I don't own BTR, I don't own "Valkyr" which is a fictional drug name used in Max Payne (yep, I'm not that creative). The flashback is kind of based on a scene from Max Payne too. But the plot is completely different. Max Payne the game; not the movie. the movie just sucks!
All characters from Big Time Rush will be featured.
Enjoy :)
She's beautiful…
Logan Mitchell thought she was beautiful. Absolutely captivating. She always left him breathless; even before she talked to him.
Not that he'd ever admit it.
He was sitting in a meeting with Nathaniel Roberts, the head of the Roberts crime family. Aside from Logan, only Nathaniel's wife and four brothers knew of his 'under the table' business as they were a huge part in it. Their unsuspecting children had no idea.
They were having a meeting, trying to improve the distribution and trafficking of the Valkyr, when Nate's daughter came in.
Camille.
God, he wished she wasn't a Roberts.
Then again, she's different. She's not Nathaniel. Nothing like him.
But what got a guy like Logan involved with a crime family, let alone one as powerful and dangerous as the Roberts? Well, he was doing his jobs as a part of the Drug Enforcement Administration.
For this to make any kind of sense, we need to go back two years in time.
Back to the night the pain started.
Two Years Earlier
Life was good for Logan Mitchell. A beautiful wife and a baby boy. He was successful in his job, making good money. The huge two-floor apartment he inherited from his dead father. And he was just twenty-six. The American Dream came true.
But dreams have a nasty habit of going bad when you're not looking.
He entered his house. It was almost 10 and he craved to just spend time with his wife and son, take a shower and sleep.
It was a long day at work, after all.
He was a detective in the LAPD; they were tracking a new drug, Valkyr that invaded the town of Los Angeles. It spread fast and they were trying to locate the dealers and whoever make it. They were also the only distributers; but they were smart. They never left tracks, nothing. He led a couple of drug busts but they were never dealers, just consumers.
Most of the consumers where under 21. Such a tragedy how teens and young adults would ruin their lives, just like that.
He shook his head slightly; he was home now. No more thinking of that. "Luce? I'm home!" Logan called as he walked into the two floors apartment. It was eerily quiet; nothing at all. He walked towards the living room.
The place was in disarray. The place was upside down. Something ugly was tattooed on the wall; it was a syringe going through a letter V.
Valkyr
"What the-" Logan was interrupted by a searing scream followed by a gunshot from the second floor. Making his way up the stairs, he unholstered his gun, a Desert Eagle, taking the steps two at a time. He ran into his son's, Liam, room that was joined to his own. He kicked the door open and-
He froze.
The room was a mess, baby Liam's crib was smashed, lying upside down. Blood was everywhere; on the ground, seeping from under the crib.
No. Nononononononono!
He ran to the smashed crib, pushing it out of the way frantically.
And tears sprang up to his eyes.
Lying there was Liam. He didn't recognize him though, he felt him. A bullet rested in the baby's forehead, bruises on every part on his tiny 3-month-old body.
Logan collected his baby in his arms and hugged him tightly.
Then it registered.
Where the fuck is Lucy?
Logan got up, Liam's bloody form still in his arms. He cocked the gun, removed the safety.
That's when he heard it.
A tiny whimper from his own room.
Then a slap.
Gunshot.
Nothing.
Lucy?
No, please! God, no!
Logan pushed open the door joining the two rooms.
And the shooting started.
There was a huge advantage for Logan. Apparently, the two men standing in HIS bedroom holding guns didn't even hear him coming in.
A bullet to the head for one, the other fell down with a bullet in his shoulder. The second man reached for the gun again causing Logan to shoot his knee cap.
"Don't even think about it." Logan said as he kept his gun trained on the man, who was moving around on the floor in pain. He walked towards the other side of the bed.
And he dropped his gun.
He didn't even care the man would retrieve his gun and shoot him; all he cared about was Lucy's dying form on the floor. Her breathing was ragged; fast and uneven.
Logan fished his cell phone out and called 911; not even seeing the man crawling towards his gun.
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