So sorry for not updating in ages. Being a teenager sucks. Also fair warning, this is where this book gets violent and intense so if you can't handle blood or violence in general I suggest you stop reading now.

The book will only get more violent from here.

Quick recap:

Logan attempted to look at the situation in a more positive light. Although, they hadn't met under the best of circumstances, Patton still seemed alright, despite his undeniable creepiness but Logan excused that because he seemed to be the first time having such an affection for someone. Even his awkward nature was endearing in a strange way.

He sighed, deciding he would reflect further on the strange interaction after his class.

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Patton strolled down the busy boardwalk with his lips curved upwards and a blush decorating his cheeks. He wore black sweatpants and a large black leather coat, his hands hidden inside them. He was grinning like an absolute mad man and people He didn't pay them any mind though since he had his reasons.

He couldn't help but feel joyous! Logan talked to him! He could hear the intelligent student use his God like voice to say his name. He was completely blessed! Patton was getting some takeout, just humming to himself as he became closer and closer to his destination. He was about to past the final shop when his chest constricted.

An almost drowning feeling enveloped his chest, his smile faulting in the process. Why did he suddenly feel like trash when a second ago he was so happy? He wasn't sure yet.

Key word, yet.

Patton temporarily ingored the water like sensation as he continued to walk after awkwardly pausing in the middle of the path, blocking the way. It became unbearable as he passed an alleyway. An alleyway? Seemed pretty sketchy. Why would this specific alley multiply his bad vibes. Multiple questions and their horrible possible answers ran though his mind.

Surely it wouldn't hurt to see if there a more positive answer? Right? Wrong. What he saw was not positive in the slightest but he was partly glad he did. He needed to, otherwise how could protect his love?

Logan was being held by the collar of his polo shirt, shoved against the wall of the alley. He had a pained expression present on his face alongside cut marks, scratches and bruises. His clothes were ruffled and torn, his tie was nowhere in sight and his glasses were wonky and cracked.

The man holding him up had a black and yellow colour schemed tux, even his hat that covered most of his face except for a insane, unreadable expression on his face. Around them were two other men both having similar tuxes except they had a different colour paired with the black. One held a wooden bat and the other had golden fist cuff. Super cliche stuff right?

"I DIDN'T ASK. GIVE HIM AND THE MONEY TO ME!" The man holding up Logan, who Patton assumed was the boss character, screamed at the intelligent college student. Logan groaned in pain as he shoved against wall, his eyes closing by instinct. When he opened his eyes, he smirked, seemly unafraid of whoever was holding him up.

"N-no, he is not yours and you don't deserve the money. You are a corrupt businessman and I sincerely hope we can prove your disgusting schemes to the police so we can put you and your pathetic gang behind bars." It was even more clear every word that this wasn't just a random mugging. These two had a history and Patton didn't like the implications of what it was like.

"You little bastard!" The boss's face contorted into pure rage, seemingly tightening his grip on Logan's neck who screamed silently in pain. It was obvious he was struggling to breath.
"Don't be smart with me! You can't prove a fucking thing! You just want to keep him to yourself!" Logan laughed briefly and humourlessly, obviously not taking this seriously anymore.

Had this really happened often enough for him to be used it enough to somehow find it funny. He made direct eye contact with man who filp the off switch on his life with new found confidence. "I-if I'm gree-greedy, than w-what ar-are you?" That did it. The man dropped Logan to the floor who struggled to regain his normal breathing, pulling a knife from his coat.

"I could kill you right now. It wouldn't hard. This is your last warning." He bent down to press the knife to Logan's neck who stayed completely still, obviously not having a death wish. Or maybe he did. "You won't, you're too much of a coward." That statement most likely didn't come out like Logan had hoped, his voice breathy and pausing in random places it shouldn't.

It still managed to have it's desired effects, further infuriating the man. "THAT'S IT!" He violently yanked Logan's arm and made a deep cut down it. He winced in pain as the two men who the author forgot to write for a couple paragraphs laughed as if it were all a sick joke.

Any normal person would of called the police but, if it wasn't already obvious, Patton was far from normal. This was his true love! If anyone was going to risk their life for Logan's safety, it would be Patton, not a random police officer.

He hadn't felt this much negativity since Patton's theory about Virgil's feelings for Logan was proved right. Shakily, the man took the Army Knife from his pocket, looking at it as he twirled it in his hand. His hand clenched around it. Logan was the only light in the darkness that was Patton's existance, his guide, his purpose. And this... disgusting man dares to try to put out that light.

He will pay. Oh yes, he will pay.

Patton took a big, loud stomp into the alley, making his presence known. All four of the men in the alley immediately looked at Patton, the gang with unrecognition clearly expressed on their faces. Logan recognized him immediately, nodding his head toward the exit to the alley. The man who was kneeling in front of Logan stood and walked into the shadows, partly hidden by them when he spoke.

"You shouldn't be in here, have you no sense of privacy? Get em, boys."

He completely disappeared from sight as the other two men walked toward Patton, readying their weapons. Patton gripped his own weapon and gulped slightly. He hadn't done anything like this since highschool. No backing down now. Logan attempted to stand to take Patton out the alley but his legs gave out, falling to his knees holding himself by his hands.

Following his instinct, Patton threw his pocket knife, aiming it at the closest guy's knee. He hit the bone, a cracking noise echoing off the concrete walls of the alley causing the man to stumble over and drop the wooden bat he held. He obviously wasn't excepting it as he gripped his knee. How professional. The second man was surprised at how fast he went down but bolted to attack Patton anyway.

He punched Patton violently square in the jaw, utilising the hard brass decorating his knuckles. Not excepting it, Patton fell onto his back, landing on something sharp which caused him to wince in pain. The man walked back to the other, bending over and ripping the knife from his knee. The man screamed in pain as blood began to pour out before fainting at the sight of it.

Patton watched and felt his own blood begin to fall from his chin, unable to get back on his feet. The man brought the knife to cut though his stomach but Patton narrowly escaped by rolling onto his tummy and attempted to stand. The man tried to hit Patton repeatedly while he rolled around, dodging the blade. Eventually Patton was growing tried of the constant movement.

When the man attempted to cut Patton again, he grabbed his wrist, stopping the motion. Before he could react, Patton took his pocket knife back. Patton slashed a deep wound into his chest, kicking him to the floor afterwards so he landed on the first man who in pain once more. Patton was panting like a dog as he cautiously stood. The two men were howling in pain, still holding their wounds.

Patton held his own open cuts and looked back at Logan who was leaning on the wall and applying pressure on the newest and deepest cut by a long shot in an attempt to stop the blood from pouring from his cheeks. Patton smiled awkwardly, placing the pocket knife back in his pocket and slowly walking toward Logan. He looked as if he was about to say something but...

A loud thud filled the area before Patton fell into Logan's lap, revealing the orginal man with the previously discarded bat over his shoulder. Logan lifted Patton's body up and shook him lightly, stopping and Patton ragdolled, unconscious. Of course he was, he got hit in the back of head with a bat. The man dropped the bat and pointed his finger at Logan as spoke to emphasize his point.

"I'll be back to collect my debt. Watch your back." The man walked out of the alley which surprised Logan. He really was an idiot, he could finish Logan off but willingly chose not to.
Logan cradled his unexpected and unconscious saviour, unsure of what to think. He sighed before standing up and picking up Patton bridal style and carrying him up to the college grounds once more.

Patton never did pick up his takeout.

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1499 words.

The word count annoys me.

The fight scene wasn't very descriptive however they will probably get better as I continue writing this book.

Seriously, if you can't handle the stuff mentioned in the warnings in the description of the book or darks theme it presents, please stop reading. I don't want you to be exposed to things you'd rather not be.

See you next chapter!