Chapter 2:

The bright snow glistens against the sun. You groan, arms feeling like rods of lead at your sides.

Suddenly, a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist and lift you up.

You let out a little whine of protest, but are ultimately too weak, and find yourself snuggling closer to the warmth.

Then, your eyes snap open.

Kendall.

"Kendall!"

The vise-like grip around your waist strengthens, and your legs are kicking and searing with a pain you can't recognize.

"Kendall!" Your throat burns and cracks from the strain.

"Kendall!"

You scream again and again, each time the slightest pressure applying to your breaking heart.

"Kend—"

Cold lips press against your ear, and you shiver. "Shut up and stay quiet."

The voice is unfamiliar and husky. You squint your eyes and strain to see past your crystallized eyelashes. "J-James?"

You get no reply because you are thrown against a car door. "Get in."

Without the support, you crumple like a puppet without strings. The snow digs into your swollen hands, the pain almost dizzying.

"Get up," the voice grunts, snow crunching under the feet approaching you.

With all the willpower you can muster, you lift yourself up. Your head pounds. "I'm up."

He nods. "Get in."

Swallowing thickly, you take a deep breath. Look around.

See the car.

Kendall.

Heart racing, legs pumping, feet sinking in the snow.

"Kendall!"

You clumsily make your way across the field and to the car, numb fingers fumbling for the handle.

You shut the door behind you, and feel the shared warmth begin to enclose you.

The heater was on.

They wanted him alive.

"Kendall... talk to me."

His bright eyes flutter open, and suddenly he's grinning at you. "Morning."

You can't help but smile back. "You're alive..."

He laughs, almost taunting. "What? And give up on my promise?"

"What promise?"

With his index finger, his tilts your chin so you stare into his emerald orbs. "I'm taking you to Hawaii."

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him in for a short, sweet kiss.

Suddenly hands latch around your waist and you're being dragged through the snow, kicking and screaming. Your fingers scrape against the snow and are becoming bloodied, leaving menacing trails of red.

You are gagged and tied up, thrown in the trunk.

"Sweet dreams."

Then he rips the gold chain from against your collarbone and smirks.

And then it was black.

(Logan's POV)

I ran a hand through my hair and sighed.

We had been looking for Kendall and (Y/N) for hours. The search had gone well into night, and the sun was now high up in the sky.

But James had all but given up.

He was pacing in the living room, phone at his ear. He growled lowly and tossed it on the couch, crossing his arms, muscles tensing.

"No luck?"

"Bastards think they'll hold it up until tomorrow. Afraid of a storm." He hissed.

I stood from the desk and groaned. They had been gone for an entire day, and postponing the helicopter search wasn't going to increase their chances of survival.

Dustin and Carlos came through the front door, shivering.

James scowled. "Let me guess. Storm."

Carlos nodded, standing by the fireplace, warming his fingers. "It's not looking to get any better."

James grabbed his jacket and opened the door.

Stepped outside.

"James," I started. "We're doing all we can."

His voice was low and almost inaudible. "We need to try harder."

Dustin emerged from the kitchen, mug of what was presumably coffee in his hands. "Try harder? We can't even go outside with this storm. And how are just the four of us supposed to find them? We need to wait for the helicopter."

"We might not have time to wait! They could be dead!" James screamed, face red.

I grabbed him by the shoulders and led him to the couch. "There's nothing we can do. We have to wait."

"Fuck it. I'm going out there." James stood, searching for his car keys.

"James—" Carlos started.

"Shut up, Carlos. Either you're coming or not."

We all stood silent.

"Yeah, because getting a little cold and uncomfortable is too much to risk in looking for our best friend and his fiancée." He looked at all of us while saying it, but it felt mostly directed at me.

"Don't go, James," I pleaded.

He looked at me in the eyes, expression softening.

Then the gaze was as hard as ever. "Sorry. Either I find them, or die trying."

Your head was still pounding.

It had been what seemed like half an hour, and you realized you were on a highway.

Your fingers still bled through the worn material of your gloves, dripping onto the cold metal of the car, providing some solace to let you know you were still alive.

The blood pumping through your veins hurt.

Your jaw was sore and heavy from being gagged.

You just wanted it all to end.

A sick feeling arose in your chest. Grimacing, you slowly slid down onto your back, facing the door of the trunk.

In one, quick motion you had kicked out the tail light, using the sharp edge of serrated glass to free yourself of the rope around your wrists.

You swallow, throat dry. It feels as though a ball of lead sits in your stomach.

The feeling is uncomfortable and unfamiliar. You want it to go away.

Sticking a hand through the hole of the tail light, you begin to wave.

You didn't even notice that the car had stopped.

Your wrist is snatched and twisted unnaturally. You bite against your gag and writhe in pain.

Voices are heard outside the car.

"Whatcha got today, Marty?"

You grimace as someone spits into the ground.

"I got a nice one. Beauty. Although she is a fighter..."

Whistles of approval fill the air.

"Although she won't be for long."

A/N: Wow... uh that wasn't really planned. But it.. Sort of happened, so... I hope you guys like it.

Read and review? Motivates me to write longer chapters! :)