This story will be sad, but I'm excited about writing it! I hope you like it!

It started off pretty normally. That was the funny thing.

James and Carlos were out on a date somewhere else and had bailed on them, so it had been a Kendall-Logan outing. Not that Logan minded; he preferred being alone with Kendall than anything. Though naturally, the blonde didn't know that.

They were sitting in a diner on opposite ends of a booth, Kendall with a cheeseburger, which he'd started to eat more after spending time with James, and Logan with a meatball sub. Kendall giggled lightheartedly at some joke Logan made. "When did you get so funny?"

"Hey, I've always been funny!" Logan protested. "Your pretty blonde head just hasn't noticed!"

Kendall laughed, then stopped, cocking his head slightly. "Pretty?"

"U-um—oh, it's just an expression!" Logan said quickly, trying to cover up his accidental compliment.

Kendall was about to say something back when suddenly a hand slammed down on their table, making them both jump. They looked up to see three men standing in front of them, all three were tall, muscular and scary looking.

"Faggots," the tallest man spat at them. He had messy dark hair and cold grey eyes. Logan just rolled his own eyes and the three turned and walked away. He didn't realise how much that face would taunt him for so long. Or for what reason. He never could have predicted it.

"Morons," Kendall murmured to him, laughing. "Can't even realise we're not together."

Maybe they picked up on the vibes I'm sending out to YOU, Logan wanted to reply. Instead he shrugged, taking a bite of his meatball sub. "They're not worth bothering about."

When they were finished their food, they didn't realise they were being followed as they left the diner. Logan was the one to suggest they take a shortcut through the alley coming up in their right. "It'll save us at least ten minutes," Logan persisted when Kendall looked uncertain. "Come on, I wanna get home."

Kendall sighed, smiling. "Ok. But if we get shot and burned to bits, I'm blaming you."

"Deal," Logan replied with a laugh as the blonde followed him down the alley.

Then only ten seconds later, they were surrounded. "Look, it's the little faggots!" the tallest with the grey eyes chuckled. "They've come to play with us."

The other two laughed. But Kendall and Logan were suddenly very scared. Logan was the first to be grabbed, the shortest of the three holding him so his arms were pinned by his sides and he couldn't get away.

"Stop it, leave us alone!"

The second man standing there gave Logan a swift punch in the face, makingke scream and Logan groan in discomfort. Blood trickled from his nose as the man hit him again, before punching him in the gut.

"Logan!" Kendall cried, darting forward to try and pry the man's arm away when he prepared for another blow. But then the tallest with the cold eyes grabbed Kendall's pulling the struggling blonde flush against him.

"Isn't he a pretty little ass?" the man purred, holding Kendall tight against him. "I can almost see your source of interest, pipsqueak."

"Let me go!" Kendall whimpered, trying to squirm out of the man's grip.

"Nah, I don't think so, baby. We haven't even started yet." The man gave another dark chuckled, one of his strong hands running down Kendall's back to his ass, giving it a squeeze. It was this that made Kendall start crying in fear, trying to hit the man holding him prisoner.

Then the man who'd punched Logan was coming forward, grabbing onto Kendall too. And Logan started to panic at the look on their faces. They looked hungry, they looked dangerous.

Kendall's struggling suddenly became even more futile. But it didn't stop him from trying even harder.

"Kendall!" Logan screamed as the two men pinned the crying blonde down. "Stop it, don't hurt him!"

"Shut up, faggot!" the man holding Logan snarled, shaking him violently. "Here's what's gonna happen, you faggot. You're gonna watch what we do to your little slut and you're not gonna do a fucking thing about it, you're too weak."

"No!" Logan shouted in protest, trying his best not to cry out in pain when the man holding him hit him in the gut. "Leave him alone!"

The two men holding Kendall just laughed, as one of them held Kendall still while the other reached down and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them and his boxers down to his ankles. Kendall screamed and sobbed, trying to push them off. "P-please . . . don't . . . no!"

The man holding Kendall with his arms pinned by his sides shoved him down onto his knees, pulling him so he was bent over. The other man started unbuttoning his own pants, chuckling darkly. "Can't wait for this, it's gonna feel so good, you're gonna be so tight . . ."

"Logan, p-please!" Kendall sobbed in fear, trying to look over his shoulder at what the man was doing. "H-help me!"

"Get off him!" Logan screamed, starting to cry in fear at the entire situation, struggling a little harder. "Take me instead, I don't care, just don't hurt him!"

"It's too late for that, fag," the man laughed, his cold eyes boring into Logan's. "Besides, I think I'd rather have him . . ."

Then the man shoved his huge, throbbing erection into Kendall's hole, stretching him in the most painful way possible. Kendall screamed in pain and fear, tears pouring down his cheeks as his body trembled.

"Stop!" Logan yelled angrily, struggling and wanting to murder those three for what they were doing. "He hasn't done anything, leave him!"

"Stop it, please!" Kendall screamed as the man thrust in and out of him even harder. "It hurts, stop it!"

Logan sobbed and screamed for them to stop and leave his friend alone, but they only laughed at him. The first man moaning in pleasure and pounding in and out of Kendall's virgin hole and digging his nails into his hips to make them bleed, the second man biting Kendall's neck hard enough to leave marks.

"S-stop!" Kendall wailed, starting to struggle again even though it did him no good. "L-Logan . . ."

"Kendall, it's ok," Logan managed to choke out, but it really wasn't.

After what seemed like forever, the first man groaned low in his throat, Kendall crying weakly as he came inside of him. The man pulled out, redressing himself with a smile on his face.

"You think we're finished with you yet, bitch?" the rapist snarled, smirking as he pulled Kendall's pants up as they dragged the blonde onto his feet. "We're not even close."

The man holding Logan suddenly gave him a hard punch in the stomach, before slamming his head against the wall. Logan fell onto the ground, head throbbing. Through his blurred vision, he saw the three men closing in on the sobbing Kendall, holding him tightly. His vision faded, and when it came back he saw the man who'd held him with his hands closed around Kendall's throat, throttling him as the blonde's head flopped like a fish. Kendall's struggles weakened until he stopped altogether, only held up by the men.

"No . . ."

Logan's voice gave out as he started to lose consciousness. The last thing he heard was two gunshots exactly three seconds apart, before everything went back.

Logan woke up in a hospital bed three days later, with James, Carlos, Mrs Knight and Katie standing around him. But Kendall was nowhere in sight.

"How are you feeling, bud?" James asked a little hoarsely, eyes red and puffy.

"Um, my head hurts . . ." Logan mumbled, sitting up a little. He looked around the small hospital room, frowning when he saw it was empty except for him, not like he expected. "Guys, where's Kendall?"

All at once, Mrs Knight's face crumpled, Katie gave some sort of wail with a hand over her mouth, and Carlos burst into tears, sobbing with his head buried in James's shoulder. "L-Logan . . ." Mrs Knight sobbed.

"What's going on?" Logan asked, suddenly very worried.

"What's the last thing you remember?" James asked, looking the strongest of all of them.

"They . . . they were choking him. And I-I heard a gun . . ." Logan stopped, feeling himself grow colder. God, no. No no no no no . . . "Where is he!"

There was silence for another moment or two.

"Kendall . . . K-Kendall's dead," James whispered at last, a tear sliding down his own cheek.

"What?"

There was silence, except for the sound of crying.

"No . . ." Logan choked out, tears building up in his eyes. "No no no no no! I-it's not true! You're fucking lying to me!"

"No, Logan—"

"He's n-not dead, you're lying!" Logan screamed, tears pouring down his cheeks. "He's not, he can't be . . ."

Logan slapped Carlos's hands away when he tried to give him a hug. "Don't touch me! You're all lying!"

"Logan, we're not lying!" Katie shouted at him, crying angry, tearless sobs. "Kendall is dead, ok? He's g-gone!" She was trembling, breath coming out in weak gasps.

"They found this bullet case thing a-at the scene, and now they have you as a w-witness," James managed to get out, wiping his eyes with a shaking hand.

"But, isn't it obvious that he's dead, if they—"

"No, no, they d-didn't find his body," Mrs Knight sobbed, struggling to breathe properly. "W-we can't even h-have a proper funeral f-for him, they t-took his body with them . . ."

The police were searching for Kendall's body, but they doubted they would find it. The men who'd attacked them had likely burned it, or taken it and buried it somewhere miles away from civilisation. They planned to call it off if they didn't find it in another week. They were doubtful. As far as they were concerned, it was just another assault-murder case.

Logan couldn't forget that screaming, before the sound of that gun right before he passed out. The gun that killed his best friend, his one love. He never got to tell Kendall how he felt. It was too late. Instead of having Kendall in his arms like he'd wanted for so long, all he had were nightmares, flashbacks of Kendall's screams and sobs, with Logan helpless to everything.

Because Kendall was raped and murdered that night. And Logan saw it all happen.

. . . I'm sad now, but I'm writing this anyway! Please review!