Big Time Nightmare; Part Four
Kendall awake slowly, shivering from the sudden cold. "What the…?"
"Oh, glad you could join us." Logan called angrily. "Now where were you two hours ago?"
"We've been stuck here and we couldn't think of anything to possibly get us out, and you're usually the one who comes up with the plans!" Carlos added.
That's when Kendall realized something; his wrists were bound by metal cuffs and they were fastened to the wall by a metal chain. Carlos and Logan were both in the similar situation. "Well, I'm sorry. There could be plenty of reasons why I wasn't awake as soon as you."
"That's great and all, but could you just help us get out?" Logan asked, clearly annoyed.
Kendall jerked at the chains with all of his might, then quickly stopped.
"Don't do that!" Logan cut in. "We already tried."
Carlos hissed in pain, and suddenly the blood streaming down his wrists was clear to Kendall. "Yeah, and it really hurt…" he whined.
"I see you're all awake now…Perfect."
"...James? What do you want with us?" Logan growled.
"Oh, nothing, I was just dropping by." Kendall, Logan, and Carlos tensed as they heard the small click of a gun being cocked.
"Wait…" Kendall whispered, "I know how we can get out…"
"Then get us out." Logan whispered back.
"Hey James!" Kendall called, smirking. "Guess what!"
"Eh?" James tilted his head to one side in confusion.
"I broke your Lucky Comb while you were in the hospital and gave you a fake one to make you think you still had it!"
"You…WHAT?" Kendall was still glad that James was still him on the inside, otherwise his plan would've failed horribly.
"Yeah! You heard me! Your Lucky Comb's gone!"
"You….MONSTER!"
There was a loud bang as the gun was fired at Kendall, but the bullet didn't hit Kendall himself. He quickly moved out of the way, then pulled the chain that held his wrist down so it was in the line of fire, and the bullet managed to snap the chain. Kendall quickly freed himself of his other cuff with his now-free hand, then lunged at James, smacking the gun from his friend's hand.
James hit the ground hard on his back, wincing, then he grabbed for the gun that had skidded off a couple feet. Kendall growled and flung himself at the gun, quickly gripping it tightly and kicking James in the chest before jumping to his feet and shooting the chains that bound Logan and Carlos.
"Wait! Kendall! Look out!" Logan and Carlos shouted in unison, running towards Kendall.
Kendall whipped around, seconds before James was upon him. The gun slipped from Kendall's grasp, and just when things couldn't get worse; Carlos grabbed it.
"Carlos! Give me the gun!" Kendall yelled hastily, trying to throw James off of him. Kendall winced as James began to claw at his flesh, but he tried to ignore him and stare at the shaking Carlos.
James smirked, "No, Carlos! Give me the gun!"
"Wh…what? Arg! This is so confusing! I don't know which one to shoot!" Carlos cried out, pointing the gun at Kendall, then James, then back to Kendall.
"You don't even need to shoot! Just give it here!" Kendall growled, holding out his hand.
"Now, I can't have you getting that gun, now can I?" James hissed. Suddenly, Kendall's breath caught in his throat as James sunk his, apparently existent, fangs into the side of Kendall's neck.
"J-James…What are you-?" Kendall choked out, struggling against James.
"Boys, boys, calm down…"
James' head snapped up, and he slowly moved away from Kendall towards the direction the voice was coming from, "M-master…I'm sorry…" he muttered, voice heavy with regret.
"Don't be, my little pet, you did a fine job."
James let out a small snicker, one that was almost…creepy.
"What the hell do you want?" Kendall hissed, narrowing his eyes. He could barely make out a shadowy figure in the darkness next to James. He sort of…recognized it. And that voice. Kendall knew this figure from before, but he just couldn't place it.
"Oh, I want my revenge…"
Then, the answer smacked Kendall in the face like if James hit him with a hockey stick. "Wayne-Wayne?"
"That's right, Kendall." The lights slowly faded on, and Wayne-Wayne stood there. "Ever since I found out you and that Gustavo punk were trying to kick me out, I've been working on this little scheme of mine."
"How do you know?"
"You boys aren't very good at hiding things." Wayne-Wayne held up a small folder, then tossed it to the floor and it slid to Kendall's feet.
Kendall hesitantly picked up the folder and opened it, revealing the lyric sheets that, when put together, read;
Let's get rid of Wayne-Wayne.
"How'd you get these?" Logan asked, peering over Kendall's shoulder.
"Oh, I found them in the recycling bin behind Rocque Records." Wayne-Wayne hissed, glaring at Kendall, which caused James to let out a warning snarl at him.
"What did you do to our buddy?" Carlos shouted, looking at James worriedly.
"You like it? I've been working on this concoction ever since I found that note. I call it; The Possessor. I'm still working out the kinks, but it seams to be working perfectly on James over here." Wayne-Wayne smirked, patting James, who was crouched beside him, on the head, like some pet owner would their dog.
"James…?" Carlos slowly approached James, worry spread across his face, then fear as James let out a wicked hiss, and Carlos skittered away, hiding behind Logan and Kendall.
"Why?" Kendall growled.
"Because, I want to watch, you tear yourselves apart...James! Get them." And with that, Wayne-Wayne turned to leave.
"Yesss master…" James hissed, and in that instant, he had his eyes locked on the three boys that he once called "friends".