Disclaimer: Don't own Big Time Rush

AN: I'm so happy because my story "Big Time Brotherly Love" reached over 400 reviews today. Special thanks to GrimesWalsh and her sister for making that possible. They requested that I do an AU of that story. I thought about it before deciding "What the hell?" I pulled out old notes of things that didn't make it into the original and typed this first chapter up to see if others wanna see. Updates might be kinda slow for this due to other things going on.

Hope you enjoyed and remember to favorite, alert and review if you enjoyed it.

Update 6/24/13: This is a new version of the first chapter. After going back and looking, I realized it could've been a lot better.

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Kendall Knight was a tough guy. Nothing could be done to get him to break down. He took pride in that, loving that he was looked up to as a strong leader by everyone around him. That's what he wanted to do after all. He wanted to be the best leader he can be for his friends and family. He would do anything for them. Anything.

This guy knew that. He knew that Kendall was a tough guy who would do anything for those he loved and cared for. He was cleaning something metal in his hand while he stared at the many pictures of the blonde. They were scattered across his many desks, counters, and walls. They came from magazines and handheld cameras. He finished cleaning the piece of metal before carefully laying it across the one empty desk.

He rubbed his neck to get rid of the cramps while he carefully examined every picture that he had of Kendall Knight. He smiled each time he looked into the paper eyes of the leader of Big Time Rush. He's been following intel on the boy for many months now after he started his reign of crimes to try and satisfy his needs. No matter how many he took, no matter how many he had fun with, it just wasn't enough for him. He needed to get Kendall to come here. He had to.

But he couldn't just go up and take him. That'll cause too much of a panic for the media. Missing leader of a world famous boy band? He won't be able to catch a break with that. He needed to figure something else out that would allow him to get close to the blonde. He figured Kendall would be able to do what others could not before. Every time he took his play things, he left behind some activities for the family to complete so they could find him and have fun to. He couldn't take whole families at once. It wasn't possible. So he went for the weaker ones of the family and took them, leaving the stronger ones to catch up on their own.

But the question was who? He ransacked the stacks of pictures he had on one desk to try and find a certain few. He moved over the many he had of Kendall to get to the ones that had him and his family. Each picture had to have Kendall in it. No matter who was in the picture.

The first one was of Kendall and his blood family. They could easily be the ones that he wanted to take. His mother was a hot woman that could work well for his games and Kendall loved his sister so that would drive him forward. He looked into those green eyes he was obsessed with while he looked over to his mother and sister. It hurt and disgusted him that he couldn't be in the picture with Kendall. He deserved to be. He deserved to be with him.

The second one was one of Kendall and his bandmates. Now the question was if he wanted to risk taking one of the boys too. James would be too much work to take, as he was the biggest out of all of them and would make a scene if he were to be kidnapped. Carlos wouldn't shut up and would draw attention to him that he didn't want to deal with. Logan could work well. Small and scared of everything that came his way. If he were to tell him the right words, Logan could come willingly.

The man looked the two pictures side-by-side, running it in his head one more time to try and decide who could work well for the games that he had planned. He scratched off James automatically, not wanting the headache and Carlos joined that list when he realized what the boy could do if he were to go up to him. Making a final decision, he smirked to himself; holding the pictures close to his chest.

Jennifer and Katie Knight; along with Logan Mitchell were gonna be his next play things and Kendall, James and Carlos were gonna be the next ones to play the games of The Painter Killer.

The games had begun.

…

Kendall sneezed, startling his friends who were sitting next to him.

"You feeling okay, Kendall?" Logan asked in concern.

Kendall nodded. "Yeah. Just had a sneeze coming up." He assured. Logan nodded at his answer. He sighed at the sound coming from the TV. "Carlos?" he called for the boy's attention. "Can you please change the channel? This is really depressing." He gestured to the screen.

On the screen was a story of the latest attack of The Painter Killer, the most wanted killer in the country. This guy was the devil in human form officials said. This guy targeted women and little girls and on occasion, males, to use for his games. His games you may ask, they were too dark for them to want to talk about. All the guys could say without getting sick was that he assaulted them physically, mentally, and even sexually. His latest victims were a teenage girl, her mother, and her father. The brother that wasn't taken, along with the infant of the family, were the only ones that were left of their family. According to them, the killer sent detailed drawings, paintings, and photographs of his actions to them; hence his name "Painter Killer".

Carlos nodded, turning the screen off. "Sorry. Didn't know that was coming up."

Kendall smiled. "It's alright. It's just disgusting what this guy does. I don't like to hear about it." He admitted.

James nodded in agreement on the couch. "No one does. The only people that don't get sick by this are people like him." James glared in the direction of the TV. He hated this guy and he didn't even know him. Every time James heard of him, he had to control his urges to scream at the screen or at what ever was around. James was waiting for the day this guy was brought to jail for what he has done.

"A part of me wants to go and give my consents to that family." Carlos voiced his thoughts. He didn't like what the killer has done to all his victims. No subtle hints have been given as to why he chooses the people he does and why he does what he does. Carlos, growing up around cops and crime-solving, thought that it might just be because of the control he has over his victims. He never takes more then three people at a time, at least Carlos thought so. Maybe it has to do with the fact that handling three people was hard enough, but when they were being held against their will somewhere? Three was way more then enough.

Logan nodded in agreement. "If that was me, I know that I would want to as well." Logan's opinion on this guy was that there were some really sick people out there. Logan wanted to believe that there was someway this guy can be helped and restored to human levels. But he thought that about all criminals. People could be restored, but there were some that could be harder then others. Logan got sick every time he thought of the acts this guy committed. He knew a line for redemption could be crossed and this guy was getting there. Logan some times wondered if he was an idiot.

"Later. Now we have stuff to do." Kendall stood up from the couch. "Gustavo wants us to get ready for another day of boot camp."

James snickered. "Boot camp? Really, dude?"

"His work is torturous." He defended.

"Sometimes, but not all the time." Carlos said.

Logan laughed a little. "Kendall's just being his dramatic self again, everyone. Don't worry about it." He waved his hand.

Kendall pouted. "Shut up." He whined. He clearly heard his friends laughing behind him at his whining. He needed a way to calm himself though so no one saw how he was really feeling. He was angry over hearing about the killer again. That's all it's been for the past few months. Painter Killer, Painter Killer, Painter Killer. Kendall despised this guy and his disgusting acts. His range of victims was all in this part of L.A. What's to stop him from coming here and taking one of them? Kendall couldn't deal with the idea of one of them being in this guy's hands. He doubted it would happen, but he still felt the paranoia every time he heard the guy and his deeds. Kendall sometimes thought of him facing this guy and taking him down and making sure everyone stayed safe from him and no one else had to suffer.

Kendall would be wishing soon that he knew how to exactly face this guy.

He had no clue what fate had in store for him.

Carlos yawned as he stretched his arms over his head. "If I were to ask you guys to tell Gustavo I was sick, would you do it?" Carlos felt tried today and really didn't feel like going to do work for Gustavo. Like Kendall just said, his work could be torturous and Carlos didn't have the energy for his sessions that dragged on for hours upon hours.

"Nope," Logan responded with a shake of the head. "I don't feel like being yelled at for lying to him about you being sick just because you're lazy and don't want to do any work."

Carlos frowned, "It isn't like that…"

"It's totally like that." James snickered as he read what he had on his phone screen. The snickering stopped when he started to get into what he was reading.

"Whatcha reading there?" Kendall asked as he took a quick glance over James shoulder. Kendall frowned when he saw what James was looking at before the pretty boy so graciously decided to shove him away. "Why are you still looking up stuff that involves that sicko?"

James shrugged, "I really don't know. Maybe it's because I'm scared of what this guy is capable of and have this fear that we can easily be dragged into his game. Just because we're a boy band doesn't mean we're safe from him, especially since he tends to choose victims in this vicinity. Did you know that a couple months back, one of his victims was a girl that lived here?"

The remaining three boys did seem to remember the lack of presence of someone, but they thought that could mean anything. In L.A., when you moved or didn't arrive back to the Palm Woods, you either quit trying to be famous or already were. Never did the option of someone being kidnapped cross their mind.

Carlos stopped with his yawning. "Now I kinda want to not stay here." He fearfully thought of him being taken by this guy one day when he was sitting at home minding his own business.

"Thanks for scaring Carlos, James." Kendall sarcastically told the boy who was still glancing at his phone before shifting his attention to the scared helmet-loving boy that was hiding behind Logan. "Carlos, nothing is gonna happen to you."

"How do you know?" fear crept its way into Carlos' tone of voice, making his three friends turn and look at him pitifully. Carlos was not really scared of anything, so hearing him talk with fear laced in his voice made them all step back a step.

"Because I will never let anything happen to you or anyone else I care about. If I have to, I'll do what ever it takes to make sure that you guys stay safe. I'll go to the farthest corners of the earth to make sure that no pain is impinged onto you guys."

James and Logan smiled at Kendall's small speech while Carlos visibly relaxed and replenished his energy for the day just by his new gratefulness that he received from Kendall's words. Kendall smiled as the four of them started getting ready for the day's events. First work, then pay condolences to the family of the latest victims of the killer, and then go one for there.

The four of them didn't know that down in the lobby, a man with a box sat as he waited for the right time to strike and throw them on an adventure that'll test their morals, humanity, and friendship.

Big Time Rush was in for one hell of a ride.

End of Chapter 1 of Heavy Blood

This is the start to the AU. Already many things are different.

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Next Time: The Highway to Hell