Hello lovelies,

I have been WAY too excited to post this new story with you. Finally the day has come :D

This story will be focused on Rev!Kevedd, which I absolutely adore. **This story uses rev! characters created by Asphyyyy on Tumblr, HOWEVER please note that these characters are entirely rewritten and are not a true depiction of the creators characters!**

Well, I hope you enjoy this introduction to the story.

CURRENT EDIT: So I am in fact slowly rewriting All We Are in my own time. I'm formatting it into a manuscript actually! I'm excited and wish to publish it one day and I see this fanfic as a first draft in a way. I am also writing the next chapter so do not worry. It's just hard to balance a day job, chores, art projects, writing the manuscript and the fanfic chapters.

If you have any constructive criticism please let me know, the reviews with constructive comments are always the ones that help the story progress as I write future chapters with those reviews in mind.

He rose above the shallow water and quickly smashed down against the tides, then let his body go limp sinking. He loved the feeling of being underwater. At first it was like a roller coaster then it became something very different. His consciousness was in tranquility, at least for now. It eventually felt almost bone crushing the further he sank from the intense pressure of gallons of water that encompassed every inch of his body. He was at a loss of control. He didn't know which way was up or down. The pressure squeezed his lungs, causing them to ache. The feeling of numbness enveloped him from the loss of his dominance he once possessed.

All he could hear was the rumble of the freezing liquid that surrounded him. He closed his eyes, and his mind went blank as he felt the sea's terrors. After resisting for so long he finally opened his mouth to cry out, but nothing came. Instead his throat was quickly filled causing him to choke. There were no sounds from the exterior, no pitiful stares from those merciless strangers that passed by and no intrusive whispers. Gradually, his sight started to slip away, sinking into the darkness below. He was alone with just his thoughts that were heightened to their full extent, they yelled, they begged, they laughed, they screamed. They were his unwelcome truth and he knew he was forced to face the world above, dead or alive. There never truly was escape from the hell that was his life.

Then the sea swallowed him whole...

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There was a time when he had been so excited to walk through the entrance of Peach Creek High. A time he had been naive and thought this was going to be an exciting chapter in his life. Because every adult in his life including his dad would always say "High school are the best four years of your life, make the most of it!"

Peach Creek High was an absolute nightmare. Nothing like the school his father would always tell him exciting memories about. The time his father and mother started dating, to the time they would sneak off with two other friends to play mini golf on the football field.

The school had changed and as he entered the hallways of the high school, Kevin Thomas Barr realized this very quickly. His four years, they were going to be hell.

There was another thing his old man had gotten wrong. His dad had taught him a big lesson very early on in his life and this lesson he took with him till this day and he was grateful for it helped him survive everything he had experienced thus far in his first two years of high school.

Kevin must have been around six years old when his father was teaching him to ride his bicycle without training wheels. Little Kevin , of course, fell down hard on the concrete one of the times his dad had let go of him. His leg was all scratched up and bleeding and after seeing all the blood, little Kevin started sobbing and he only cried harder when he saw his dad bend down and just smile at him as he poured water from his water bottle on the injury. Little Kevin thought his dad was laughing at him and it only made him cry non stop but then his dad spoke up gently.

"You're going to be just fine, kiddo" His dad patted his head as little Kevin continued to hiccup gripping his dad's sleeve. "The pain will go away soon. The wound will heal and you'll forget about it, you're a Barr man after all"

By the time they walked back home, little Kevin had stopped crying and he realized his father had been right. And every single time after that when he would get hurt, he didn't cry because he knew the pain would go away soon and that wound would heal. But his father was wrong about one thing in his statement. Kevin never forgot.

Kevin Barr adjusted his favorite red Quiz Bowl cap as he looked at himself in the school bathroom mirror. He had always been a short, heavily freckled red headed boy and he constantly cursed himself for it. Not like he could change anything by it but he still did it anyways. Of course, life just had to deny him his father's physique and instead be born a runt. He tried to straighten his green cotton sweater that had been ruined from a slight beating he had received during lunch by his typical bullies.

He let out a long sigh as he took a good look at himself. In his first two years of high school he had gotten scrawny and rather pale looking making his freckles grossly stand out. His glasses slightly cracked, the bit of skin that was exposed bruised and scraped from the abuse. His eyes had dark circles from the lack of sleep he had from the pain that was enacted upon his frail body almost every day. He already was self-conscious and he really didn't need any more points to add to the list.

Kevin would have given up to the gang of bullies long ago if it wasn't for his best friend Nazz. Nazz was a short, conservative pretty girl that always had her short blonde hair tucked behind her ears, and wore loose shirts with knee length skirts. She possessed probably the sweetest most caring personality there ever was. She was strong in heart, and the bravest person he's met. Kevin often asked her for advice on everything.

The two were childhood friends facing everything that was thrown at them together. Although for most of their schooling they had been separated by different schools, they saw each other a lot. It was mainly due to the fact that both their parents had been friends since high school. His father and Nazz's father had been teammates on the same basketball team. It was funny how their kids turned out to be the biggest geeks in the town. Neither Nazz or Kevin were sporty and that was something that they shared and bonded over time and time again.

Instead, they read a lot and traded books. Nazz would start a story and Kevin would draw them as the characters and then they'd play fantasy running around their backyards. They stopped playing like that a long time ago, Kevin missed it but they both grew up. Kevin started getting more solitary with the slight bullying from a pair of kids in his middle school, while Nazz blossomed into more friendships with other girls her age in her middle school.

By the time they reached High school they had become two individuals but their friendship remained as strong as ever. In their minds they were like siblings although everyone around them thought otherwise, even their parents.

However, they encountered something that would become the bane of Kevin's existence. If the pair of bullies were just annoying in middle school, in high school something changed. They found a source of power they didn't have in middle school. He couldn't even remember how the bullying had started. In middle school it was light teasing from the stupid goons and ever since high school, the bullying gradually intensified to what it was today. And for one reason or another Kevin was left to his own devices to deal with the ruthless gang all by himself. And ruthless they were. A physical beating that nearly left Kevin feeling on the edge, wanting to end it all with one swift turn on his motorcycle when he would ride through the town's lonesome roads.

Kevin could never go through with it. It was always a thought that crawled through his brain in his darkest moments, and as quickly as it came, it left. He knew better, he had hope, he had strength, he had someone to protect and he had his father's lesson engraved in his brain. It would take a lot more to break him. Facing the rest of Sophomore year like that was hard but he remembered it would be over before he knew it. He didn't know how he would survive through the following next two years, but he would.

It was stupid to even think about something so dark really; he appreciated life even if the gang made it hard for him at times. He knew it would all be over soon and he would be able to move on to greater things in life, like riding his motorcycle.

Now, Kevin didn't look like the type of boy to love adventurous tasks, yet he did. His motorcycle rides were his favorite. He would drive at full blast through the late night's weekends on the almost deserted freeway. He loved the adrenaline rushing through the blood to his pumping heart.

The very thought of it made eyes shine bright with anticipation "Ugh man now I wanna ride my bike, fuck school" Kevin took his hat off and scratched his red hair that always seemed to fall awkwardly on his forehead. He paused looking up at the yellowed ceiling that had gum, pencils and little indecent doodles drawn all over. He had skipped school once to go out riding, but he hadn't fully thought of the consequences. The bullies were out looking for him and when they didn't find him they went after Nazz. Poor girl, she didn't deserve it, and never again did Kevin ever leave Nazz on her own again.

He was annoyed and his fist closed tightly in frustration as he thought back on that dreadful day. Kevin's conscience was filled with guilt that he could never repay to the innocent blonde girl. He wished everything was normal, back to the days his dad would tell him about. But then again, his dad was the jock...Kevin? He was at the bottom of the food chain, maybe everything would have been different if he had turned out as sporty and social as his dad.

The ginger boy looked at his pitiful state in the mirror, irritation reflected in his emerald eyes. He was so freaking pathetic he thought looking down at his bony freckled hands "Why do I have to be so freaking weak?"

"Why indeed little Minnow"

Kevin gasped turning around to see the source of the threatening voice that always had him trembling within seconds every time it resonated with such power. This person you see, was the source of power Kevin's bullies had managed to obtain. This person was the sole reason why Kevin's experience in high school was a total nightmare. This person was Satan himself.

There he stood, Eddward James Vincent, the leader of the pack of bullies. He easily towered over little Kevin with his terrifying presence. He always wore black jeans, and a black long sleeved hooded leather jacket with a blood red long sleeved shirt underneath. His famous black striped beanie hung low over his forehead while his dog tags swung back and forth as he walked towards him in the cold and suffocating school bathroom. The guy's tanned skin always looked rather sickly to Kevin, ghostly and the bully wandered the school with eye bags that never seemed to go away. It was almost like the guy never slept.

Eddward took hold of a good chunk of Kevin's over sized sweater slamming the smaller teen against the chilly bathroom wall. With the other hand Eddward harshly cupped Kevin's cheeks and forced him to look up at his coldblooded blue eyes. "Leave here before I inflict greater pain than the one you are already suffering from"

Kevin was petrified by the voice, so venomous and cruel that it made Kevin's very soul tremble with fright. He was paralyzed, every time Eddward spoke. His voice caught off from his dry throat and his hands and legs unable to do anything except tremble and instinctively curl in trying to defend himself.

"I said leave!" Eddward's voice thundered through the bathroom. He shoved Kevin harshly on the floor making Kevin feel a sharp sting run through his body.

Kevin quickly blinked out of his trance and scurried away. Kevin knew he needed to get back into the public eye, back to safety. The freckled boy stopped a second and looked back at the bathroom door with wide eyes. Eddward, frankly, was a very mysterious guy, no one that he knew knew anything about the guy. The raven haired abuser always kept to himself and he wasn't ever seen with any one except the other two bullies that tortured Kevin. And even they probably didn't care to know anything about their leader. The guy was the swim team captain and even then everyone on the team didn't talk much to him. There were people in the school who respected the guy, most however feared his intimidating presence. There were rumors of all kinds, some outlandish and some… not so much. All this came to the curious mind of Kevin Barr, because as much as he hated this tyrant there were so many questions surrounding the dreadful school and the Vincent bully. Kevin had no idea how Eddward had gotten so much power in his possession, but he hoped someone would step up and give him a piece of his own medicine.

He sighed angrily turning back to head to class.

Thank you for reading this first chapter, I know it's a bit on the dull side, but from next chapter the story will start to unravel.

Please leave a review on your thoughts/ feelings/ predictions, I enjoy reading them very much :3

Edit: Anyways let me know what you thought about this rewrite chapter intro

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