Chapter 4: Cannibal
Title: Scream
Genre: Drama / Suspense
Rating: M
Summary: Sequel to Haunted. James, Kendall, and Carlos must find ReaperToo while racing against time to save their loved ones from an imminent nightmare. WARNING: Slash, Death, Cannibalism
Written: September 2011
Word Count: 2,382 words
Authors Note: Thanks so much guys for your amazing feedback and your really nice messages! They meant so much to me! Just to let you guys know, I plan on updating my stories weekly. Already, some of you have noticed that I update on Mondays or Thursdays—for the most part, that will continue to occur. I have sort of divided my stories, so that I work on some of them for Mondays, and some of them for Thursdays. But we'll see :) Anyways, I would like to thank the awesome A.R Brooks, the invigorating IceRush, the awesome ALilBitInsane, the legendary Lovin' Big Time Rush, the super sega385, and the beastly BigTimeRushBabe!
To Kendall's surprise, Gustavo pushed the boys into the back of the van, and with Kelly, began to speed through the streets. Although the boys were too shocked to say a word, they were grateful.
They were grateful that while ReaperToo had made the first move, using death and horror as an attack, the boys were able to counter Reaper's attack with an attack made from relationships and trust.
The war had just begun.
Logan, Katie, and Geraldo painstakingly trudged through a dirty field, their shoes caking mud. After Logan had made the call to Kelly, he and Geraldo threw the phone away and walked out, much to Katie's obvious delight. The portly pilot grinned cheekily at them, his grin seemingly contaminating the innocence surrounding Geraldo and the feminine daintiness around Katie. Logan held them both close, finding a new found courage within himself.
It was psychologically enthralling. Not that their situation was anything to be happy about, but Logan did inwardly feel grateful. He knew, that of the four men, he was naturally the weakest. He could hardly stand his own ground, and even his overpowering intellect neglected to aid him in the direst of times. He felt as if this journey that he was trusted to take would help him develop his own strength, and prove that he was not the weak Logan Mitchell that everyone assumed he was.
That is, of course, if the trio survived.
Logan pushed forward, as Katie's face scrunched up every time her shoes made a squishing noise against the moist ground. Geraldo was obviously getting sick of the obtrusive scent of cows, a lot of which were grazing against the grass. Logan was tired, but knew he had to press forward. The pilot was walking them through the field, his sweaty skin obviously frustrating him. Instead of making lewd remarks to Katie, and derogatory remarks to Logan and Geraldo, he now simply made disparaging insults toward the three of them, and his fate to 'be walking them in this cursed sun'.
One of the things that worried Logan, aside from being brutally murdered, tortured, and hurt, was that time was running out for all of them. Logan was still recovering from his stabbing, and his own scars did not help him at all. He knew, if he was forced to do enduring physical labor, he would rip open his stitches and bleed to death. Geraldo had obviously not been vaccinated, and would be susceptible to catching a plethora of diseases. Katie was obviously worn out, and she never seemed to be able to perform high magnitudes of physical labor, suggested through her lithe form.
"Where are we?" Logan asked, as he clumsily overstepped a napping calf. Logan wiped some sweat off of his forehead, as he glanced toward the panting Katie and Geraldo. The sun was not only cursing the pilot, but Logan, Katie, and Geraldo as well. Suddenly, the pilot panted, and pointed over to a city.
It was striking city; it held beautifully shaped buildings, and a pious river flows through it, like as if it was the life of the area. Logan stood captivated by the intricate architecture, and the breath-taking display of culture and life.
Had Logan not been on a seemingly one-way ticket to his doom, he would have taken more time to appreciate and understand the lifestyle he was viewing.
However, the pilot yelled for them to continue, and the trio continued to follow the pilot. Logan inwardly wondered what the pilot would do if they tried to hide, but he did not want to take any chances. He knew James, Carlos, and Kendall would have tried to run, or at least fight, but Logan knew he would lose. Moreover, the bulging socket for a pistol on the pilot's belt was nothing below frightening.
"We're in Banaras." The pilot complied in a gruff voice, his thick accent dropping into his vowels again. Logan gave a tired glance at Geraldo, expecting the boy to giggle at the accent. But the boy seemed dejected and oppressed, and it almost killed Logan to see the once bouncing boy so tired and weary.
Banaras. The city sounded familiar to Logan. However, he preferred the sciences and mathematics. Geography was not a weak subject for him, but he was not familiar with every city. To his surprise, Katie piped up, her brown eyes expressing fatigue.
"So we're in Uttar Pradesh, in the north?" Katie pondered, her voice heaved and forced. Logan cringed slightly as he heard her pronunciation of the region, but figured he could have not done any better. Speaking languages was not one of Logan's best ideals...
"Yes, it is." The pilot winked at Katie, who shuddered. Logan almost wanted to do a double-take, and wonder how the innocent and intelligent girl beside him had even been in the same bed as the promiscuous and daring James Diamond. Logan figured it was almost the same as how he was falling deeper and deeper in love with Kendall Knight, despite being far away from him. Every step Logan took was not only for Geraldo, Katie, James, and Carlos, but it was especially for Kendall. Logan found himself missing Kendall greatly, and strikingly, he found that the only thing he wanted right now, aside from cool water, was to be embraced by Kendall and consoled by Kendall.
"So this is the Holy Ganges River, right?" Katie inquisitively asked. The pilot nodded again, except in this occasion, his nod became less lively and more suspicious. Even Logan was curious as to what Katie was thinking. Logan was, truthfully, concerned as to why they were taken to a holy city in India, but the water was tempting him. Logan was so thirsty...
"May we get some water?" Logan immediately pounced on the silence, and surprised the pilot. The pilot stroked his chin for a moment, as he ceased his movements, and nodded. He then called over to a thin boy and said a few foreign words, and before long, the boy returned with four water bottles.
"Enjoy this water, as it may be your last." The pilot winked, as he chugged down his bottle. Katie and Logan stared at each other worriedly, as Geraldo gratefully sipped down his bottle. However, Katie and Logan continued to drink their water, appreciating the cold refreshing beverage.
"Why can't you tell us why we're here?" Logan asked, as the pilot smiled at Logan. Logan suddenly felt very uncomfortable and unnerved by the look given by the pilot, as he glanced at the three of them.
"I know why you're here." The pilot grinned widely again, as Logan began to feel unnerved. The lecherous manner in which the pilot was staring at Logan made him feel as if he was being eaten alive by the pilot.
After several more moments, the pilot commanded the trio to follow him. Logan, annoyed that he was being asked to follow the path to his death, decided to rebel. After drinking the water and quenching his thirst, felt confident.
"No." Logan simply stated, standing in front of Katie and Geraldo. The pilot turned around, and told Logan to follow him or else.
"I told you: No." Logan stood resolute. The pilot shook his head. He then pulled out his pistol, and held it straight against Logan's forehead. Logan's eyes widened, as his knees began to shake. He was never used to this kind of pressure—only Kendall could have withstood the enormous pressure that was inhabiting the group at this moment.
"He'll come along!" Katie pleaded, grabbing Logan's arm, and dragging him, motioning for Geraldo to come along. Before long, the group found themselves in front of a murky building, that resembled a dark cathedral. Geraldo seemed to tired to notice, but Katie and Logan gave each other another weary and frightened glance, before walking inside the building.
"Very good Indra, you have met my expectations well." A cold voice suddenly spoke from the darkness. Logan, Katie, and Geraldo looked up from inside the darkened building to see a silhouette cowering over them. Suddenly, shuffling was heard, and robed figures carried candles, lighting the various lamps across the room. Once illuminated, Logan noticed the eerily structured statues of deities and the oddly tinted portraits.
A figure stepped into the dim light, his face weary with age but tight with wisdom. His eyes scanned the trio with antipathy, as he shook his head. His long white tresses indicated a large sum of his years, but his muscular and bony fingers also indicated physical fitness.
"Hello Logan, Katie, and Master Geraldo," The tall man spoke coldly, as everyone, including the pilot, bowed. "I am Kalidasa Chiranjeevi, the head priest of the Aghori people in Banaras, India." The man adorned himself in a dull orange robe, while his bare chest was visible from a distance. His robe primarily covered his bottom area, leaving his torso and arms covered with a shawl.
"H-How do you know our names? A-And why are we here? What did R-Reaper tell you t-to do?" Logan stuttered in utmost fear. He was incredibly afraid of the situation at hand, and from Katie's tight grasp on his hand, Logan could tell that she was as well. Geraldo was gazing at some of the portraits, as if they were his worst nightmare embodied in a picture.
Kalidasa chuckled deeply, his laughter booming in the closed boundaries of the temple.
"All I am aware of is that we purchased enough meat to feed us for the weekend." Kalidasa licked his lips, as Logan began to blanch. His eyes widened as he began to slowly understand what had transpired...
"Can your stupid jet move any faster?" Kendall yelled, as Gustavo glared at the angry man. He shook his head, and sighed.
"Dog, this jet is moving at four-hundred and fifty miles per hour. We are moving PRETTY FAST." Gustavo bellowed, as Kendall fumed, and tucked in his arms. He was beginning to get anxious, and especially worried. James and Carlos had taken the liberty of updating Gustavo and Kelly of ReaperToo and everything they had faced so far. Kelly had given a gauze of sympathy, while Gustavo shook his head.
"I bet you Hawk is behind this," Gustavo suddenly barked, as Kelly shook her head, tucking back several strands of hair.
"Hawk has been out of business for years now Gustavo, and besides, I don't think even he would be psychotic enough to do all of this." Kelly contested, as Gustavo grumbled. James and Carlos watched the banter between their previous producer and his assistant with a feeling of nostalgia.
Suddenly, Carlos's phone vibrated, and it seemed like time had stopped as he pulled out his phone hesitantly to see the impending text message in his inbox. James, Kendall, Kelly, and Gustavo loomed over Carlos, curious to see his phone.
"To save Logan, Katie, and Geraldo, you are on a flight. While this happens, I have the Pena's, Brooke Diamonds, and Mama Knight. If you dare go to Banaras, India to save them, then consider yourselves alone. For, not only will I kill them, but to the world all of your dirty secrets will be shown."
Carlos dropped his phone, after he read the text message aloud. Kendall clenched his fists angrily, as James looked devastated. Kelly gave the boys a worried glance, while Gustavo looked out of the window, afraid to show any emotions.
"ReaperToo is a bitch!" James exclaimed angrily, turning the attention on the plane to him. Four pairs of eyes glanced at James, as he continued to huff and fix his hair. "They told us exactly where we can find Logan, Katie, and Geraldo, but they also threatened us not to go there. It's like, no matter what we do, ReaperToo will fucking win." James swore, kicking a seat in the process. He sat down angrily, warm tears cascading down his face. He was beyond frustrated, and Kendall felt terrible. Kendall was the leader, and he should have been trying to keep everyone together, but it was not working. Carlos was still depressed, and James was continuously beating himself down for causing everything, although Kendall had attempted to convince him otherwise.
However, Kendall knew that the situation was looking dire. ReaperToo had them in a checkmate. No matter what move they made, ReaperToo caught them in a web of pain. If they rescued Logan, Katie, and Geraldo, they could potentially lose Mrs. Knight, Mrs. Pena, Mr. Pena, and Mrs. Diamonds. Moreover, they could also lose their dignity and self-respect.
Kendall could hardly fathom how the world would react upon knowing that Kendall had molested Logan in his sleep; or that James had impregnated Kendall's little sister and had agreed to her abortion; or that Carlos continued to wet the bed; or that Logan had slept with his assistant producer.
Moreover, those were not the only secrets guarded to the boys. How would the world react if they knew that Carlos had a son? How would the world react if they knew James continued to smoke? How would the world react if they knew Kendall had been a struggling alcoholic? How would they react if they found out that Kendall was in love with Logan? How would the world react if they discovered that Logan was a kleptomaniac, and he cut himself? The world may have loved the boys as Big Time Rush, but would they understand their own vices?
It made Kendall feel apprehensive, as Gustavo peered at the boys, awaiting their decision. Would they continue to India, to find their loved ones? Or save their other loved ones and their fans?
However, Kendall, upon seeing Carlos broken, and James destroyed, knew he had to take charge. He took a deep sigh, and prayed that he was making the right choice.
"We're going to India." Kendall announced, as four pairs of eyes glanced at him. Kendall gulped uneasily, as he inwardly wondered if he had made the right choice.
Only time would tell, but for now, Kendall had moved his knight, and was awaiting for ReaperToo to make their next move...