Hi peoplez! so this is my first btr story, and i'm really excited... sorry if people are a little ooc, i'm still gettin used to writing these characters =D
Disclaimer: If i owned btr, i would not be sitting at a beaten-up desk in a snackbox room writing fanfiction.. but i do not, therefore i am =(
Prologue
The pain in my arm is getting seriously worse. I know there's something I'm supposed to use to make it feel better, a bandage or tourniquet or sling or something, but my brain isn't really attached to the rest of me at the moment—figuratively speaking of course.
I turn my head a bit and see that Kendall is still curled up by the bedpost, asleep. He has a substantial pool of blood around his head and I can't help thinking that he shouldn't be sleeping. Like there's something bad about it.
James and Carlos are on my right, talking in hushed tones. I think Carlos is still hyperventilating. He's been doing that for a while, and I should probably tell him to stop because it can't be good for him. James seems relatively fine. He's trying to calm Carlos down. That's good.
Up on the lofted bed, Cyan continues playing her card game. She must either never win or just really love that game, because she's been playing it since I got here. Probably long before I got here actually. Cyan's lucky; she gets to stay up on the comfy bed. Granted, her ankle is chained to the post Kendall's sleeping around, and there's no way down except to jump, which wouldn't be smart because the chain isn't very long, but still—the bed is better than the tile floor.
I hear her humming a familiar tune, and that should be relaxing but it's not because Cyan is not allowed to be singing. I don't quite understand the reason for this rule (it was made before I got here), but I know very well the consequences of breaking it. I wish she would stop.
I hear the door to our little room slam open, so I turn my head. Geo is walking in. He has a gun. That can't be good. Cader runs in behind him. He looks worried, and that can't be good either.
"Don't do this, G. We can just let 'em go. They'll keep their mouths shut, right guys?" Cader looks to all of the captives for help. The only ones in any state to help him are probably James, who's busy, and Cyan, who doesn't care.
"No, I don't trust 'em. We're better off killin' 'em."
Killing. That's obviously what the gun is for, not just threats anymore.
As Geo aims and cocks the gun, and Cader grabs his arm, I think about how all of us got here. I guess it could be considered my fault.