Hello Fanfiction readers! This is Flameheart2013 aka Lexiflight4evr here. I'm making my first story, based off Big Time Rush. It's for my English project, so I won't update a lot. Considering that and marching band and all that. I will take reviews and advice, since I'm a first time writer.
Flameheart2013: Carlos, tell them what we practiced
Carlos: Flameheart2013 does not own Big Time Rush or anything mentioned in the story except for Jazzmine Hope and Uncle Carl.
Flameheart2013: Yayz! I wuv you! *Hugs Carlos half way to death*
James: What about me?
Flameheart2013: QUIET, JAMEZ! The readers want to read
James: *quietly glares at her*
He kept running. He was running out of breath and out of time.
He threw the worthless red wristwatch into a puddle and ran behind a building, trying to catch his breath.
"You can't run forever, Carlos. You will end up just like your little friends." A voice growled.
Carlos remembered the bloody bodies of his murdered friends and girlfriend all too well.
He ran further until he found an abandoned tool shed, where he quietly snuck inside and heard the footsteps of his killer slowly fade away.
"What did I do?" He quietly asked himself as he fell asleep, dreaming about what happened only over the past 2 weeks.
I know it's short, but it's just an intro. Well, wish me luck!