Is it weird that as soon as I finished the first chapter, I went and started listening to "Beautiful Christmas" by BTR? Lol, I don't care. I'm so ready for Christmas!

Chapter two: We're in a Hole

James woke up slowly, his head killing him. Did I get hit by a bus? He thought. He went to put a hand to his head, but when he lifted it he felt something cold and heavy on it. What the…?

With great effort he opened his eyes, though it didn't help much. He was in a dark room, or what he assumed was a room. What the hell is going on?

Sitting up slowly, he looked around the room, his eyes adjusting to the dark light. He looked down at his right wrist to see a thick silver metal wrapping around his wrist. Pulling it closer to his face, he saw a chain hanging from it. Oh my god, I'm chained up!

That's when the memories hit him. Okay, not a bus, a semi. A semi drove by and then Logan- James' eyes widened and he immediantly started looking for the smaller boy. "Logan!" He yelled whispered, knowing that he shouldn't talk too loud. "Logan!"

He soon saw the outline of a body off to his left. He looked back down at the chain on his wrist, checking to see where it ended. The end of it was on the wall right behind him, and it looked to be in a large pile.

He started crawling slowly over to where the body, not wanting to make too much racket with the chain. The closer he got, the clearer the details of the body got. It was small and short-ish, with the back turned to him.

He finally reached it and gently pulled the body onto its back. He quickly put his hand on the neck, looking for a pulse, when he saw it was the familiar pale face of Logan. He sighed when he felt a strong and steady beat under his finger tips.

"Logan, buddy, wake up." James whispered, lightly tapping Logan on the cheek. He could feel cold sweat under his hand, but didn't really pay close attention to it. All that matter right then was that Logan woke up. "Come on dude, wake up. We're in some big time trouble and I need your mathematical mind."

Logan's eyes scrunched up for a second, and then blinked a few times. James had never been happier to see his brown eyes. "J-James? What's wrong? Ah!" Logan cried out in pain and brought a hand to his forehead, which momentarily puzzled James. His head had hurt too when he first woke up, but Logan looked like he was in pure agony.

But then James remembered Logan was sick.

"Just breath through it buddy, the extra pain should subside quickly." James said, running a hand through Logan's hair, the realization of what was happening slowly becoming clearer to him.

After a couple seconds, Logan's rough breathing slowed to normal. "W-where are we?" Logan asked, panic clear in his eyes.

"We're in a hole." James said seriously. The ground was rough, like cement, and the walls looked like they were also cement. The air was thick and damp, and the whole place was almost freezing cold. James believed they were in some sort of basement.

Logan, with James' help, slowly sat up into a sitting position. "How long have you been awake? Has anything happened?"

James shook his head. "I've only been up for about 5 minutes, and so far nothing has happened. I've been keeping quiet just to make sure nothing did." James did a quick scan of Logan's hands, and saw he too had been chained on his right hand.

Logan nodded and leaned his head against James shoulder. "I feel like crap James." Logan said, before breaking into a coughing fit.

James gently lifted his non-chained hand to Logan's forehead, feeling the heat against his hand. "Your cold couldn't have picked a worse time to happen." James mumbled. Logan nodded slightly.

After a couple more minutes, James felt Logan shaking. He figured it was he was just cold, until he felt something wet drip onto his hand. He looked down at Logan, the tears falling down his cheeks seeming to glitter in the dark room.

James shifted his position slightly, pulling Logan into a one armed hug with his left hand. "What's wrong Logan?"

Logan looked up at him, his brown eyes filled with tears. "We've been kidnapped James." He said; his voice pain-filled and broken.

James' stomach dropped. He had known it this whole time. But hearing it, hearing it made it real. They had been kidnapped.

Logan laid his head in James' chest, wrapping his free hand around him. "I'm scared James. I don't- I don't wanna die." Logan cried.

James gently brought his chained hand up and pulled Logan into a hug, trying to keep the chains out of the hug as much as possible. "I promise you Logan, you're not gonna die. I'll make damn sure of that."

Logan shook his head slightly. "I don't want you to get hurt either James. I don't wanna be in this situation!" Logan cried, breaking into a bad coughing fit.

"Logan," James said, gently rubbing his friend on the back as he coughed. "You're gonna have to calm down. Now, we're gonna get out of this I-" James wanted to say he promised, but he couldn't promise that, because until he found out what they were dealing with, he didn't know if they'd live or not. "I just know it."

Logan nodded, still coughing into James' chest.

James looked down at Logan, who was still lying against his chest. He didn't how much time had passed, but Logan had fallen back asleep a while ago. James knew he was really sick, and the last place he needed to be was trapped in a cold, damp basement. He wished that he could get Logan out of there.

And James quickly regretted the wish once it had a chance of coming true.

A sudden beam of light had filled the room they were in, conforming James suspicion that they were in a basement. The walls were a dark white color, with cracks almost in every corner. There was a small window on the wall, which provided a little light from outside, where James figured it was night. He could see the chains he and Logan were chained to were bolted onto the walls and appeared to be long enough to let them walk around the whole room. In the very far corner of the room was a small mattress with a pillow and comforter on it. Other than that there wasn't anything else in the room.

Other than James and Logan.

James watched in fear as a ladder was lowered from what appeared to be a trap door on the ceiling. The ceiling was way too high, even for James. So pretty much every chance of escape disappeared.

The ladder hit the ground with a loud crash, making Logan jump straight out of his arms and scan the room for what was going on. He stopped and stared at the ladder, his eyes wider than James had ever seen them. Logan backed up, trying to sink into the wall and disappear.

James pulled the scared, no terrified, Logan into his arms, wrapping his arms protectively around him. He was gonna try his damn best to try to protect him.

A man came down the ladder. He was tall, had a bit of muscled, and was wearing all black, from his shoes to the mask covering his face.

He jumped onto the ground and looked over at the two boys. James was glaring at him, his arms still wrapped tightly around Logan. Logan was staring at the man, tears rapidly falling from his eyes. You could easily tell he was shaking behind James' arms.

"Why hello boys." The man said, his voice deep, sending chills down both boys' backs. "Welcome to hell."

And BAM! How you guys liken it so far? I've never been so excited for a story, and I'm hoping I'll be able to update at least once a week. I still got my other story "Deaf" to work one, so it might be once every other week. Sorry about that, but with school and family and life it's hard to keep up with it. But I have a strong feeling I'll be able to keep up with this one!

Kendall and Carlos should join the story on chapter 4, if the story goes how I have planned.

Okay, so yep. I love all you guys who have reviewed, favorited, and subscribed! Like, I got my first review within 7 minutes of posting this story! You guys are amazing!

Next chapter: Let the Pain Begin