Author's Note: I'm back! Alright, so we see Logan first rush into action in this Chapter. Will he reach his friends on time? What will he do? Will he be able to save them by himself? Or will he have to wait for the emergency response teams to show up? Read to find out!

I tried to include a bit more sensory detail here, in this chapter, along with some more action, actual action, but writing both of those things proved to be rather difficult... Writing in detail and action is not my strong point, but I tried. Care to let me know how I did? Thanks!

With that, I hope that you enjoy!


No Means NO!

Chapter 3


Logan had tried to warn his friends beforehand, he really did try, but they had teasingly brushed his recommendations and warnings to the side, unknowingly digging themselves deeper and deeper into the grave.

And where were they now?

Submerged in the dangerous frozen pond water!


Logan stared, horrified, as his three best friends suddenly disappeared from his sight as they fell into the water…and then rose again, their heads bobbing above the water, arms flailing around rapidly, trying to find something to grab onto to get themselves out of there. The boys were taken by complete surprise, so much so that when their heads rose above the water's surface, they began panicking and struggling frantically in the icy waters, losing all sense of logical thought.

Sudden chills of goosebumps ran down the spine of his back, and he could feel his limbs shaking, but it wasn't from the freezing gusts of wind of the Minnesota air.

Logan was silently panicking, internally, and at a loss for what to do when the frantic cries of his friends reached his ears, and he jolted back to attention.

His friends were stuck struggling in the deadly waters! He had to do something! Quick!

Shaking his head out of his initial shock, shuddering, Logan bounced straight into action.

Reaching into his rough coat pocket, Logan scrambled wildly to grab his cellphone. Holding it tightly in his hand, he hastily dialed the numbers for 9-1-1, jabbing his fingers against the number pad. The phone was cool to the touch.

While his hands were busy with the phone, Logan's legs were already moving.

He ran. Dashing onto the ice, he sprinted towards his friends as fast as his legs could possibly carry him.

He sped past the grain-colored patches of dead grass, past the still park bench where his friends' gear was haphazardly strewn, past the gray cement sidewalk, past the withered pond cattails, and onto the ice.

He felt his blades crash onto and glide with the smooth surface below him.

It was in times like these that Logan was thankful for his incredible speed. Though the guys often teased him about it jokingly, he truly was the fastest skater on the hockey team, something for which he was extremely grateful for now.

Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes as he ran, from the sheer pain of being exposed to the blinding force of the wind as it crashed against his unprotected pupils. The wind crashed into his face violently as he ran, nearly blinding him as he desperately tried to keep his friends in sight.

He mentally pushed his pain to the side, and called out to his friends.

"Guys, hang on! I'm coming!"

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" The voice of the operator rang, crackling on the speakers of his phone.

"My three best friends just fell through the ice, and are struggling in the frozen water now!" Logan shouted anxiously, holding the phone up to his mouth as he ran.

"We're at Fowler's Pond, in the Stone Ridge community, about five minutes away from the high school. My friends just fell in, less than a minute ago; they're gonna need help to get out!"

"Alright sir, I'm sending several emergency response teams to your location as we speak. Help will be arriving shortly. It is essential that you stay off the ice, for your own safety. For medical purposes, can you tell me the ages of your friends?" The voice of the trained operator reached his frost-bitten ears, but Logan could not afford to respond to her question.

He had to be careful now; he had reached the thin ice, near the place where his friends had fallen through, and it was unpredictable.

Logan scrutinized the ice before him. Looking down at the ice in front of his feet, he could see the distinct contrast in color as white air bubbles were pushed around by the violently churning grey water underneath.

By now, he had come to an almost complete halt, and approached his friends extremely cautiously.

He ignored answering the operator's question in lieu of calling out to his friends.

"You guys! GUYS! You have to stop struggling! You'll only drown if you keep moving! So grab onto the edge of the ice closest to you, and hold on! Try to stay afloat! I'm coming your way!"

Upon hearing Logan's voice, Kendall, who was closest to Logan, frantically looked to his brunette-haired friend for help. The water had seeped into his winter clothes and it was weighing him down like a heavy iron anchor. He could barely move, much less force his body to stay afloat in the relentless water. Carlos and James were in the same situation.

At first he had trouble hearing Logan above the roar of the blood pounding in his brain, in addition to the splashes and cries of panic that Carlos and James were making, in their attempts to stay afloat. But Logan repeated what he said a second time, yelling instructions for him to grab onto the edge of the ice.

"Come on, guys! You have to grab onto the edge! JAMES! CARLOS! KENDALL! You need to stop struggling! Come on, I know you can hear me! You can do it! Just do as I say!"

This time, all three of them seemed to hear his voice, and in their frenzied struggling, were able to process what he was saying. They didn't stop struggling immediately, but tried to reach for an edge of ice closest to them, as Logan had commanded. They were too frightened and in a state of shock to respond.

From his vantage point, only several feet away from the sudden drop into the open water, Logan sighed in relief as he watched his friends listen to his commands. His eyes flitted around as he took in the surroundings and further examined the situation.

The hole in the ice was relatively large, and the occasional wave of dark water washed over the cracked edges of the ice as the boys swam around, trying to grab on to something solid. The water was dark black in contrast to the bright red Minnesota Wilds beanie on Kendall's head, along with the lighter fragments of ice that were floating in the water.

Carlos' helmet was already covered in frozen white water rivulets from when it had been submerged underwater, when Carlos first fell in. A testimony to how dangerously cold it truly was outside, considering that the drops of water must've frozen within mere seconds.

Once all three of them had managed to firmly grab onto the surface of the ice, Logan planned his next move.

The operator on the phone was carrying a tone of urgency in her voice, yelling through the speakers for Logan to stay away from the ice, was he still there, please respond.

Logan again ignored her cries in favor of dropping his phone to the ground. He didn't have any time to waste.

He couldn't feel his fingers, but that didn't stop him from unzipping his jacket and flinging it away, throwing it to the side in a crumpled mess.

Without his jacket on, Logan was more exposed to the elements, and shivered as he felt the wind send chills up his back. It whipped against the nape of his neck and the cold bit at his skin.

"Alright, come on, think! You can do this!" Logan thought to himself as he lowered himself down to the ground, crouching on the ice.

He ignored the groaning of ice as it cracked under the stress of his weight.

Getting on his hands and knees, Logan mustered up all his courage, and, with nerves of steel, cautiously crept forward on the ice, finally reaching the edge where James, Kendall, and Carlos were shivering violently in the water and holding on tightly to for dear life.

He crawled. Towards his friends. Towards the looming danger that was right in front of him.

The broken slabs of ice groaned and protested loudly as he crept along, and he could feel it shift as it gave underneath the weight of his hands and knees.

He felt pain in his bare hands as the rough surface and shards of ice mercilessly dug into his unprotected skin, which eventually faded away into nothing as he couldn't sense feeling in his hands anymore.

When he was one foot away from the person closest to him, Carlos, he tensed as he heard and felt the ice creak and moan ominously underneath his body, before it slanted down towards the water.

And that was when he first felt wet.


Ah, the suspense! Sorry if I'm being evil, leaving you on a cliffhanger! I'll try to have another chapter posted during the week!

Please feel free to leave a review, and tell me what you think! I'm genuinely curious to know. :)