, he just couldn't bring himself to turn around and say something. He didn't want to get more involved then he had to be and, he had to admit, he would feel a little embarrassed doing so. What was he suppose to say? 'Mr. Gang Banger, could you please stop following me around? I'd really rather be alone and you're seriously creeping me out. Thanks, maybe I'll see you around? Don't kill anyone and have a pleasant day.'?

He rubbed his eyes. He'd been up for over twenty-four hours studying for the test he had today, and now all he wanted to do was sleep. The man seemed to be gone, but just as Logan was about to turn the way home, he caught him out of the corner of his eye again, swiftly moving from one spot to another. The guy always stayed close enough to follow, but far enough away to not raise suspicion from other people.

Logan groaned, making a quick left away from his apartment and into the street.

BEEP!

The brunette's eyes widened, a car zooming straight for him. Just as he thought he was a goner, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed him by his collar, jerking him backward back on the sidewalk and into something hard. The car moved on without stopping, or even sparing a glance. When Logan's heart finally slowed, he realized there was a hand on either side of his body, holding him in place by his arms. He was pressed up against someone.

"Thanks," he mumbled, feeling embarrassed. He looked up, his eyes widening again as he realized the person who had saved him was the guy who had been following him. By now, the others around them had started moving again. No one was paying any attention to them. Now that Logan had a better look. He knew who it was. Kendall Knight.

James talked about him a lot. Logan knew that Kendall was the leader of the biggest and most powerful gang in Minnesota. He had his hands in every state around the country. Kendall, despite his young age, had more territory that anyone could ever imagine and James wanted to take it all away.

"You should be more careful." Kendall said, smirking slightly as he released his grip. He half expected the boy to run away, and when he didn't, he couldn't help but widen his smirk.

"You've b-been following me f-for two hours."

The blonde raised an eyebrow, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Try two weeks."

Logan gulped. This guy was good.

"I already know where you live. You can go home, if that's what you're worried about."

"I don't know a-anything about James and his gang. I'm not involved with them." he said, shaking just a bit. He knew this guy's reputation. He knew what he was capable of. He had never seen him up close before, though. Logan couldn't help himself. He lowered his eyes, taking in Kendall's black combat boots, black skinny jeans, black t-shirt, and black leather jacket. He had to look up slightly to see his face, as he was a few inches taller then him. His sandy blonde hair was pressed to his forehead, and he was smirking. Logan nearly choked on air when he looked into Kendall's eyes. The bright green contracted well with the rest of him.

"Why did you move here?"

"W-what?"

Kendall smirked. He knew Logan was checking him out. "Why did you move to Minnesota? Why did you leave Texas?"

"I-I...why?"

"I'm curious."

"I had to..." Logan said, softly, averting his eyes.

"Liar." Kendall smirked again. "I know all about you. Logan Mitchell, 18, just graduated and is now attending the University of Minnesota. Dreams of becoming a doctor. Your mother married James father when you two were in the seventh grade. They both died recently, and your father...he's dead, too."

"Please," Logan practically begged, "please...don't talk about that."

"Sorry," Kendall hadn't thought that it would hurt the smaller boy. He should have.

"How do you know so much about me?"

"Nu-uh," the other responded, "You haven't answered my question, Logie. Answer mine and I'll answer yours."

"I-I moved here for my mom." he said, suddenly turning away. He began to walk, moving faster then normal, just wanting to get away from everyone so he could be alone. Why had he stayed in the first place?

"She asked you to move here?"

Kendall's voice scared him.

"Y-yes," Stop talking to him! If James sees you...If anyone see you...Oh God, that girl...she's in my class. Crap, did she see?

They were again stopped at a street light. "I know so much about you because I have to." Kendall answered his question from before, "James is trying to move into my territory and you're his step-brother. Gotta take care of what's mine."

Logan knew that. Or at least, he should have known that. Of course that's why. Why else?

"You're so tense. Why?"

Logan stopped walking once they turned down his street. "I live with James."

"I know."

"If he sees me with you..."

"I'll go, I'll go..." he raised his hands, as if defeated, "But maybe I'll you see around, Logie. It was a pleasure meeting you." He looked Logan up and down before smirking once more, turning on his heel and walking away. Logan's face turned the shade of a tomato before he rushed off home, hoping that James or anyone from his crew hadn't seen him talking with Kendall Knight so openly.

…

Logan woke up in the middle of the night. He sighed, kicking his sheets off and getting up for a drink of water. He didn't turn his light on, in fear he'd wake James up. He unlocked the door and gripped the doorknob, but before he could turn it, he heard voices coming from somewhere just outside.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Logan recognized the voice was Carlos', though the normal happy tone was missing, it was still unmistakably his.

"Yes," that one was James'.

"You want to kill Kendall Knight?"

"Tomorrow night. In twenty-four hours Knight will be dead and all his territory will be mine."

"How are you going to kill him? Drive-by?" this was a voice Logan recognized, but could not put a name or a face to.

"Nah, too obvious." James responded, "Besides, I wanna see his face when I do it. He payed me a little visit. So I'll pay him one. And I'll be the last person he'll ever see."

Logan was shaking. He's going to kill him? Logan knew James could be irrational, down right stupid at times, but he never in his wildest dreams imagined that James would ever even consider something so stupid. He promised his mother before she died that he would watch out for James and keep him out of trouble as much as he could. Logan couldn't stop him from being the leader of a gang but he could stop him from succeeding in his plan. And Logan couldn't just let Kendall die.

He had to go warn Kendall.