Um… Hi, this is my first fanfic ever. I've been trying to write something for a while now, and this idea just kind of came to me. I think it came out pretty good. I hope you all like it, feel free to give any advice or pointers. On with the fic!

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The puck dropped. I sucked in a breath. Game on. Back and forth. Up and down the ice. We were fluid in motion, instinctively knowing where each other was. I caught the puck and passed it off before being slammed into the wall. I was back up instantly, screaming as Kendall tapped the puck into the net. Carlos sailed by, rapping my helmet affectionately, "Woo! First point!" he yelled.

I took up my position again, ready to crush the other team. We were playing a four on four game in the summer hockey tournament. We had to beat these guys in order to move on. The rules were slightly different than a regular match. Neither side had a goalie, leading to an increased ferocity to keep control of the puck, and each team had five players, four on the ice and one substitute. Our sub was a kid named Jackie, who we'd had to bribe in order to get enough players for a team. We promised him that unless something horrible happened, he would never have to play.

The action started again with Kendall quickly gaining control of the puck. He passed it to James who made a break for the net. Two players converged on him. He ended up against the wall, and one of the guys took the puck, moving quickly up the ice. Carlos tried to intercept him, in his usual reckless manner, but the boy passed to a team mate.

I had hung back, watching the play unfold and made my move knowing I would get the puck. I smoothly stole the puck and shot off down the ice. I dodged around one guy and made a shot that just barely crossed the goal line. Kendall and James both jumped on me, shouting, "Way to go!" and "Go Logan!" Carlos was jumping up and down already back in position.

I grinned. I loved the thrill I got from playing hockey with my three best friends. With Kendall's natural leadership skills, Carlos' speed and energy, James' intensity, and my ability to strategize, we were nearly unstoppable. By the time halftime rolled around, we were ahead by three points, and the opposing team was getting desperate.

I sat on the bench between James and Kendall, Carlos paced in front of us too wired to sit still. James whipped out his comb, muttering something about helmet hair. Kendall looked towards Jackie and said, "Hey Jackie, how you doing down there?"

Jackie, on the other end of the bench as far from us as possible, didn't even bother to look up from his video game. "I'm not going on the ice. No you can't play my game. Yes, James, your hair looks great," he rattled off his usual list of responses to anything any of us might have asked.

"Okay then," Kendall turned backe to me, "We are so creaming them!"

I laughed, "Yep, looks like this is going to be an easy win."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," Carlos warned, stopping his pacing. He gestured to the guys from the other team.

They were huddled together, occasionally shooting dirty looks over to our side of the rink. I didn't like the looks on their faces. I especially didn't like that many of their glares seemed to be directed at me.

Kendall glanced from the other boys to me, brow furrowed, thinking. "Hey guys pay attention. We need to strategize." Carlos and I turned to him. Kendall leaned around me and smacked James in the arm. "James!"

"What? What! I'm paying attention."

Kendall just rolled his eyes. "Look, I think they're up to something, and based on the looks they're giving us, I don't think it's anything good. They're losing by a lot, so they'll be desperate to score any way they can. They'll probably resort to fighting dirty." He looked at each of us making sure we were all listening. "So watch yourselves okay?" He turned to me. "Logan, you've been doing awesome today."

I smiled happily, but I thought I knew where he was going with this.

"But I think that means they're going to be gunning for you in particular. They know if they can get rid of any of us, we'll have to use our sub." He shot a dark look over his shoulder at Jackie, who didn't notice. "Nobody wants that."

The referee blew his whistle signaling the start of the second half of the match. We all put our hands together and grinned at each other. "Ready to win?" Kendall asked. Our grins were all the answer he needed.

"Let's do this!"

Back on the ice, I knew what Kendall suspected was true. Aside from being the smallest player and the most obvious target, I had been having an amazing game, and they wanted revenge. I'd been checked pretty roughly twice, but the ref hadn't called anything yet. I saw my teammates shooting me concerned glances every now and then, but I waved them off. I wasn't going to let a few bruises slow me down.

The next time the puck came my way I took off for the opposite goal. I felt more than saw someone come up behind me and quickly passed to James, before I was smashed into the glass. Again. Carlos skated past me, anxiously calling over his shoulder, "You okay, Logan?"

"Yeah, I'm good." I wheezed as loudly as possible, trying to get my breath back. I recovered quickly and got back in the game. We scored again, and as everyone got back into position, I watched the captain of the other team nod to himself as if he'd come to a decision. He called one of his guys over and murmured something to him before they all lined up.

The ref dropped the puck, restarting the game. I skated backwards watching the other team come at us. Out of the corner of my eye I caught site of someone coming at me. He slammed into me and we crashed into the wall, hard. I felt my legs go out from under me and struggled to take a breath. I heard the referee's whistle, and then heard him yelling something. Kendall and James skated over towards me.

Kendall knelt beside me, "Logan! Logan, you all right?"

I nodded, still unable to get enough air to talk. Kendall peered at me with concern, not sure if I was telling the truth. James knelt on my other side, eyes wandering over me, as if he could spot an injury through my heavy padding. I drew in a deep breath. "I'm okay guys, really." I made sure to meet Kendall's eyes as I said this.

"Okay," Kendall nodded to James, and they each grabbed one of my arms and hauled me up. I tried not to wince as pain rippled through my ribs. I knew I was hurt, but not bad enough to get out of the game. If Kendall even suspected that something was wrong, I knew he'd force me to sit out.

I smiled reassuringly, trying to rid my friends of their still dubious looks. They skated back to their positions, albeit not without fleeting looks of concern. I noticed Carlos glaring at the guy who had knocked my fillings loose. He was sitting in the penalty box. That was good at least.

We played through the end of the period without incident, but the beginning of the next resulted in a drastic turn of events. I got smashed again, by the same guy, again. Only this time, I knew I wouldn't be getting up.

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