Disclaimer: Don't own Big Time Rush.
AN: So far we have Kendall's dad and Jo as guesses for The Painter Killer, keep em coming.
Here's the intro to James' possible partner, let me know if you like him.
Logan won't have his chapter until 7. Carlos is next and then we're gonna check in on Kendall again.
Chapter 4- James: The Wilsons
James was sitting in the chair by the computer at 2J, looking up any information he can on The Painter Killer. It was annoying because there wasn't anything new that had been updated from the past two weeks. He was scrolling through the little bio that the police had put together from past investigations.
"The killer is white, age not known due to face being covered up. Gender unknown, a clear picture not released. Only kills girls, aged between ten and thirteen, cuts the face, rearranging skin and leaving nasty scars with a picture of who they were before the killer starts work on them. Bodies are usually returned three to five days later, but it looks like the killer is taking a different approach as his latest victim has been missing for two weeks." James read out loud, sighing in defeat. He already knew all of this, having read about it in the paper a few weeks ago.
He powered the screen down, glancing at the notepad that he had by the desktop. Written in it were the names of the families of the other victims of the killer, each check marked off except one. The other families didn't want anything else to do with the killer, having already lost their daughter/sister/niece and couldn't do anything to get them back. At least one of the families was willing to talk, which gave him hope that he can find something.
He knows that the cops told him to not get involved, this matter best left handled to the authorities.
That made him laugh.
The so called 'authorities' couldn't find the killer before and even if the hostage now was the sister of a member of a famous music group, it didn't increase their chances of finding the son of a bitch.
He looked at the notepad again. The Wilsons, living at 1258 Madison Ave, which was roughly an hour drive from here. He had spoken to the brother, who agreed to talk to him about it, just asking that his parents didn't know as they wanted to bury the past with the killer behind.
The kid offered to meet him here at The Palm Woods as he was already gonna be in the area to run a few errands and could spare the time to come and talk to him, which made him happy.
He ripped the page out of the notepad and crumbled it up, putting it in his pocket for later use or to dump it so no one knew that he was getting involved.
He thought about how much this must be upsetting and hurting Kendall and Mama Knight. Kendall said that he loved his sister more then anything and would do anything to keep her safe. He hated the look of failure and pain on Kendall's face when he woke up and heard the horrible news that Katie had been kidnapped by the killer.
"What you up to James?" Carlos asked, appearing from the doorway, his phone in his hands.
James shrugged at his friend "Nothing much, just sitting here trying to see if I should change my hairstyle," he lied.
Carlos' fingers were moving across his screen, his face glued to his phone. He looked up after a second "Really? Your hair seems fine to me."
James smirked "To you, maybe. But to me, it has to be perfect and I don't think that this style is working out for me all that well. It's so last year,"
Carlos shrugged "Whatever you want to do with your hair is completely up to you." He said, moving to take a seat on the couch.
James narrowed his eyes at him "What's the matter with you? You seem a little out of it today," he asked. Carlos was never this quiet or reserved before about anything. He was usually active and going in any situation that came their way. Like once when Logan broke his arm, Carlos was always on the move helping the boy with anything that he needed. When James lost his voice, which was the worst week of his life, besides this of course, Carlos talked for him and voiced what he wanted to say. It was amusing to everyone to hear James stuff coming from the mouth of someone like Carlos.
But the time when Kendall's dad had left, saying that he, Katie and Mama Knight were holding him back and making him miserable, was the one where Carlos shined. He stayed by Kendall's side all the time for nearly six months, which is how long it took for Kendall to accept the fact that his dad was gone. He helped Kendall with what he needed, he played with him, kept him happy in anyway he could and that was when Kendall had declared Carlos as his best friend.
But now, Carlos was acting dead on the inside. He was absorbed in something by the way he was browsing through his phone; he was ignoring him and giving him out of character answers. Maybe the whole Katie getting kidnapped and Kendall nearly being killed affected him more then James knew, and it looked like Carlos wasn't in the mood to talk.
"I'll see you later then," James announced, Carlos once again shrugging, not glancing at James when he headed for the door.
When James was out and his footsteps were not heard anymore did Carlos put the phone to his ear.
"Papi?"
…
James was exiting the elevator and looked around the lobby for the kid that promised to talk to him. Funny how he had no idea how the kid looked and didn't even know his name for God's sake but he was looking out for him. It didn't matter anyway, he was famous; the kid would spot him and call out for him.
He took a seat in one of the chairs in the lobby and leaned back, keeping one of his eyes focused and on the lookout.
"James Diamond?" a voice called the same one he heard on the phone. He turned to see a seventeen year old standing there, his eyes holding a look of misery in them. His left hand was covered in bandages along with the majority of his arms. His white t-shirt was framed against his chest, with a little black smudge on the front. His blue jeans were covered in the same kind of smudge, but only on the side. His black sneakers were fine though.
James nodded at him "Yeah, Wilson?" he asked, feeling kinda embarrassed for not knowing his name.
Wilson nodded at him "Yeah, sorry for not telling you before. My parents were listening and would've noticed something if I was introducing myself to someone they didn't know. They're kinda protective since my sister was murdered," he explained, his face getting a lost look on them from the mention of his sister.
"I can understand that, sorry about your sister man. I know what you're going through," James apologized, his vision being flooded with images of Katie. Her smile, her young innocent look when she was confused about 'guy' things she overheard from Carlos, her mischievous look when she was ready to scam someone and look for opportunity.
He shook his head, he shouldn't be thinking about her like THAT. She was Kendall's sister and in a way, was his sister as well; it would be weird and awkward around her if he kept thinking about her like that.
If they found her anyway!
Wilson shook his hand in his face "Hey, James?"
James blinked and then sighed "Sorry, just thinking about…my sister," he apologized, his gut tightening when he said Katie was his sister.
"No need to apologize man, I was the same way when my sister was taken."
James smiled sadly "You don't seem all that hesitant to talk about it. I figured you wouldn't want to mention anything about your sister."
"Believe me; my chest is hurting right now. But, if you want any information on this killer," he took a deep breath "Then I'm happy to help."
James nodded "First things first, what's your name?" he asked.
"Frankie,"
"Well Frankie, first question I have is how your sister disappeared?"
"That actually can't be explained without another story." He said.
"Shoot," James encouraged.
"Alright, I was in a car accident six months back, falling in a coma for five afterwards."
"That sucks man," James said.
Frankie shrugged "After I woke up, I seemed to have got some sort of mental illness from the shock of the accident."
"Which is?"
"Can't say, sorry. I would feel awkward talking about it." Frankie apologized.
"Makes sense, I wouldn't want to talk about it either." James said, although he moved away a little bit.
Frankie saw this and laughed "Don't worry, its nothing really bad. Not like I'll lash out and kill you at any given moment. Anyway, I got 'blackouts' for a while, my conscious somewhat shutting down and my body moving on its own to wherever it wanted."
"Weird," James noted.
"Yep, long story short. I had a blackout when I was watching my sister and when I 'woke' up she was gone." He stopped to take a breather, his chest tightening and his throat choking.
James put a hand on his shoulder "Sorry man. If you want, next question is do you have any clues on who the killer can be?"
Frankie's eyes and face seemed to freeze, James noting to be a thinking/freaky kind of look. After a minute, he blinked "Kinda, the killer seems to like wearing dark clothing and has a build that is kinda similar to yours. From what I know, the killer is a dude, although I can be wrong."
"You saw him?"
"Once, although at the time I didn't know. It was kinda hard since he always wears dark sunglasses and wears a cap on his head. But I strongly think it's a guy."
James smiled "That eliminates lots of supposed suspects from the cops' lists. Next question, what did you do when your sister disappeared?"
Frankie's body tightened and he lowered his head to cover his face. James heard some mumbles but couldn't decipher any of them, his voice was too low.
Finally, he answered "Tried to find her, although I failed to do it and regret it everyday because I was an idiot and a bad brother."
James frowned "Don't think that, you tried your best."
"Trust me, if you knew then you would agree with me. I was too worried about myself and didn't think too much about my sister and now I regret it everyday and I wear these clothes to remind me how much of a failure I am."
"What happened?" James asked.
"If this case is anything like what happened with me and my sister, you'll find out soon enough." He noted, staring at his bandaged covered hand.
James noticed that he wanted to move on "Alright, what happened when your sister was found? It seems like the killer is doing something different and since your sister was the last…" he stopped himself from saying the word.
"Thanks for not saying the 'V' word." Frankie thanked with a smile.
"No prob. Since you were the last case, was there anything different about your sister's condition?"
"No, it was the same as the others, face all rearranged and a drawing of who she was before she was taken. She was such a beautiful girl and then the killer ruined it all!" he growled, clenching his right hand in rage.
James gave him a look of sympathy. He didn't want to think how much Frankie was hurting. Kendall was just as bad, maybe worse, and his sister was still alive. Who knows how bad he will be if she died.
James stood up "Thanks, that's all I have to ask you." He shook his hand, "Thank you for your time," he turned to walk.
"Where are you going?" Frankie asked.
"Back to my apartment," James answered.
"Are you going to try to find the killer?"
James nodded slowly "Yeah," he responded.
Frankie got on his knees, surprising James "Please let me help, I couldn't save my sister and I don't want you to feel the pain that I went through and am going through. I want this guy taken down and I want to help do it,"
"No offense man but this is now mine and my family's problem. You tried and now it's our turn," he apologized with a sad look.
Frankie glared "Fine, if you won't let me help," he looked to James' paper where he had been writing everything down. He snatched it before James can blink "Then I'm taking this. It's all or nothing!" he said.
James thought about what this kid was doing. He felt really guilty about what happened and about failing his sister. A part of his mind thought that looking at this kid was looking at Kendall's possible future, a sad guilt ridden kid with anger and sadness welling up inside for failing family. Kendall took family more serious then anyone he knew and if they failed, he would never be the same again.
Having a kid who already experienced this on their investigation squad could serve to help in the end.
He made his choice!
"You really are persistent aren't you?" James chuckled.
Frankie smiled sadly "I just want the guy who killed my sister locked up forever." He tugged the paper under his arm and held his hand out "Partners?"
James looked at the hand and smiled. Thinking about how much this can help their chances, he moved his hand forward and shook it.
"Partners."
End of Chapter 4 of Big Time Brotherly Love
Please don't get mad I gave James an OC partner. I really did run through all the remaining characters in my head and it didn't help or work out the plot in anyway. Plus, I don't think any of you want Katie to die, so having someone who went through this Painter Killer experience already would help their chances.
Did you like Frankie? Because if not, I can work out the plot so he gets taken out, although I have a kickass ending in mind for him and Kendall when they confront the killer. Yeah, they will meet the killer, I'm just not saying if Katie dies or not when they do.
Keep voting on the pairings and the guesses for the killer.
Next Time: Carlos: Investigator
