Hiya, Chapter 9! Wow, already 9 chapters in? Thats exciting :p I'm leaving town for a couple of days and won't be updating atleast for a week, so I decided to update this chapter now! And it's so sad, I finally finished writing this fic :'( Now, onto writing other ones, and beginning to edit the last few chapters!

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The boys sat around the table in the apartment, water placed in each of the boys hands as they listened to James' retelling of his recently founded information.

There was a haggard map of L.A in front of them, James pointing to certain key locations.

"Here," He said, as Carlos drew a circle to where he was pointing, "- is a military base. It's underground, and probably takes up the entire block. The majority of our ammo is down there, and nobody lives on this street. It wouldn't be that big of a harm if we were to destroy it. There are secret tunnels to this location," James moved his hand slightly the left "Here," to the right, "Here," and upwards towards the center of the map, "- and here." Carlos followed his points with his red pen, writing down what each location meant as they went along.

So far, James had shown them 3 underground bases, 15 tunnels to said locations that could be blocked if a riot of the civilians were to occur, and he showed them 48 underground tunnels into the Diamond house itself, making sure to keep his and Kendall's secret tunnel in hiding.

"He said that if they were to be attacked at the airbase up here," James pointed at the corner of the map, at the outskirts of North Western L.A "-There is another base 5 blocks away that will help them as back up. Since this is our biggest one, he suspects that this is the next target, so he's already planting a few minor bombs and back up troops. So, I'd say that the best place to attack is near the pier. That's where the construction of tanks and airplanes take place. Take that over, and the President doesn't have access to his newest equipment. It's expensive, and he'd hate to know that it's in our hands." James sat back, smiling wide at his accomplishment.

He really had achieved something.

Logan sat back along with James, nodding his head. "Alright, alright. This is very useful. Did he happen to talk about strategies that he might use other than just teaming up? Like, what if we nor Dak start the revolution soon? He's not exactly going to sit back and wait until we get stronger, is he?

James shook his head, his confidence falling. "No, we haven't discussed that. The map is all we really had time for. He did say that the middle states are starting to get angry as well, since he's uprooting their land and forcing them to move here to L.A . The girls within the camps are beginning to riot as well, but it's nothing like here in L.A. Ummm, he didn't mention what he'd do if we don't take over soon. I'll remember that for next time." James quickly made a mental note of the question, turning to Carlos' questioning gaze.

"What is it, buddy?" James asked, a small, tired smile on his face. He nudged the Latino's knee, who shrugged in a way that definitely wasn't Carlos.

"You said he was uprooting the middle states? Why?"

James shrugged involuntarily. He was still tired from staying up with Kendall the entire night before, his upper hip and abs aching from the numerous marks that Kendall just happened to leave with his mouth.

It had been a long day, and all James wanted to do was sleep. In Kendall's arms would be preferable.

He yawned, turning to Carlos. "Father said something about there being nuclear power. He wants to make more bombs to go against the Western Pacific Colonies. Apparently the ocean is starting to flood the eastern borders of New America even more, so we've lost a few of our plants there. Other than that, I don't really know."

Carlos pouted, not liking the sound of that. More people from the New America being forced onto the Western Coast? There was barely enough land as it was.

But with more civilians meant more help against the Diamonds. But more civilians also meant more power hungry men like Dak.

There really wasn't a hopeful way to look at the situation, which made Carlos' stomach tighten a little more. He could usually find some hopeful light out of everything.

Like when his parents died, for example. That was a pretty brutal and god awful experience in his life, he had to admit. He often wondered what would have happened if they never got sick and they survived the cold, hurricane season. They didn't and after the few nights on his own, Carlos began to get sick as well. He was surprised, he didn't ever get sick, he didn't even obtain his parent's terrible germs.

But slowly, his body began functioning slower, and he was constantly freezing. He tried to get medicine from a doctor, but the doctor thought the 6 year old was faking for a friend or relative, and shooed the small child away. The Latino cried, just as he had every night before, and found himself lost in a dark alleyway.

Noises kept popping up from out of nowhere, shadows lurking from behind the scary corners. Carlos hid under his blanket against a garbage container. He heard a smash of a window, and a boy his size jumping out of it.

The boy, fearless and blond, reached his hands up, trying to grab onto someone who was stuck inside. He was quietly yelling for 'Logan' to hurry his butt up and get out.

Carlos, figuring he could help, sniffled away the snot that had fallen from his nose and ran over to Kendall. Kendall had no time for introductions and fell to his knees, pleading the Latino to help his friend. He begged for Carlos not to tell the authorities and help him and his friend. Please!

Telling Kendall that helping was what he had run over to do, Kendall shot up, bundling the Latino in his arms. "Oh thank you, thank you!" He almost screamed. They walked over to the window, listening to Logan's frightened cries.

The two new best friends made a plan within seconds. Kendall bent over, letting the small Latino sit on his shoulders, and pushed his knees upward. The Latino grabbed onto the ledge of the broken window, and pulled himself up immediately.

He saw the small raven haired, sniffling boy. His tears streaked his extremely pale face, only emphasized by the moonlight. The bluish grey tinge scared Carlos, though. He was sick, and looked really bad.

Carlos whispered words of encouragement to the crying Logan, soothing him the best of his 6 year old abilities would allow, until the raven haired boy was finally able to stand again. His sobs momentarily forgotten. Carlos looked around the room and noticed a small table in the corner.

He told Logan to grab it, place it under the window, stand on it, and then Carlos would help him up. The plan was easy, plain and simple!

Logan was shocked.

"Do you know how many injuries I could obtain from doing that?" The small boy squealed. "A broken bone, a popped blood vessel, a broken artery. Or worse, a broken leg!" The boy shouted none to quietly. Carlos had no idea what those words meant, so he ignored them, telling Logan to move or else he and Kendall were leaving him.

That got Logan moving. He grabbed the table by its legs, and pulled it towards the window. At long last, (and what seemed like hours to Carlos, as the table was big and the younger boy was sort of a shrimp that had no muscle...) Logan jumped onto it, and launched himself over the windows ledge beside Carlos, who immediately placed his arms around the sick boy's waist. Kendall's knees chose this time to give out, and the three boys tumbled out the window into a dog pile. Logan, wheezing hoarsely, fell on top, the least damaged by their fall.

That night, Logan and Kendall stole medicine for Logan's cold, as well as food and liquid for the smaller boy. They allowed the small Latino into their group, finding an abandoned apartment which they'd live in for the remainder of their lives.

Many people lived in abandoned apartments. So it wasn't a big deal, and the police never noticed, or were too overwhelmed with a large amount of other problems to care.

If Carlos had never lost his Parents, he'd never lived those fateful 3 days on the streets, which lead him to Logan and Kendall.

Carlos loved his parents, but they were just a far away memory from his 6 year old mind. Nows ad days, Carlos could only remember small details of them, or what they did. A few flashes, maybe a word or two when the day was right, but that was all Carlos could remember. Logan and Kendall were his family now, and he had no idea of how he would have ever survived without them.

He had been happy ever since.

See, positivity! Light at the end of the tunnel, that was Carlos' specialty. But why wasn't it working now?

Logan turned to James, cocking his eyebrows with judgement. "Father?" He asked.

James, oblivious, nodded his head. He should never stay up for 43 hours consecutively ever again.

"I thought only the President knew about nuclear settlements, and scientists. And I know for a fact that there are no scientists in the Nuclear profession that are close with President Diamond himself." Logan stated, accusingly.

"Ohh, well, you know-" James stuttered, his heart starting to beat more rapidly.

"What are you doing, Logan?" Kendall stepped in, helping his friend. "He's helped us so much. So far, you've done nothing but criticize him. Why?"

Logan bit his lip hesitantly.

Should he just say it? Fine, might as well. Logan was done with hiding his fears. "I'm sorry, James. I really am. It's just, you're a High Born. How can we truly know that we can trust you? Like how do we know that all this won't blow up in our faces? I'm only saying this to be cautious."

James, thinking about Logan's statement, yawned once again, sleep beginning to over take him.

"You're right dude. I don't know how you can believe me. But Kendall does, and you have to trust his judgement. I know that isn't what you want to hear, but it's all I got. If you want me to do anything, absolutely anything, I'll do it to prove my loyalty. You guys have been so great to me these past few days. I feel like you're my friends, and I don't want to ruin that. Ever."

James fell towards the ground, snuggling up into the warmth underneath him. Kendall glared at Logan, silently telling the genius that he was going to apologize to James, now.

Logan, feeling guilty, but his tension not subsiding, let his head fall to his chest in defeat.

"I'm sorry, James. I'm just cautious. That's how I am. Don't take it personally"

James made a moaning noise in content. "Iz ok" He mumbled, an arm laying over his eyes to block out to light.

Kendall was dying from the cuteness overload, as Carlos fell towards the ground as well, still looking for that positive light at the end of tunnel.

Logan laughed at his friends. "I really am sorry dude. It's just, like I said, you're a High-Born... And dude, you have to admit: The way you worry over your appearance, you wouldn't last a day in a dirty fight in the streets, let alone a revolution. Heh, I'm sorry but it's kinda true. Your hair would get messed and you'd freak. I just thought you might abandon us after that, y'know?"

James nodded, eyes still shut. "I understand, Logie. It's fine. I will never abandon you, even if I go bald... Bu-but, like, I'm not gunna go bald, am I?" The brunet began to fret in his semi awake/semi asleep state, grabbing onto bundles of brown hair in vain.

Logan laughed. "Haha, your poor hair. You're kind of a princess in that sense dude, you care way too much." Logan chirped, smiling his lop sided grin and punching James lightly on his shoulder

James laughed tacitly. "Ya, that's what Jett always says." He said smiling.

The Latino's eyes widened from his position of the ground. "Jett?" He asked without thinking. He had forgotten that since James was 'close' to President Diamond, he was probably close to Jett and the younger Diamond as well.

James, overly tired to the point that he had dark circles under his eyes and was falling asleep against the old carpeted floor, said "Ya, Jett Diamond? My brother?"

He heard Kendall slam his forehead against the table, and Carlos gasp in astonishment. James eyes opened wide, seeing everyone staring at him, save Kendall, who's head was still attached to the table.

Oh... fuck.

Logan jumped up from his seat on the floor, grabbing the exhausted boy by his collar and throwing him against the hard wall.

James hissed from the sudden affliction, but as he looked into Logan's raging brown eyes, he put the throbbing sensation behind him.

"I knew it!" Logan screamed, tightening his hold against the brunet's clothes and slamming him once more against the wall.

"You're a Diamond. You're the 'youngest Diamond', there's no way you're here to help us! You manipulate others and turn them for your sick games. My guess is that Kendall wasn't budging, so you had to increase the process, huh? Act like you really like him, use him, use us, and then go home and tell 'Daddy' all of your information!" Logan hissed into the brunet's face. James was mouthing the words 'No, no, it's not true,' but no sound could be heard from behind the lips.

"Logan!" Kendall called out, rushing over to his friends. His hands latched the jacket that Logan wore, attempting to remove the smaller boy from James.

"Stop it, Kendall!" Logan shrieked. "This is what he does. I've seen the way he looks at you, and you fell for it! You and your stupid emotions always get you into trouble. You aren't seeing straight, he's using us!"

The blond grabbed the boy's arms, thrusting him backwards. Logan stumbled, but quickly retaliated. His eyes widened in disbelief as Kendall formed a shield with his body in front of the shrinking James.

The blond was protecting the brunet against Logan. The raven haired boy couldn't believe it. James was cowering away, why was Kendall so adamant about protecting someone so feeble?

Logan sneered. "You actually fell for it! This is probably all part of President Diamond's plan. We know what the youngest Diamond does: He's a liar, a cheater, a whore! He has money, power, food and-" Logan made sure to put emphasis on the 'and' in his sentence, "-His Father and brother at his disposal, his family, at his every whim. So why would he help us, those who have absolutely nothing!"

Kendall put up his hand at Logan, gesturing that the genius should calm down. Logan wasn't hearing any of it though.

"The only reason you're angry is because of what happened with your family and the Diamonds. You aren't using your brain right now. None of this is James' fault. He's like us, he was just unlucky enough to be born in a bad situation and wants out." Kendall tried to explain reasonably, voice calm and low.

"Do. Not. Bring my family into this, Kendall." He said through the brink of his teeth.

"It's true Logan! You're putting all the anger you have for President Diamond and what he did onto James, who hasn't done anything wrong!"

"Oh, right. He hasn't done anything wrong, just killed our families, is all!"

"It wasn't his fault that he was born a Diamond. Just like it wasn't my fault to be born a Knight, your fault to be born a Mitchell, or Carlos' fault to be born a Garcia! We had nothing to do with what happened to our parents, that's just how it is!"

James glanced at Kendall, cocking his eyebrow.

Kendall's family had never been mentioned before, and now he wonders what exactly happened. Parents were a large part of everyone's life, weren't they? So what happened with Logan and Kendall's?

James tried to remove himself from the body in front of him, walking a bit closer to the spastic Logan with surrendered hands.

"Logan, I'm sorry for-"

"Shut up!" Logan shouted. The smaller boy snapped, lifting his fists and getting ready to fight.

Carlos made his way closer behind Logan if he needed to be held back, and Kendall made his intervention quickly. "Attack him, and I will hurt you." Kendall said with a calm that scared James. Logan brought back his arm, getting ready for the punch. Kendall followed, clenching his fist and going for the blow.

When he was inches away from Logan's body, James threw himself around the blond, jumping onto the flying arm and flinging himself and Kendall towards the ground.

Carlos followed in sweet, grabbing onto Logan's waist and tumbling onto the carpeted floor. He held the enraged raven haired boy, making sure he wouldn't cause any more problems for his friends.

Carlos didn't care what Logan said, James was his friend. He was kind, and Carlos could see in his eyes that what he said before about helping them was the truth. Logan couldn't see that, though. His mind was elsewhere, memories of the past haunting him. Logan could usually see things logically, be the one to see straight when no one else could, but when High Born's were mentioned, or President Diamond, he fell into one of his 'episodes' where no one could control him.

"Fuck!" Kendall cried out from his stunned state on the carpet. "You're friends!" James yelled, hands holding the blond from behind. His glances were tossed frighteningly between Kendall and Logan. "You aren't supposed to be fighting!" He shrieked dejectedly.

He let go of Kendall and sat up, huffing for breath. In his sitting position, his head fell to his knees and his hands made their way to his hair.

"God, this is all my fault. Jett's right, all I ever do is ruin things. That's what I'm good at. That, and giving away my body. That's all I'm good for. Logan, you're right: I'm a whore. A slut. And damn it, I'm just a horrible human being and if all I'm doing is ruining your guys' friendship by being here, maybe I should leave!"

James, finding strength in his legs, began to stand up, trembling ever so slightly. He turned to Logan, his hazel eyes shooting apologies that he couldn't say vocally.

"Logan, I want a change just as much as you. Everything I told you tonight is the truth. Use it, and get my Father out of government... And please, when you find me at the Diamond Mansion, just make my death quick... Okay?" He uttered the words so pitifully that Logan almost felt bad for his actions. Almost.

Kendall jumped up from his spot on the floor, grabbing onto James' hand. "Don't go. He's just angry right now, it'll pass. None of this is your fault, James. None of it." He said, arms rubbing James in comfort. He dove in for a kiss, proving to James that he was still wanted. James' eyes widened in shock. His hand gripped onto Kendall's sleeve as he felt the blond's tongue lap against his lower lip.

Logan may be a genius, but that didn't mean he was always right. To Kendall, James was not a whore. He wasn't a slut. And none of this was his fault. Kendall had to prove it to him. His hands encircled around the boys waist, deepening the kiss.

James let go in Kendall's arms and kissed the boy back with just as much affection that Kendall was portraying. Logan just shook his head in disgust.

"It's your own fault when Diamond personally kills you." He murmured under his breath. He winced, holding onto his side where Carlos attacked him, quickly retreating to his shared bedroom.

Carlos stuck around, until the kiss finally blew over. Kendall dropped his arms and leaned away.

James looked fearful, and had no idea if he should stay or walk away.

Carlos walked up to the boy he stilled called his friend and pulled him into a tight hug. "Kendall's right. Logan just isn't seeing straight right now. When you prove to him that you would never do those things, he'll be the best friend you could ever have..."

The Latino pulled away, still holding onto James' arms. "... You wouldn't do those things that he said, would you?" He asked, eyes begging for a true, honest answer from James.

James shook his head in an instant. "Never. I hate President Diamond just as much as you, it just took me a few friends to realize it." He smiled at Kendall quickly, before cupping Carlos' face with his fingers. It was apparent in the boys' eyes that James hadn't said enough to reassure him.

"Hey, hey, look at me," James said, gently increasing the pressure he had on Carlos' cheeks. "I would never do that. I would never turn on you. It's only been a few weeks, but I love you guys like brothers. Hell, I love you guys more than I love my own brother, and the last thing I want is to see you hurt. I hate what's going on, and since I am in the Diamond position, I can use my small bit of power to create a change. I may hate my brother and Father, but I don't want to see them dead. Out of government, exiled, maybe. But not dead. That's another reason why I want to help you guys make a change peacefully, I promise. What I'm saying is the truth, Carlos. You have to believe me."

James stared into Carlos' eyes during his entire speech, never once looking away. The only disconnect from the ongoing communication was when James or Carlos blinked.

Carlos nodded, getting the honest answer he'd been looking for. He let James go and began walking over to Kendall. "What do we do about Logan?"

Kendall shrugged unaware of how to answer the Latino's question. "Let him blow off some steam, and maybe we should wait a few days. I think the anniversary of his parents death is coming up, which would explain why he's been so antsy lately."

The blond turned to James apologetically. "He really isn't usually like this. I'm sorry you had to deal with that-" Kendall wanted to continue apologizing for Logan, but he just couldn't find the right words to do so. His mind was too tired and exhausted to complete such a simplistic task. To his relief, James agreed with a nod of his head.

"Okay... " James started, hesitant. It really wasn't his place to pry, but he wanted to know. "... And if you don't mind my asking, what exactly happened between my Father and Logan's parents, anyway?"

The reaction James got was quick. Kendall turned to Carlos and they looked at each other as if they were reading the other's thoughts. Carlos began to shake his head, and the blond turned back to James apologetically. "I think that's something Logan will have to tell you. It's not really our place to say, I'm sorry."

James gave the two boys a weak smile, silently saying that it was fine.

Dark, crisp noises erupted from the dingy streets below. Kendall, Carlos and James rushed over to the window, watching as civilians held onto lamps, torches, and flashlights as they walked through the streets, each holding a weapon of choice. The civilians were so clumped together and so large in numbers, that Kendall noticed that he couldn't even see the street beneath their feet.

He heard Dak's voice in the direction they were walking, leading the people into further rage against the government.

"Another takeover of a base?" Carlos asked quietly. Kendall nodded and James only shuddered. "I hope they don't attack the main base, my Father has set up so much surveillance that no one would survive. I don't want any more blood to be shed..."

Kendall ignored the brunet, and turned away from the noise filled streets below. Glancing at his watch which read 4:45 am, Kendall grabbed James from behind, leading him to the door. Carlos didn't notice, and continued to watch the furious civilians sadly as they tore down posters and poured oil over book stands and lit them into flames. All because the stand might have sold a single magazine that held Diamond's face on the cover. The people were destructors, not happy until all was wiped from history of the Diamond regime.

"I should get you home." Kendall said, putting on his shoes. James had fallen into his shocked state, sickened that this is what his Father had turned his people into.

Kendall grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. "Just remember, none of this is your fault." He whispered quietly. James shivered, not quite believing of Kendall's kind words.

The blond glanced at the Latino, who's head was still half way out the window. "I'll be back Carlos, I'm taking James home. He's tired, and if he spills the beans about who he is again he will be killed. So, let's go." Letting their hands drop away from each other, the two boys walked swiftly out of the apartment, trying to decide the best path to take where they wouldn't be over run or seen by the savage crowd of people.


Sitting upon his bed, hair a mess, eyes half deranged, the once powerful man sat in a tight hold within himself, no bigger than that of a scared child.

The proletariats. The damned proletariats. They were getting out of control. Kendall Knight had lost so much of his power in such a few number of days. The people still looked up to him, and loved him, though. President Diamond couldn't understand why.

But now they saw him as the spark. He started the revolution while Dak Zevon was the one who was going to get them through the remainder of it.

Dak wasn't like Kendall. He made plans involved the use of civilians. Plans where they attacked local military bases, and barely any one survived. He had infiltrated one of Diamond's main locations where he kept most of the local ammo and military arms. The civilians were now using these weapons against President Diamond's own soldiers.

His regime was falling. Spiralling. Breaking. He was so close. So close to taking over the Western Pacific Colonies, and war just had to break out in his own damned country.

What was wrong with people?

Maybe he could gather up his money and hide out in one of his allied nations. He wasn't sure if that would work, especially if he was out of power.

He'd still have James to tempt them, but without the nuclear weapons, money and everything else as backups, how would Diamond manipulate them?

He couldn't.

Maybe he could use a jet to fly over to South America? They ran by New America's currency, so maybe he could retire into a nice mansion there, never to be bothered again. A long life with James ahead, watching the South American sun fall into the horizon as the brunet rested peacefully in his arms, just as Brooke would have done.

What a lovely idea.

President Diamond, alone in the dark room, poured himself a glass of rum, downing it quickly along with a few bottled pills prescribed by his physician.

Taking the pills and listening to his heart pump, he felt on edge. The stress was rising. When stress arises, President Diamond can quickly lose it. Which he promptly did.

He turned around in the room and saw her. She sat on the chair, long painted nails rimming the edge of her wine glass. He brown eyes large and staring as if she could see right through him.

"... Brooke," The man whispered mournfully.

She smiled cockily, her hair falling against her shoulder so gracefully.

"Ohh, Brooke." He called out, trying to touch her heightened cheeks bones. She let out a shrill of a laugh and disappeared into thin air like dust. His hand was still out in the air, hoping she'd just reappear under his sweaty palm.

"This is all your fault," Her voice said from above. The President knew he was going mad. Her face was now everywhere, the oval shapes and brown hair floating in the air like clouds in a sky.

Her voice was coming at him at all directions. Left, right, center, above and below. He took another swig of his rum, downing his sorrows and the voices of his lost wife.

'Your fault!' Was called to him from the middle of the room. He shivered involuntarily at the thought.

'You call yourself a man?' Was screamed into his ear, so close that he could feel her warm breath. He could smell the scent of her hair, her pants filled with that minty smell that drove him wild. The scent was absolute perfection.

'Power, money, lust, things you would never have. Could never have.' It taunted him, teased him. This was spoken from the large head that was in front of the fire place, floating over the ash piled bits that had built up over the years of constant use.

'I hate you. I hate you. I hate you'. It was said from behind, he could feel her finger nails walking up the back of his neck. His hairs rose at the ghostly feeling.

'I never loved you.' Was lusciously breathed into his ear. There was so much need in the voice. So much desperation. Lust even.

'How could I ever love such a weakling like yourself. Why do you think I went for another man?' This one was said inside his own head. She had squeezed her way into his brain, and was now speaking from there. The other head's were all still talking, mouths' opening and closing, but all was silent. He could only pay attention to her voice inside his mind.

'Your own wife and best friend betrayed you. Gave each other one night that was better than you ever were. How does that feel?' President Diamond shuddered. The woman knew just how to get under his skin. Yes, she had defiled him once, and she promised to never do it again.

She begged, pleaded for life. And like a fool, he let it go, only for her to commit the raid 9 years later.

Strike 2, and she's gone.

Her breathy moans destroyed his thought process, forcing him to think of the one and only good think to come from the 'Strike 1' defilement. Yet her words, of course, weren't kind. They never were.

'James doesn't like you. It's all an act. How could he. He's me. I don't like you, so why would he?'

President Diamond stiffened at the thought. The boy was a god, who loved him and followed every one of his orders. He would never not love his 'Father'. He was too innocent and sweet to even think up such an act.

'He's playing you. He's playing you.'

He couldn't be. The boy, he couldn't be. But, she was right. He was his Mother. He could be defiling him, going against him, playing him for his own sick twisted game and President Diamond was just too kind to notice.

President Diamond knew that there were no good people in the world. After Brooke was tossed away in a plane, never to be seen again, he knew that his favorite saying was correct.

No one in the world is good. Everyone is selfish and only look out for themselves.

What makes the child he raised as his own, his beautiful boy any different?

'Show him who's boss. Show him who owns him.'

The bodies and heads vanished all at once, along with the voices. They stopped, an uneasy quiet settling over the ill-lighted room.

He turned around once again, facing the picture frame on the wall.

And there she was, smiling. Her head attached to her body, her voice coming from her mouth. She wore a small silk robe that brushed against her toned thighs. The man could see her pink bra and thong that fit perfectly against her slim figure.

The woman sauntered up to him, staring him straight in the eyes. Lifting herself on her toes, she placed her lips just so they were hovering over his. She was teasing him, something she had always loved to do.

'Force him to love you, the way I once used to, you weak, pathetic little man.'

With that, she kissed him with the passion he hadn't felt in years. He grabbed the women by the sides of her face, kissing her deeper. He let his tongue roll around in her mouth, dancing with her own wet muscle and loving the vibrations of her moans. His eyes closed tightly, wishing for this to never end.

After minutes had passed, he opened his eyes and she was gone.

There was no Brooke anymore, her form had disappeared along with her warming aura.

On the edge of reality, he could still her faint words 'Force him to love you, the way I once used to'.

The man took one last swing of his rum, finishing his bottle. At 6 am in the morning, he felt a sudden need to make a visit to the young, beautiful brunet.

The one good thing that came out of the 'Strike 1' defilement.


Kendall watched on top of the old mattress.

Logan and Carlos has long since fallen asleep, leaving Kendall completely alone. Shouts and cries alike could still be heard from the streets below, but Kendall chose to ignore it.

From the streams of blue light, Kendall watched the Diamond mansion. He held the metal map on top of his chest, staring lovingly as James slept.

A few hours before, when Kendall returned, he clicked on the map.

James knew that Kendall would be watching him through the holograph, and made quite the little show that aroused Kendall deeply.

Within the hallway when Kendall brought James home, the boys had found themselves in a hot session of pure desire and need. Their mouths were working against each others as erections pressed against the other, rubbing in desperation. Their linen tops had been dispersed spastically within the aluminum hallway, leaving only their naked, sweaty chests to grind against the other.

And just as they were about to let go completely, James stopped all of the motions and moved towards his living quarters, leaving Kendall in an antsy and rather stunned state. James laughed at the control he had over the blond, before he asked Kendall to stay the night. The blond knew he'd have to get back through the overcome streets before it became even more rowdy during the day. And what happened if anyone stopped by while they were still asleep? He had to say no. James nodded, and opened the door to his room, blowing a kiss at the still erotic Kendall. He winked, as he closed the door between himself and the blond, all safety going along with it.

All that being said, Kendall did relieve himself of the painful erection when he came home and watched James do the same on top of his bed.

The kid was such a tease, but Kendall was secretly thankful for it.

Now, a few hours past, and Kendall could not fall into sleep like James had so easily seemed to.

The blue holograph of the boy was shaking, twisting and turning. He seemed to be screaming from the nightmares that plagued him, and Kendall felt his chest restrict. His heart fell just a little more, knowing that he couldn't be there to rid the boy of his terrors.

Kendall eyes quickly turned as he saw a figure stagger dangerously. President Diamond stumbled haphazardly through the mansion's bare hallways. He bit his own lip as the deranged and psychotic man, the man who called himself the Leader of the New America, reached his own son's room, entering in delight.

Kendall shut off the map with a click of the button, not wanting to watch anymore.

His head fell to his chest, ignoring the painful images that came up. The images created by his own mind were bleak and detailed, showing exactly what he knew was happening to James.

Kendall couldn't handle it anymore.

The people shouted the nation's prayer from the streets, singing disastrous profanities after each sentence, yelling about the lies that it told.

Smoke from the flames of burning buildings and vehicles rose in the night sky, and Kendall could hear the smashing of more windows.

Either by the hands of the people, or by the acts of his own Father, Kendall knew that James was going to die if he didn't do something.

He had to get James out of that mansion. For good.


Chapppter done!

Yes, they now know about James and the truth. And things begin to get REALLY heated from here on out. Only 6 chapters left!

Annnnd, did anyone guess that Logan had family issues, which has been the cause for most of his angst? I've been making subtle hints for a while, but maybe they were too subtle too notice (or I didn't make as many as I thought I did? haha)

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