Disclaimer: Don't own Big Time Rush

AN: Many people were interested to see if Kendall would crawl on through or turn back. You'll be glad to know that the answer is in this chapter. And some of you requested more Logan screen time. Again, you get that here too. Thanks to all of those that reviewed, favorited and alerted; it means a lot.

Enjoy.

Chapter 4- Shards Covered With Blood

Logan never knew he could hate someone as much as he did the people that he had met within these last three minutes.

After the Painter Killer goon, which is what Logan called him since he didn't even know the guy's name; not that he even wanted to know, dragged him off from the van towards the house they stopped by, Logan realized a lot about how much hatred can grow. After being pulled viciously through the front yard, which resulted in Logan's shoes getting torns in the bottom, he could hear what was going on inside of the building. Cries of pain, cries of desperation, and cries of reluctance were all that he heard. It wasn't Mama Knight or Katie, but Logan still couldn't stand the sound of those horrible cries. Once the goon opened the door, Logan was able to get a glance of what was going on inside; the sight in which made him want to haul and run.

Many variety of women, all shapes and sizes, were being held here against their will. How can Logan tell they were being held against their will? They were all crying and begging their respective captors to please allow them to leave, missing their families, friends, and every other loved ones in their life. Some of the guys here seemed to take pride in hearing the cries that these poor women were exhibiting, while others didn't take so kindly to it and either slapped or punched them, depending on how annoyed they were with the constant whining and begging.

When he was thrown into the house after hesitating to take another step into this disgusting tenth circle of hell; all eyes, both the victims and abusers, turned to him. Just by the way they were looking at him; Logan thought he would die right there from lack of oxygen. He felt so out of place around these people, and not just for the fact he was the only male here that wasn't one of the abusers; but because he was a kid. Sure he might almost be an adult, turning eighteen in just a few months, but he was still a kid according to the state. A kid that was now thrown from his abnormal life of hockey player-turned-pop-star to a kid kidnapped and caught in a serial killer's game. A game that Logan didn't want to know the rules to. But if he wanted any hope of getting out of here and finding Katie and Mrs. Knight, he would need to find a rulebook and read it very carefully.

Too bad that the rulebook for The Painter Killer's game wasn't available for purchase. Logan would have to observe and make up his own.

The abusers seemed to know why he was here and whom he was taken by, as they ignored him after looking at the goon that still had his hand tightly around Logan's upper-arm. The victims, the women Logan was feeling so bad for with each passing second, seemed to know why he was here too, as the ones who weren't either crying, begging, or getting assaulted on the expensive looking furniture, shot him looks of pity and apology, probably knowing what he was gonna endure and wishing that they could do more to warn him. If anyone should feel bad, it was Logan because when he figured out how to get out of here, he wouldn't be able to take these dozen women with him. But he would come back with the cops to set them free when he got the first chance to. Either that, or Kendall and the rest would find him first and set them all free along with him.

Being dragged again, Logan was pulled past the door at the opposite end of the hall, a flight of stairs going up and down waited for him on the other side. The goon here started pulling him up, Logan almost tripping over each step because of his lack of ability to move his own two feet at the moment. He could feel the blood in his upper-arm begin to stop going through, the grip that this guy had on him tightening with each moment. Logan wouldn't be surprised if there was a gigantic bruise on his arm when this guy let go.

Reaching another door, Logan stopped tripping and was back to being dragged by the helms of his feet as the goon brought him further into the house's second floor. Logan didn't know how many doors he was dragged passed, but it was a lot; roughly ten or fifteen on each side of the narrow path of the hallway. They were three floors in this house by the way Logan noticed the architecture of the building from the outside. If all floors had this many rooms on them, minus the first floor; which only had that one room with all of those poor women, how in the hell was he supposed to find Katie and Mrs. Knight? He wouldn't be able to check half of the rooms on one side before he was to get caught, and that was only if he was lucky. If he was gonna bust them out of here, he would need to learn exactly where they were being held before he made his escape plan. He couldn't afford any screw-ups, considering that he was going up against not just The Painter Killer, who alone was enough trouble, but at least another twelve or thirteen criminals to boot. One little mess-up or error in his plan, and then Logan will end up either dead or tortured worse than what he'll most likely endure while he came up with the plan.

By the way the news reports beforehand of the killer's activities sounded, the guy liked to torture his victims before he moved on to do other things to them. Logan didn't know exactly what kind of torture he'll have to face, not to mention just what Katie and Mrs. Knight might have to endure, but he'll stick it out to rescue them. Logan would take all the torture in the world to make sure they stayed safe. No longer could he stay the boy that was scared of everything and everyone. He would need to become a brave and courageous man that could take anything thrown at him.

He needed to become Kendall Knight 2.0.

Finally feeling his feet stop being dragged across the wooden floor, the goon, who hadn't said a word to Logan since he pulled him out of the van, reached into his pockets to search for the key to the room they stopped by, which is probably the thirteenth door on the right side. Logan needed to remember that. His arm was finally released from its death-grip; too which Logan found his hands rushing to clutch the skin that was ruined by this guy's iron grip. Like he guessed, there was a giant purple bruise plastered on his upper-arm, spreading over to his bicep. It would heal, Logan concluded after looking it over while this guy did his work to unlock his door. Could he run? Yes. Would he get far? Absolutely not. Logan had more disadvantages going for him than he did advantages; the sense being that he had no advantages that he could use. He didn't even know the building well, or at all for that matter. Just that small path he was dragged across from the van to this door. But even if he followed that path back, he would still be trapped by a dozen criminals. He couldn't win now. The best thing to do would be to learn his surroundings.

The first rule Logan learned was to never run when you had nowhere to go.

When this idiot finally found the right key to the door, Logan was grabbed around the shoulders by the goon and thrown into the room, the strength of the guy knocking Logan to the soft ground of his carpeted new prison. It wasn't even a room; just a prison cell in a house-shaped prison. Logan was awed by the fact that the room actually looked like a room. A nice queen-sized bed lay in the far corner of the room with two white pillows to match the sheets. A dresser lay next to the door he was tossed in by, most likely not having any clothes or anything in it. The same that could be said for the closet that was by the door in the far-back, which was opened to reveal a bathroom. The one window that Logan could see was barred shut, only faint glimmers of sunlight getting in from the small openings the bars gave. All in all, without the barred window, this place could pass off as a real room.

Which Logan was terrified about slightly. When you realize that you are being held prisoner in a nice house and given a nice room as your cell, you tend to think that there's some dark stuff lurking somewhere within these walls. Logan sat through enough horror movies with Carlos to know that when there's something that looks too good to be true, something always happened to remind you of the horror that you were witnessing.

While all those other times Logan watched, he was now taking action.

The goon hovered over Logan's tossed body, making Logan remember exactly how he ended up on the floor. He shouldn't take in how marveled and shocked he was on how the killer made the room-cell look like any other room, minus the barred windows of course. He should be putting up a brave façade to this guy, let him know that he wasn't to be messed with. But with the sick smirk the guy gave him, Logan found himself whimpering out a sound of fear.

So much for being Kendall Knight 2.0.

"I take it your impressed with the way the room looks?" he casually leaned against the doorframe, marveling at the sight himself; acting like he hadn't brought at least a few dozen people up here before. It made Logan think how people can just be okay with heinous acts like the ones these guys were doing? The poor women, all the victims of The Painter Killer, and now him and his family? Where was the line drawn for these guys?

If they even had one.

Logan placed pressure on his arms to use as leverage to get himself up off the ground, which sent a shot of pain into his arm that was bruised greatly. Some cold water would help with that. Thank God that there was a bathroom he can use. Wobbling slightly due to losing balance from his bruised arm, Logan pulled himself up after taking a second to recover from the sudden pain.

"Aren't you?" the guy asked again, this time sounding less patient and rational than he did before. Logan made a quick note that this guy lost patience quickly. If he didn't give an answer, he would find the bruise on his arm as just one of many on his body.

Rule Two of The Painter Killer Game Manuel was to answer on the first time you're spoken too. At least when it came to the 6'3 goon right here.

He cleared his throat, acting like that was the reason he didn't answer right away. "It's…interesting to say the least." He hoped his answer didn't land another bruise somewhere on his body. He almost sighed in relief when the guy nodded at him, which he kept inside due to it showing that he was feeling scared; which he couldn't show to anyone here.

"The Painter Killer wants his vic-guests to feel as comfortable as possible while he sets up the games that he likes to play with them." Logan could very well hear the laughter rolling off of this guy's tongue. He might as well have said that he was gonna be tortured and he should prepare so he didn't get killed right away.

"Mind if I ask what kind of games?" Logan asked, not knowing where that question came from. It was like his common sense was left inside of the black van he was hauled here in. Why would his brain make his mouth ask a question that he wouldn't get answered? And why one that might possibly end in Logan getting an ass-kicking? This just wasn't his day.

The goon, Logan was really starting to find the nickname atrocious, let loose that laughter he was trying to hide when he talked before. Logan didn't know where this guy's sanity laid at, but with a laugh like this one; you know you had to have psychological problems. Logan kinda preferred this guy when he was quiet and angry. At least then Logan didn't have to make conversation with him, which in turn got him crazy shit like this. At least Logan found a new nickname for him, Psycho-Laughing Jackass.

Psycho-Laughing Jackass coughed to clear his throat after his little giggle-fest there. He attempted to make himself look professional, well at least as professional as you can get in this guy's line of work; which consisted of a neutral face with your arms crossed at your chest.

He stared at Logan. "Are you athletic?" Logan was appalled by the sudden question. Remembering rule two, he nodded. "Smart?" Again, Logan nodded. "Brave?" Logan hesitated, but nodded anyway, needing to lie to keep his courageous image standing tall. "Risky?" he gave one last nod. Psycho-Laughing Jackass shrugged. "It still probably won't be enough." He answered in all honesty, making Logan stumble in place at the ridiculous answer. What the hell was this killer gonna do to him? More importantly, what was he gonna do to Katie and Mrs. Knight? Should he ask? Intelligence wise, the answer was no. But his heart told him yes. He needed to know where they were, even if he got another bruise in the process.

It's what Kendall would do.

"Where's Katie and Mrs. Knight?" his voice came out a lot stronger than he thought it would sound. He expected it to come out as nothing but a squeak, something that would make him out to be the coward that he was trying to keep inside. He actually sounded brave. He actually sounded like Kendall for a second. Logan had to hold back the grin that was just dying to find its way on his face, for if he let it out, the consequences would be bad for him.

Psycho-Laughing Jackass stared at Logan's brave stare, finding his question to be plausible. The kid had a right to know. It's not like he can get to them anyway. From what The Painter Killer said, Logan was the weakest out of all four of Big Time Rush, which was why he was chosen as the one out of the four to be kidnapped. He had nothing to worry about from him. "Being held in other rooms. Don't worry; they're alive if that's what you wanted to know. If they stay that way is completely up to you." He answered.

Logan could breathe easier knowing that they were alright. He didn't even care that the guy said that their living status would depend on him. He already knew that. He knew that he had to be the one to keep them alive until either Kendall found them or he made up an escape plan. As much as Logan believed it, he couldn't hold out for hope that Kendall would find them. No one found the killer yet. His identity was still unknown by all, apparently even Psycho-Laughing Jackass over here. Or maybe he did know and just wasn't telling in case Logan got the word out? Probably not, but Logan wouldn't get the guy to tell him the identity anyway. When and if Kendall found them, Logan still needed to try and escape on his own. Sitting around and waiting wouldn't work here, as much as he would love to. It wasn't like he was stuck here until someone found him; he had a time limit. He had roughly two weeks until his death, and he needed to make every second count for it.

"You start tomorrow."

Starting tomorrow apparently.

Psycho-Laughing Jackass turned his back to the brunette, offering no parting words for Logan, only the sound of the door closing on him. Logan finally managed to gasp out now that the fear of getting pummeled was gone. It wasn't wrong for him to feel scared when he was about to endure torture that ended up killing a dozen people. His arm bruise forgotten, he stumbled his way over to the bed, falling against the soft mattress with a delighted thud. He hated how this room showed prisoners a sense of normality. The room was just an illusion painted by The Painter Killer to get the victims off-guard before He struck and attacked them. Not Logan, though. His guard would remain up until he found the Knight women and got out of here.

Dragging himself up towards the inviting pillows, Logan rested his head on one of them; using the other one to cover his face. He didn't want to see this crappy illusion. He didn't want to see just how much things appeared to be normal. Any other predicament and Logan would think he was on vacation with the room he was resting in. He needed to keep reminding himself where he was, who was around, and what needed to be done. One slip-up, one mistake, and he would not only get himself killed, but Katie and Mrs. Knight too. Logan was sure if that happened, Kendall would kill him anyway.

Now that he wasn't being watched or bruised, he realized just how much he missed his friend. He missed his brothers, missed the way they would drag him into their crazy schemes and how much they got him riled up. He missed Camille, his loving girlfriend that he was pretty sure he was in love with. Never before has he felt this way about a girl in his life. It was hard to believe that only a few hours ago, everything was the way it should be, but now it was all ruined; all destroyed thanks to one asshole.

Kendall, James and Carlos are sure to see that their missing now. That their brother, sister and mother were taken by the most dangerous criminal in L.A. history. He could very well assume that Kendall was on a rampage, trampling everyone and everything he sees. James would probably be trying to calm Kendall down, or he would be rampaging with him. Carlos would most likely be crying or in denial. He never did like it when something bad happened to one of them. Now that Logan thought about it, Carlos could be there with James and Kendall in their rampage across the world. Those three were not something to be tampered with when one of their family was in danger. Like when they found out Logan was being bullied in the fourth-grade. Logan still laughed when he pictured his bully's face after James, Carlos and Kendall got to him.

Inhaling the fresh scent of the pillow covering his face, Logan rolled over to his side, the one that wasn't bruised, and tried to get some sleep. Because, according to Psycho-Laughing Jackass, Logan would be in for a long day tomorrow. The first out of two weeks.

Damn these next two weeks were gonna suck hard, big time.

…

James and Carlos stood in shock at Kendall's answer. Did they hear him right? Did the blonde just say what they thought he said?

He was gonna go!?

James and Carlos were appalled at his answer. Just how the hell can Kendall expect to crawl through a tunnel filled with glass and survive? What, did he think he would survive just because he was too stubborn to die? Newsflash Kendall, that wouldn't matter at all when you're bleeding out.

"Did you guys hear me? I said I'm going."

James shook his head. "I heard you the first time!" he stuck his head into the tunnel, only able to catch a glimpse of Kendall's foot from the small flicker of light the match was giving. "Are you nuts?" his voice echoed through the tunnel, sounding louder to Kendall than it should have.

Kendall held the match forward, capturing the sight of the broken glass with the dim glow. It was all one path as far as he could tell. The glass were as sharp as a razor edge blade, if the stab wound Kendall now had on his hand was any indication. Drops of blood were echoed as the piece of glass that stabbed him was now slowly being covered in his blood. Small, but deadly indeed. The tunnel didn't seem to go on for long, since another light can be faintly seen at the end as Kendall's match died out. Just a small crawl. Nothing too bad.

Kendall turned his head, only capturing the left side of James' head in his vision. "Not nuts. Just willing."

"Willing to what? Stab yourself to death?" James' voice roared. Kendall sighed, somewhat annoyed by James' behavior. He should've known that something bad would come of this. They were doing challenges given by a serial killer to get pieces to a photo where he was keeping his mother, sister and Logan. Dumb and bad stuff were sure to happen after they knew that. James couldn't honestly expect Kendall to back out when he was already halfway in the tunnel. Kendall never backed out from stuff, especially when he was already halfway done.

"I won't stab myself to death." He tried to ease James' fear and concern. That's all this was about. James was just scared about what might happen to him since he was in a tunnel filled with glass. Sure it would hurt, Kendall knew that; but he accepted it gladly. He always said in the past that he would do anything for his family. Why should this be any different? Just because he was being assigned a challenge by a serial killer? That gave Kendall more of a reason to do this.

James' voice wasn't the next one he heard, shockingly, it was Carlos; who had all but stayed quiet after Kendall gave his answer. Carlos was scared too, that much Kendall knew. They were just being overprotective of him since they already lost half of their family. They didn't want anything to happen that'll ruin what was left of them. "Kendall…I believe in you."

Carlos sounded so strong, so confident in Kendall, but also scared; which he had every right to be. Kendall couldn't see him, as James' big head and this tiny tunnel were preventing him from seeing more than half of James' face. Kendall might've not been able to see him, but he was sure Carlos was giving him one of those brave looks he had whenever he was dared to do something. Funny how four little words seemed to put James at peace, at least from what Kendall could see, since he backed out of the tunnel, his strong hand still holding the pipe open on the small chance Kendall wanted to leave.

"Close it," Kendall suddenly ordered, making James stick his head back in the tunnel to look at him in what appeared to be confusion. "You guys go around and try and find the other side of where this tunnel goes. Like I said before," he turned back to look at the broken glass path. "I'm going."

James seemed to hesitate before he nodded his head at his friend, backing up all so slowly. He stopped mid-way. He seemed to be thinking about saying something. He cleared his throat. "Kendall," said boy turned back. James gave him a nod. "I believe in you too." James backed out and closed the pipe, the sound of metal slamming against the surface beating against Kendall's head.

James looked at the pipe for a little bit longer, fighting off the urge he had to open it back up and try and convince Kendall to come back out. He turned to see Carlos staring back at him, both of them sharing the scared look they wanted to not show. It wasn't wrong that they were scared that Kendall would get hurt in there. That tunnel had broken glass for god's sake! But, they knew ultimately it was his choice. This was his challenge after all. His choice in whether or not he went through with it. Kendall would respect that when it was their turn.

Carlos placed a hand on James' shoulder, giving the taller boy a nod. "Kendall won't die in there." He assured both James and himself. Just the idea of Kendall somehow failing and dying in there was enough to send shivers up their spines. It was a risky move, crawling on sharp glass, but it was his choice to make. If he wanted to do anything other than crawl forward, he woulda turned back. They had to meet him on the other side. They had to be there when he came out of the tunnel, no doubtly with cuts to last a lifetime. They couldn't do that standing here and worrying about the possible failure. If something went wrong, they'll go in, crawl themselves and drag his stubborn ass out. One way or another, Kendall was making it out of a tunnel.

James nodded at the simple sentence, feeling like the small words were enough to get him to move from his spot in front of the pipe. James let Carlos guide him through the small damp room and back out into the outside world, the sun having gone down and the sky turning from blue to black. Wow, even the sky matched how James was feeling about the whole situation they were in. One moment everything was bright and cheery, like the blue sky, and then it all went to hell and died, like the black sky he was facing with now. James almost forgot that he had a gun in his backside. After Carlos made sure the door was staying open when they left, in case they needed to rush back in here, James reached back and pulled out the silver gun that the killer gave to Carlos, running his stiff fingers across the cold handle.

He kept wondering on the ride over here if he would have to use it. Why else would the killer assign not just one, but all three of them with guns? They were gonna have to use it at some point or else sending them would've been a waste of the killer's time. What would they use them for was what James kept thinking about. With each of them assigned five challenges and with each of them given a gun; there was a possibility that all three of them had a challenge that connected with the other two, hence why there was three guns. If only one of them would need it for a challenge, sending two more would be stupid.

But would he…would they, be able to use it when the time came? To simply use a weapon none of them used before and just strike something down…or someone. Would they have to kill someone at some point? James wouldn't put it past the killer to think of something like that. Kendall was crawling on glass right now as they spoke. That by itself was pretty messed up to think about. James aimlessly tossed the gun back and forth between his hands, not really thinking that it probably wasn't safe to do that.

It was only when Carlos touched him that James stopped what he was doing. Carlos was shaking his head at the confused boy. "That's not safe," he said, reaching out slowly to try and take it. "You can hurt yourself." His hands were close to the grip of the gun, but didn't get any closer; Carlos not being able to stand the sight of the weapon. Even with growing up with a dad as a cop, Carlos still didn't grow used to seeing a gun. For something so small, it can definitely cause some big problems. Carlos' hand hovered over the weapon before he pulled back, digging his hands in his pockets. "Just…stop tossing it, okay? You can hurt yourself."

James nodded, slowly placing the gun back in its previous spot behind his back, the uncomfortable feeling return as soon as his shirt started covering the small weapon. Carlos was right with what he said. James can't be playing around with a weapon like that. What if he accidently pulled the trigger and hurt, possibly killed, Carlos? He would never forgive himself for that, ever. Carlos would be seriously injured and just because he was an idiot and decided to mess around with no care for anyone around him. He really can be a selfish idiot sometimes.

"Let's try and find the other side of the tunnel." James suggested, remembering what Kendall said to do while he did his own thing. He almost let Kendall slip his mind while he thought about what they might have to do. If they couldn't get pass row one, they shouldn't be thinking about rows two-five. He hoped his friend was at least still breathing in there. Even if Kendall couldn't do the challenge, James would still go in there in a heartbeat to pull him out. He wouldn't hold it against him if he failed. It's not like they have to complete all the challenges, right? The killer sure as hell never mentioned anything about having to do them all.

Carlos nodded. "And if we can't?" he sounded frightened. Like if they couldn't find it then that would spell out the end for them.

James looked back to the open door, resisting every urge he had as a brother to run in there, open it up, find Kendall, and drag his stubborn kicking and screaming little ass back out. "We come back here and see if he's back. And if he's not there or out here, I'll go in and try and find him."

Carlos thought the idea was good, but he didn't like it that much. If something happened and Kendall was to die or fail the challenge, what made it so that James would come back out with him? Carlos knew he wouldn't be able to talk James out of it, knowing that the boy could be as stubborn as Kendall when he had to, or wanted to, be. He already lost Logan, didn't know a damn thing about Kendall's status and James was talking about going in there too. He would lose all three of his brothers in one day if that happened.

He nodded at James, not sure what else to do. "Yeah…alright, that's a good idea." His voice didn't support the words it spoke, Carlos having to force them out through his tight chest. He ignored James' look on him, the boy probably picking up on Carlos' lack of energy to get the voice he wanted out.

"Is it?" James asked him, circling his body back around to start walking and looking for possible exits for Kendall. James noticed Carlos hesitate to agree to his idea. His tone of voice pretty much spoke for itself. James didn't like the idea either, but it was all he could think of to do. If Kendall couldn't make it, but was still alive; James wanted to get in there and save him before he died in there, and if he was already dead, James needed to know. James' idea was one that he wasn't particularly looking forward to do, but sometimes that's just how it was. You gotta do what you gotta do.

Carlos sighed at his friend's response, staring at the opened door one last time before he followed after James. Carlos wanted to tell him no, but figured the conversation was better off stopping now before they completely drowned one another in the other's depression. Carlos only paid enough attention to watch where James was going and what he was doing, not caring about much else. He was mentally preparing himself in case if Kendall did fail because if Kendall failed, then he and James were both as good as dead. And Carlos might as well die too, since he can't imagine his life without them or Logan. He wouldn't be able to find Logan on his own, just no way. He wouldn't find him, Katie or Mama Knight. He would be the last survivor of 2J. Of Big Time Rush. If that happened, he might as well shoot himself with the gun the killer gave him.

They didn't say anything to each other for a good long while. James only looking around while Carlos stayed lost within his own thoughts. The two usually couldn't stop talking when they were around each other, always proclaiming some crazy scheme they were gonna unleash to the world. Now they felt like two strangers who didn't know what to say. They occasionally gave each other looks. Looks that said that they wanted to say something, but couldn't get the words out. What the hell was happening to them? Not just James and Carlos, but them as a unit. The unit known as Big Time Rush? Why the heck were they acting like if their friendship that took years to perfect was now nothing? They said time and time again growing up that they would never pull apart from each other for anything. Too bad that almost happened twice now.

James going to Hawk that one time, and now half of their family being taken. That was twice that their friendship was put to the test. They overcame one, why couldn't they do this one? Their younger selves would be ashamed of their adult counterparts. Carlos knew that he would if his eight-year old self could see him now. Carlos didn't like that they were being awkward now, and he was sure James and Kendall didn't like it either, but they were going through something bad; something too horrible for any child to understand.

Well, not all children. That three-year old they met today, Katelyn, Carlos thought her name was, seemed to understand to an extent that a bad man took away her mother, grandmother, grandfather, and aunt. She seemed to know how horrible being involved with the killer was, and she was basically just a baby. Carlos soon realized that he shouldn't be complaining about how hard it was for him and his friends when there was a three-year old girl, a newborn infant, and her nineteen year old father who lost basically everyone they cared about to this guy. Even if they couldn't finish all challenges but ended up surviving all of the ones they did, at least James, Kendall, and Carlos would still have each other. This family had no one.

Carlos remembered the father's words today. His words of saying how if they wanted to help, they would need to kill the guy who killed his family. Well, they now knew what he went through, having family taken away by this serial killer. Carlos now felt like he was right to get mad at them. They tried to play off the rage and hurt he was feeling by simply bringing some food. No amount of food would make Carlos feel better after this. Carlos' eyes snapped when he remembered something that the little girl said.

"Daddy tried to help them."

"He hurt his eye trying."

'Did that father go through what we're going through now with the challenges?' Carlos asked himself. There was a light at the end of this dark tunnel. He found it! He had to tell James and Kendall. They had a way ahead in the game.

He stiffened when James yelled out that he found something. His brain kicking in gear, Carlos ran after him where he had taken off to, stopping on sight when he caught up.

Kendall made it out…and he was holding a small piece of paper. He looked up long enough to smirk at them.

"One down…fourteen more to go."

…

The sound of James closing the pipe made Kendall jump in his spot, his hand almost falling back into the line of fire of the sharp glass. He could hear his breathing become fast and uneasy as he unleashed all his fear since he was finally alone. The path that he was given was scary as hell. If one shard of glass made him wanna cry out in pain, imagine how he'll feel if he crawls on the broken glass? The end result did not look pretty.

Thinking about why he was doing this, why he was gonna do something that he'll never forget, Kendall thought of the faces of those he was trying to save. This was just the start. If he couldn't do the first challenge, how would he be able to handle all the rest?

Kendall held the book of matches tightly in his hand, closing his eyes one last time to think. 'I love you, Mom…Katie…Logan. I'm coming.' And thus Kendall placed one arm forward, the feeling of multiple shards stabbing him making him wanna throw up from how bad he felt. Never in his life has he experienced so much pain before. The feeling he had in his arm was like someone taking pliers and slowly trying to pull his arm off while pouring lemon juice on his wound. God he could feel the shards inside his arm, messing around with his veins and bones. He wanted to cry, wanted to bawl out right there, but he had something to do.

He had people to save.

Wheezing and panting in pain, Kendall pulled his body forward, the glass ripping through his shirt and impaling his stomach and cutting his chest. Goddamn with only two pulls forward, Kendall wanted to turn around and get out of here. He hadn't even gotten close to starting and already he wanted it to end, wanted it to stop.

Pushing his leg against the floor of the tunnel, Kendall scraped his body across more sharp glass, his legs joining his other body parts in being stabbed by the broken sharp glass. Kendall could feel his ankles getting stabbed and his knees getting cut. His body was already on now. The hard part was over. All he had to do was move forward. Easier said then done.

Kendall lit a match, wanting to see how bad things were looking for him. Things did not look good on his arms. Large gashes were already made, blood slipping out and dripping against the glass. Bending his head down, he could see the rips and tares in his shirt, more streams of blood sipping through and onto the ground below him. Kendall couldn't see his legs, but assumed that they were bad as well.

Shaking the match to flare it out, Kendall started the crawl once again, having to bite his lip to stop himself from screaming out in pain and agony. He would rather take getting hit by a car over this. At least then it was over quick, this was long and painful, some kind of forbidden torture that they used in certain parts of the world. Coughing to hold the tears he saw brimming in his eyes, Kendall desperately hoped and prayed it was all over soon. That the next time he crawled, he would be outside and have the first piece that they need.

Kendall blinked away the tears and saw that he was almost out. A few more crawls and he was home free. Dragging himself those last final and painful crawls, Kendall fell out the pipe, landing on top of where he was taken. He was taken outside and was lying behind a gate. Kendall, his eyes being cleaned of the tears after he blinked them out, realized he was next to the first piece of the picture. His hands numb, he had to put a lot of effort in to getting it, his fingers curling around the first of many papers in victory. It was only when he laughed did he realize something was in his back. Using the hand that wasn't holding the paper, he felt one or two of the shards of glass stuck in his mid-back and shoulder.

Even when he passed, he still took a beating.

"Hey! Carlos, come look!" Kendall heard James call out for their Latino friend, his hearing starting to get fuzzy due to losing a lot of blood. James was looking at him in shock, his hands going to work to try and get the lock off. Kendall didn't even notice that it was there.

He looked up to smirk, "One down…fourteen more to go." He waved the paper and then promptly passed out, his fingers uncurling the paper as he did. But he did have a smile on his face. No doubt it was one of victory.

…

"Kendall!" James grabbed the lock and pulled at it, trying to get it off.

Carlos was staring in complete shock and pride. Kendall did it? Kendall beat the first challenge! He kept his promise and didn't die. Although he was gonna if he didn't get help before he lost too much blood. Carlos saw James do something that made him duck for cover.

James pulled out the gun and shot the lock off, the sound of the gun going off ringing loudly for all to hear.

"Way to be subtle, James." Carlos sarcastically praised his friend, his hands covering his head, the position his dad taught him if a gun were to go off.

"Kendall is lying there dying!" James pointed hysterically. "Who cares about being subtle?" James put the weapon back, his arms pulling the door open before going to work to putting Kendall on his back. "Get the paper!"

Carlos rushed to get the paper after scampering to stand up; surprised James can run faster than him while carrying Kendall on his back. They ran all the way to the BTR Mobile, where James took out the keys and started, driving what Carlos knew to be way above the speed limit. But Kendall was there unconscious and dying.

James had the right idea this time.

End of Chapter 4 of Heavy Blood

Damn, Kendall is a badass.

Logan is a brave man. His courage will be put to the test all throughout the story.

James is ready to do whatever, somewhat.

Carlos is thinking rationally.

Did you all enjoy? Place your bets on what might happen next and who you think the killer is?

Next chapter is all Kendall, James, and Carlos and the next is all Logan. Just a quick heads up.

Next Time: Late Night Visit