Sorry I didn't post sooner. I've had a crazy week. Please R & R.

James P.o.v.

We walked slowly into the apartment and sat down on the couch. We are extremely lucky Ms. Knight and Katie are visiting family in Minnesota for the week. I don't know how we would have explained this to them. "I can't believe he's gone," Logan said shaking his head. 'I know, Logie. I don't know what we are going to do without him," I replied softly. Suddenly, Carlos jumped up off the couch. "We can't sit around and do nothing, we have to try to find him." I stood up. "He's right. Come on, Logan." "You guys go ahead. I'll stay here and try to figure out who would want to kidnap him." "Okay, but be careful, whoever took him might come after us too," I said cautiously. "Yes, I will be. But aren't I always?" "Touché," I said jokingly. "Let's go, Carlos." As we were heading down towards the lobby, I had a bad feeling about leaving Logan alone. Then again Logan was the smartest and most careful of all of us. I'm sure he'll be fine. When we reached the lobby, we walked straight over to Mr. Bitters' desk. "Hey, James, why are we over here?" Carlos asked. "We are looking into the Jennifer's murder. I have a feeling that both the murder and Kendal's kidnapping are connected," I stated. "Wow, I never thought of that. Nice one," he said. I rang the bell a few times and an angry looking Bitters stormed up to us from his office. "What do you want," he yelled at us. "We want to know what you know about the Jennifer's murder." I said immediately. "And why should I tell you two hockey heads?" He replied smugly. "You're right. You shouldn't. But, unless you want the rat incident posted all over the internet, you better tell us everything you know," I stated coyly. His smug expression changed to one that expressed fear. "Fine," he said quickly. "The murderer came in around 12:15 based on time of death, and left no finger prints or any kind of traceable identification on the body or crime scene. It seems that the door was pried open with a crowbar and the only evidence we found is a few footprints by the doorway and we are not even sure they were left by the killer. I swear that's all I know. Now please don't let that mishap out on the internet," he begged. "Very well. Have a good day," I said before I left. "What rat incident?" Carlos asked. "I honestly don't know. I took a chance," I said truthfully. "Nice, dude," Carlos said giving me a high-five. I walked over to the doorway to look at the footprints. It appears they came from the bottom of a pair of hiking boots that were covered with mud. But real help that does us. It was raining that night, so everyone's shoes would have been muddy. They could have belonged to anyone not necessarily the killer. Sigh. Back to square one. We need the super brain for this one.

Logan P.o.v.

I had my back to the door when I heard it creak open. "Oh, Carlos, James, you guys are back already," I asked surprised. No one responded. I turned around. The door was open, but no one was there. "Hey, this isn't funny. I'm getting kind of freaked out," I said slightly shaking. I heard a noise from the other room. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen drawer and went to investigate. I held it out in from of me as I walked into the bedroom Kendall and I shared. I looked around it was empty. I then saw what had made the noise. One of my books fell off the shelf. Nothing to be scared of. I set the knife down and picked up the book. I put it back where it belonged. Suddenly, the door for the room slammed shut. A figure in black was standing in front of me holding the knife I had set down. He lunged at me and I dodged quickly heading toward the door. I pulled it open and ran into the kitchen area. He was right behind me. I reached into the cabinet and grabbed a frying pan. I hit him with it, but it didn't seem to faze him. I threw it at him when he lunged at me again, but he easily avoided it. To get away from him I climbed over the counter, knocking the stack of papers onto the floor. I raced into the bathroom and locked the door. Finally safe, I thought. But I spoke to soon. I heard a thump then a small crack. Then another thump, but louder this time. Shit, I thought to myself. He's breaking down the door. I heard a loud crack and the door literally split in two. He came at me again with the knife and this time got me. I felt it slice through the flesh on my shoulder and then get pulled back out harshly. I gritted my teeth. The blood started to drip onto the floor. He then pulled my arms behind by back roughly, purposely ignoring the gash on my shoulder, and used the rope to bind my hands together. He then took a bandana and tied it around my mouth to make sure I didn't try to call for help. He pulled me out of the bathroom and left a note on the counter. He then forced me toward the window. He opened it and walked out onto the roof, pulling me along with him. He then started to climb down the side, leaving me temporarily alone. He jumped off the building and landed on the ground a few feet below. He then proceeded over to the white van parked toward the side of the Palm Woods. He opened the front door and climbed in. He drove up to the front, making sure no one was around, and parked directly below me. He walked out of the van and stared straight up at me. "Jump on top of the van," he yelled up at me. To be honest it wasn't more than a five foot jump but I still shook my head. He pulled a gun out of his pocket and pointed at me. "Jump or I'll shoot," he threatened. I didn't think twice. I jumped and landed hardly on the roof of the van. I wasn't hurt, well anymore than I already was, so that's a good thing. He then yanked me roughly off the van and opened the back of it. He pushed my backwards into it and shut the doors. It was pitch black. I couldn't see a thing. I couldn't even hear anything, except for the loud beating of my heart. Suddenly, I was thrown against the wall of the van. I guess we started moving. My shoulder burned and I could feel the blood still gushing out of the wound. All of a sudden, I started feeling faint. Must be from the loss of blood, I thought to myself. I was tossed to the other side of the van as he turned down a street. My head started to throb. I must have hit my head on the last turn. I felt something warm drip into my eye. Blood. I felt him slow to a stop as I started to lose consciousness. The last thing I remember was the back of the van being opened and him creeping towards me before I saw nothing but darkness.

James P.o.v.

We walked into 2J and were horrified. There were papers scattered everywhere and pots and pans on the floor. Carlos screamed. I ran over to him. The bathroom door was broken down and there was a puddle of blood on the floor. There were also small droplets of blood leading toward the counter then over to the window. I walked over to the counter and on it was a note. It read:

I see your brains are now gone too,

If you think you're hopeless it's true.

Here's a hint, just review these letters and press pause,

If you don't get this it's from your own cause.

I motioned Carlos over and showed it to him. His eyes opened wide and a few tears slipped down his cheeks. I looked at him and teardrops began to fall from my eyes as well. It was all my fault. I never should have left him alone. I should have known they were going to take him too. Suddenly, a single thought crossed my mind. Which one of us was next?

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I will try to update very soon. Have a blessed day.