Wow it took a long time for me to do this! SORRY! But school is already busy and I do wayyyy too much sport for any normal living person So hear it is I hope you like it!

James POV

I walked through the school doors once again, but this time I didn't even bother smiling or talking to the attractive girls out the front. This time I searched for Logan instead. Not for my homework, but for a meeting.

Yesterday he told me he saw Kendall kidnapping Carlos. Usually if someone told me this I would tell them to stop lying to me, but I already had suspicions that Kendall was in 'The Blood Hounds', and after watching the news last night, saw that Carlos' dad had arrested three members from that very group.

When I saw the dark haired teen I ran over to him quickly. "We have got to find Kendall if he comes to school today! I'm not letting him get away with this!" I panted.

"I agree! I thought about our old plan to eavesdrop on them at their safe house and realised that it wasn't that realistic." Logan explained as we walked to Kendall's locker.

Truth be told, I really didn't expect to see Kendall, so when I saw him at the end of the hallway, alone, I was surprised. "There he is! Come on!" I exclaimed before sprinting to the other teen, Logan at my tail.

When I reached Kendall, I grabbed him, and while he was off guard, dragged him into a luckily nearby bathroom. Logan closed and locked the door behind us.

"What the hell Jamie!" Kendall yelled as I slammed him into the tiled bathroom walls.

"We know what you did you bastard!" I growled, Logan standing beside me, anger, rarely seen, plastered on his face.

"W-what did I do?" Kendall stuttered lightly, eyes showing worry.

"You kidnapped Carlos!" Logan exploded. I was surprised by his outburst but didn't show it.

"W-what! N-no I didn't!" Kendall weakly defended, eyes slightly brimmed with tears.

"I bloody saw you do it! So stop lying!" Logan screamed, hands going into fists.

"Now tell us where he is and how to get him out, otherwise today might be your last." I threatened darkly. Wow! I'm scary!

"He's at our safe house!" Kendall let his tears fall, "In the basement. I didn't have a choice! I had to take him, or they'd kill me!"

"Yeah? Well now they're going to kill him!" Logan cried.

"You don't think I feel bad? I nearly threw up when they… when they…" He cut himself off.

My eyes widened, "When they, what? What did they do to him?" I demanded, slamming him into the wall again.

"T-they beat him and… and they… w-w-whipped him." Kendall fell to his knees when my grip weakened in shock. I saw Logan go paler.

"Kendall, you need to tell us the address and you're going to help us get him out." Logan told the weeping boy.

"I can take you there, but I don't know how to get him out! They are too big, too dangerous! I didn't even want to be in the gang! I still don't! I had too… I'm sorry… so sorry." Kendall started rambling on before I interrupted.

"What do you mean, you had too? We all have a choice."

"I didn't." He wept, "I didn't."

Flashback (last year) KENDALL'S POV

I entered the house, home from yet another day of school. Mum wasn't home, of course, she was working. She always worked nights, so I rarely got to see her because I was out during the day for school. Dad wasn't here anymore, just abandoned mum after he got her pregnant for the third time 10 years ago. I was 6, nearly 7, and my older brother Kevin was 14.

I was hard on mum, and she had to take on two jobs just to support us. She was so stressed and sick that my little sister, who was to be called Katie, died before birth. So now it was just my mum, Kevin and I.

Kevin was not a good role model for me, at all. He did drugs, drank before he was of age, was in a gang and always caused or was in the mist of violence. What a great older brother. I learnt to ignore his ways, but he had to take care of me when my worked, so I couldn't always avoid him.

I was now 16, Kevin being 23. I walked up stairs and my senses were instantly filled with the smell of cigarette smoke and beer. Well, I now knew Kev was home. I put my backpack in my room as Kevin stumbled slightly into my bedroom.

"Hey Kendall!" He slurred.

"Hey Kev." I said lightly, unpacking my school things.

"Wanna drink?" I shook my head no, "Wanna smoke?" Once again, no, "Want some drugs?"

"No Kevin!" I growled, turning to face him.

"Dude, you're no fun!" He groaned, a lob sided grin on his face. "Come here, bro."

I signed and followed him as he made his way downstairs. We headed outside and stared walking down the street.

"What are we doing? Where are we going?" I asked, confused.

"To have fun another way." He smiled.

I actually smiled; my brother was hanging out with me for the first time without trying to force drugs down my throat. I wondered what we were going to do.

We stopped at a small park, "What's the time?" He asked me.

"About 3:40pm. Why?"

"Perfect." He ignored my question.

I watched the street for a couple of minuted, it was empty till a young tan boy, a good 4 or 5 years younger than myself walked by. He had short black hair and was extremely short. I heard my brother laugh deeply as he came into view.

"Alright little bro, now I want you to go up to that kid and get all his money and then beat him up."

"What!" I gasped. I couldn't do that!

"Come on its fun!" He laughed, "This kid in particular, will cry and scream so sweetly! He even begs!"

I was repulsed at what my brother wanted me to do. "No." I said simply.

"Fine, I know your scared just watch me and join in when you're ready." He stalked towards the kid.

I knew not to stop my brother, definitely when he was under the influences or drugs and alcohol, so I just watched as he approached the small child. I couldn't hear them from where I was standing, but I saw the kid's expression change to scared as he pulled out his wallet and gave it to my older brother.

Kevin pocketed the whole wallet before saying something to the kid. The boy shook his head violently.

I thought Kevin was going to leave now, let the kid go unharmed, but I was wrong again. He punched the kid upside his head, causing the kid to fall to the ground. Kevin pushed kick after kick at the boy. I turned away, not able to watch any longer. I felt a hand on my shoulder a few minutes later, I jumped and spined, finding Kevin smiling at me, hands bloody.

"Here bro." He handed me the kid's wallet, "Your first memory."

He walked off as I opened the wallet, looking at the ID. 'Carlos Garcia'. He was only 12 years old. I looked at the body now lying unconscious on the side walk. One tear slipped down my cheek, before I dropped the wallet and ran home. That was the first time I had seen or met Carlos Garcia.

Later that night, I was forced to go to Kevin's gang's safe house. Again. I sat in a chair in the far corner on the room, watching the older boys drink, smoke and gamble. Then something out of the ordinary happened. A fight broke out.

It started off with words first. I saw my brother in the mist of it all. I only caught bits and pieces of the fight.

"- Told you not too!"

"- Gonna get it bad!"

"- Too late!"

"- Blood oath!"

"- Any last words?"

Then the first punch was thrown. At my brother. It decked him hard. More punches, kicks and thrown bottles came my brother's way. Beating him to his death.

I panicked, "Stop! Stop! I said STOP!"

They stopped.

I saw my brother lying bloody and limp on the ground, but still alive.

"Please stop?" I begged.

"We can't, he broke a rule. The penalty is death." A large man spoke up.

"There has to be something I can do to get you to stop?" I cried out.

A man, covered in scars approached me. "There is something."

"What is it? Anything, I'll do it!" I felt relief at the thought to save my brother.

"Join." I gave him a confused look, "Join 'The Blood Hounds'."

My eyes widened, I really did NOT want to do that, but I had to for my brother. I couldn't just let him be killed while I still had the chance to save him. "Fine. I'll do it."

I had to take the blood oath and other introductory tests which included having my first drugs, alcohol and cigarette. By the end, I had felt as if I had broken every rule, standard or dream I had ever believed in. I also learnt the most important rule: If you want to leave the gang and/or if you break any rules, the penalty is death or sometimes severe physical punishment.

"Congratulations Kendall, you are our newest member of 'The Blood Hounds'." The leader, whose name I learnt was Scar, said cheerfully but with a hint of snark.

Just then, I thought that my life couldn't get any worse that was until Scar spoke up again. "You have one final test."

I looked at him confused and scared by the evil glint in his eyes.

"Live through the pain of losing a loved one."

He pulled out a gun from the back of his pants and before I could protest a shot went off.

End Flashback

James POV

"He shot Kevin in the head." Kendall cried, "I had to watch! They made me watch as they shot my older brother!"

Kendall was in hysterics by now. Even Logan and I had tears in our eyes. I had hated this guy for so long, yet never knew how much pain he suffered each and every day.

"It alright Kendall." I soothed, "Logan and I are hear for you now." He nodded, unable to form words.

"But we really need your help to save Carlos, bud." Logan pleaded his voice cracking.

"We'll protect you through this, and everything after. But we need your help!" I whispered.

"A-alright." He whispered, barely audible, "I'll h-help you, if you help m-me."

I placed a hand on his shoulder, "Deal."

DONE! Wow that came out of nowhere! That idea was never in my head before I actually started writing this! I hope you liked it! feel a little less angry at Kendall now? Please review! I need a lot of reviews to find the inspiration to keep writing, so PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!