A/N: My fan fiction wife forbade me to start any new stories, so unfortunately, that means no "Doppelganger" for awhile. However, I'm going to compensate by bumping up the rating in this story to T because of what will happen in this chapter of this story. Technically, I'm not starting a new story, so I'm not breaking any rules. Lol. Anyways, don't blame me for what will happen in this chapter; blame the KCAs. Had BTR won even one award they were nominated for…
Disclaimer: I still own nothing. Logan Henderson won't even follow me on Twitter because of what I do to his character in my stories. I'm just kidding about that last part. Lol.
In the Beginning
It was the boys' first peewee hockey game. Unlike practice, they were now on the same team. Because this was only peewee hockey rather than professional hockey, the boys didn't really play any positions. Basically, everyone other than the goalie was eligible to go after the puck.
Since all the players were only five years old, each period only lasted five minutes instead of the typical twenty minutes. They still played three periods though.
Kendall's team wore maroon and gold jerseys with black helmets while the opposing team wore blue and silver jerseys with white helmets.
Kendall won the face-off for his team and made his way to the opposing team's goal. Logan had left everyone else in the dust as he quickly skated towards the other team's goalie. No one, not even anyone from the other team, could match Logan's speed.
"Kendall, I'm open!" Logan shouted.
Kendall saw that Logan was open, but he was still somewhat wary of Logan. After all, he and Carlos were starting too get a bit too close for comfort. Logan had already forgiven Carlos for his role in Kendall shoving him in the mud at Pre-Kindergarten.
Kendall ignored the fact that Logan was open, and steadily approached the goal himself. When he skated where he wanted to, he tried to knock the puck into the back of the goal with his hockey stick, but the other team's goalie blocked the shot.
Now the other team had control of the puck, and through a series of passes, they managed to effortlessly maneuver the puck to the opposite side of the rink. One of the players was breaking away from the pack. The kid with number eleven on his jersey scored for the blue and silver team. They took an early 1-0 lead.
James shot Kendall dirty looks that seemed to go unnoticed by Kendall. James couldn't figure out why Kendall wouldn't pass to Logan who was clearly wide open. Had he done that, they could have been in the lead! James already didn't like Kendall as it was, and this wasn't helping how he felt about him.
At first, Logan was hurt that Kendall didn't pass to him, but he quickly got over it. The gears in his head were turning and he was inwardly giving Kendall the benefit of doubt. He was rationalizing Kendall's actions. Maybe he was confident in his ability to score. Maybe Kendall didn't know that he was wide open and in scoring range.
The goalie on Kendall's team put the puck back into play. Soon, James had possession of the puck. He spotted Kendall and Carlos. They were the closest teammates to him, but he didn't really want to pass the puck to either of them. Logan was already on the opposite side of the rink naturally. Before James could decide what to do, a kid from the opposing team had managed to steal the puck from him.
Carlos was glad that he was wearing a helmet because it hid his frown. He loved hockey, but it seemed like all he did was skate around the rink. He very rarely ever got possession of the puck. It made him feel kind of useless. He wasn't as good as Kendall. He wasn't as fast as Logan.
A kid with the number eight on his blue and silver jersey was rapidly approaching the opposing team's goal. Carlos was the closest defender to him. He checked number eight into the boards, and surprised himself when he actually had control of the puck now.
"I got it! I got it!" Carlos cheered loudly.
"Go, Carlos! Go!" Kendall urged.
Carlos shook himself from his thoughts, and obeyed Kendall's command. He started skating. He wasn't used to this at all. Should he pass? Should he shoot? When should he shoot? Where should he shoot from?
"Carlos! You're goin' the wrong way!" James shouted.
But it was already too late. Carlos had already slapped the puck with his hockey stick and scored…for the other team. Now the blue and silver team were leading 2-0 just as the referee blew the whistle signaling the end of the first period.
As all the players skated off the ice, James roughly jostled Carlos as he passed him, muttering, "Nice work, stupid!" under his breath.
Carlos whimpered as he was on the verge of tears. Yeah, he made a mistake, but he wasn't stupid. At least he didn't think so…
"You can't talk to my friend like that!" Kendall exclaimed, pushing James.
Their coach blew his whistle so loudly that every kid with a maroon and gold jersey cringed and tried to plug their ears even though the fact that they were still wearing their helmets made that task impossible.
"Knock it off, you two!" their coach said with authority.
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The two teams switched sides at the start of the second period; now the maroon and gold goalie was on the other side of the rink and the blue and silver goalie was where the maroon and gold goalie was during the first period.
Once again, Kendall won the face-off. Once again, it was a mirror image of how the first period had started; Logan had positioned himself in front of the goalie way before anyone could even catch up to him. Once again, Kendall saw that he was open.
"Kendall, you need to stop hogging the puck. If you see that someone else is open, then you need to pass it to him. Understand?"
His coach's words rang in his ears. Kendall didn't very much like the idea of someone else taking his spotlight, but he passed the puck to an open Logan, groaning loudly all the while.
Logan was doing a bit of mental math now that he had control of the puck. No one would reach him for awhile, so he still had some time. He was trying to calculate trajectory and he was trying to decide at which angle he should hit the puck with his hockey stick.
"Shoot!" James yelled.
Logan jumped slightly at the unexpected yell. He slapped the puck with his hockey stick. It sailed right beneath the goalie's armpit, bounced off the post of the goal, and ricocheted into the back of the net. Now they were only down 2-1.
James pumped his fist in the air in celebratory fashion. Logan bashfully rubbed the back of his neck as all the parents on the home side of the ice rink erupted into loud applause. Kendall rolled his eyes, jealous that Logan was getting the star treatment instead of him.
Logan's goal lit a fire underneath Kendall. He started to play way more aggressively than before. He was checking blue and silver jerseys into the boards right and left. It wasn't long before he had control of the puck himself.
It was no surprise that Logan was open again, but Kendall wasn't about to be outdone, so he ignored Logan completely, and approached the opposing team's goalie himself. He faked the goalie out before knocking the puck into the goal. The game was all tied up as the referee blew the whistle signaling the end of the second period.
"That's my boy!" Mrs. Knight shouted, standing up and cheering rather loudly.
Kendall and Logan traded looks with one another as they skated off the ice. It was almost like Kendall wordlessly told Logan, "Anything you can do, I can do better."
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Once more, the teams switched sides for the third and final period of the game. For the third time in a row, Kendall won the face-off. He tried for a hat trick, but was unsuccessful this time.
The kid with an eight on his jersey was rapidly approaching the maroon and gold team's goal. He passed to number eleven. Number eleven skated closer still to the goal, and took a shot, but the shot was blocked.
James got control of the puck. He passed to Carlos just before he was checked into the boards. Carlos was scared that he would score for the other team again, so he just got rid of the puck as soon as he could by hitting it as hard and as far as he could. Now, everyone was skating towards the loose puck.
Of course, Logan was the first one to reach it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Kendall was wide open after Carlos checked the defender guarding him into the boards. Logan remembered what their coach said to Kendall at the end of the first period, and passed to Kendall. Kendall was all too happy to take the shot, but it was blocked.
The goalie passed it to a kid with the number thirteen on his blue and silver jersey. Kendall hurriedly checked the kid into the boards, and Logan swooped in and scooped up the loose puck. Nobody stood between him and the goalie. He scanned the rink and saw that nobody else was open.
Logan's feet started skating of their own accord without him even realizing it. The blue and silver goalie's body tensed up anticipating the upcoming goal attempt. Logan knocked the puck into the back of the net right in between the goalie's legs. The referee blew his whistle signaling the end of the game.
Everyone on the home side of the rink jumped to their feet and gave their team a standing ovation cheering, clapping, and whistling like the proud parents they were. Logan averted his gaze, and stared at the ice beneath his skates instead.
James and Carlos were beaming beneath their helmets. Their first peewee hockey game ever, and they won! How awesome was that? They both excitedly made their way towards Logan to congratulate him for scoring the winning shot.
However, they weren't the first ones to reach Logan. Number eleven on the opposing team, who happened to be the team captain, reached Logan first. He towered over him by a head and a half.
"Hey, good game!" Logan said, holding out his hand for the other kid to shake.
"You got lucky!" the other team's captain said before placing the palms of both of his gloved hands on Logan's chest and shoving with all his might.
The impact of the fall knocked Logan's helmet off, and the back of his skull made a spider web crack in the ice. Logan's eyes quickly filled with tears, and he could feel something sticky on the back of his head.
"Hey! Leave him alone!" James shouted, as he skated faster than he's ever skated before so that he could hopefully come to Logan's rescue in time.
A malicious smile appeared on number eleven's face as he took his skate, and kicked Logan in the face just as he was trying to sit up on the ice. The blade of the skate skirted across Logan's cheekbone, slicing through it like a hot knife through butter. His cheekbone was now raw and exposed. A steady supply of crimson liquid cascaded down Logan's face, as the skin that once covered Logan's cheekbone was hanging off Logan's face.
All the family and friends in the audience, every kid from both teams, the coaches of both teams, and even the referee gasped in horror. James' dad was the first adult on the ice. He didn't care if number eleven was only a five-year-old kid; he had an inkling to throttle him himself for what he did to Logan.
However, before Mr. Diamond could even reach the kid, Kendall and James beat him to it. The two rivals launched themselves at the other team's captain, tackling him to the ice. James pried the kid's helmet off his head and tossed it aside. Kendall sat on top of the kid's chest and pounded him with rights and lefts. Meanwhile, James hands had found the kid's throat and he was strangling number eleven.
Carlos didn't care about the kid who hurt Logan; he only cared about Logan. He knelt down beside him, and was crying himself underneath his helmet. He found Logan's gloved hand, and held it in both of his.
"What do I do?" Carlos asked frantically.
Logan's own tears weren't helping; they rolled down his face into the wound. The salt in his tears just made Logan cry out in pain even more. Logan's entire face was a crimson mask by now. There was a pool of blood amassing beside a prone Logan. He was trembling severely.
"Carlos, it hurts! Make it stop!" Logan whimpered.
Carlos wanted to do something, anything to help his newest friend, but the only thing he could manage was crying. He'd never seen anybody bleed before, and he certainly had never seen anyone bleed this much. Logan was bleeding like a pig.
Mr. Diamond and Mrs. Knight pulled their respective children off of number eleven. Kendall and James were both scratching, clawing, and kicking. They had come together because of a common enemy.
"James?" Logan asked timidly. "Where are you? I can't see! Why can't I see?"
James forgot all about getting revenge, and had taken off and tossed aside his own helmet. He wanted to make sure that Logan could see his face even though he had just been freaking out about not being able to see. James knelt down beside Logan on the opposite side of Carlos, and took Logan's other hand in both of his.
Ribbons of crimson were seeping into Logan's open eyes. It didn't stop there though; every square inch of Logan's face was covered in blood. Logan squeezed his eyes shut tightly trying to futilely will the pain away.
"I'm right here, Logie. I'm right here," James said, tears stinging his own eyes.
"I'm scared, James!" Logan wailed.
"You're gonna be okay. You have to be!"
Kendall wasn't sure what had come over him. Moments ago, he had been jealous of Logan, and now he was avenging him? The two of them weren't even friends yet! It was like he had some sort of overwhelming desire to protect Logan just like he would Carlos. What that kid did to Logan was just plain mean! It was totally uncalled for! Talk about a sore loser!
"Is he alright?" Kendall asked as he kept his distance.
Kendall felt a bit unsteady on his feet. The rink seemed to be spinning all around him. His nose detected a foul smell. It was strong and reeked of metal. Kendall wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"He'll be okay, sweetie!" Mrs. Knight said encouragingly even though she had no idea.
"Give him space! Don't crowd around him!" their coach ordered as practically everyone in attendance was starting to huddle around Logan to get a better look.
Their coach had taken off his hoodie, balled it up, and pressed it firmly over Logan's wound. He used the sleeves to try to wipe away some of the blood, but it was all in vain. Logan was losing too much blood.
"You're doin' great! Hang in there, buddy!" James said even though he had no idea what he was saying.
There was the sound of approaching sirens. Luckily, one of the other adults thought to call 911. The other team's captain was hoisted into the air by the neckline of his jersey courtesy of his coach who was none too pleased. His face was tomato red.
"What was that?" he shouted.
Number eleven hung his head in shame. He could feel everyone's eyes on him as they shot him dirty looks. He couldn't even bring himself to look at the kid he had kicked in the face, making him bleed profusely. He wasn't sure what came over him. He just didn't like losing, and blamed Logan.
"You do not kick people in the face with your skates! You do not kick people in the face at all, period! You leave me no choice! You're off the team!" the other team's coach yelled.
That was little comfort to everyone else. Kendall, James, Carlos, and all the friends and families of their teammates were sick to their stomachs with worry. Logan was just a five-year-old kid! A small five-year-old at that!
"I-I'm c-cold," Logan stammered.
James' dad took off his jacket and wrapped Logan's petit body up in it. He was completely beside himself. He had brought Logan to the game because Logan's grandma couldn't. Mr. Diamond felt responsible for what happened to Logan, and had no idea how he was going to explain this to Grandma Mitchell.
"I-I'm st-still c-cold," Logan stuttered.
James' dad scooped Logan up in his arms; realizing that him lying on the ice wasn't helping matters any. James tugged on his dad's pant leg because he could no longer see Logan. Mr. Diamond took a knee so that James could see his friend once again.
Carlos spotted the paramedics make their way onto the hockey rink.
"The doctors will make your ouchies go away," Carlos said.
Everyone hoped that Carlos was right. They were all still in shock. They couldn't believe what just happened. Everyone watched helplessly as the paramedics loaded Logan's tiny body onto a stretcher, strapped him in, and wheeled him out of the building.
To Be Continued…
A/N: I'm not a sports guy…at all. I don't play sports. I don't even watch sports, so if any of the sports information was inaccurate, that is why. Also, did you notice how my FCMD flared up in this chapter?