Chapter 7: Madness

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: October 2011

Word Count: 2,086 words

Authors Note: Gosh, you guys are the BEST! I would love to thank rosiedoll, Love and Peace Forever, IceRush, Rhett9, squoctobird, and Ano-nee-mus! I loved reading all of your reviews, and I would love to hear more of your theories! Many of you guys have like pieces to the puzzle! : ) Moreover, I'm sorry for not thanking you personally! I usually do so, but this week has been extraordinarily busy for me. Just know that I love each and every one of you.


Kendall wiped the brow of his head, as he panted. He had spent what seemed like hours, searching in every crevice and corner for clues or any hints as to where the trio could be, but there was nothing. No hints, clues, or signs anywhere. It was frustrating, and it only served to emphasize the fact that James and Carlos had also left him, like Logan had. Kendall was finally feeling what it truly meant to be alone. He was surrounded by darkness, despite the setting sun, and he needed the brightness of his friends to guide him through this horrible nightmare.

It was already seven in the evening in India, and Kendall was becoming frantic. ReaperToo had been frustratingly silent, and there were no clues as to where anyone was. Kendall tried to ask around, but the lack of pictures did not serve to help him in anyway possible. Instead, it only confused the passerby's, and made Kendall look odd. He was only grateful that no one recognized him as the one who slept with Logan, otherwise he would have to fear physical assaults.

Kendall continued to look, walking down the various alleys and darkened pathways, as he panted. There was nothing he could do. There was no way he could find anyone by himself. He needed James and Carlos. He was truly inept at being the leader. Like usual, he had let everyone down...


"I did what I was told," A voice stringently sobbed, as it attempted to regain control over its breathing. "Please..." The voice cried again.

"Please..." A second voice called out.

There was a cold, calculating laugh on the other line, as the two voices remain bounded by hand-cuffs. The owners of the voices struggled, but a group of robed men with masks of Scream held them bounded with their guns.

"Carlos...James...so sweet." The voice responded with a robotic auto-tuned voice. James cursed himself for a moment, as he actually believed that he would be able to identify who ReaperToo was.

"You would pretend to betray Kendall just to save him? But you forgot that without you two, he won't be able to find Katie, Geraldo, and Logan!" ReaperToo continued to comment, as Carlos whimpered. The situation was truly unfair. The boys were always put on the middle of a tightrope, and were expected to catch both ends without falling themselves. It was nearly impossible.

"P-Please! Just help him! Please! We followed your instructions!" James cried, as he nodded his head downward a bit, feeling a wave of dizziness spread across him. He had been sicker than usual, and while he may have thought that it was the air of India. Or at least he continued to convince himself so...

"How did you manage to not give Kendall any suspicions that you had received messages from me?" ReaperToo asked, amused. The phone line, which had been amplified so the boys could both hear the maniac, vibrated slightly.

Carlos immediately thought about how he had reacted when he first received the message...

"Where in," Carlos whispered in a dark monotone, "the place are they?" Carlos obviously mumbled over the debauched syllables of the location in India where Logan was reportedly kept. It was startling to Kendall to even think that their horrific adventure had gone from a prison cell to crossing over in India. Carlos checked his phone angrily, as if it had vibrated, and his face narrowed, as he seemed to be concentrating on the digits on the screen.

Carlos shook his head in shame, as he realized that he should have told Kendall. There would be no way that ReaperToo would have been able to tell. But fear was a potent tool on ReaperToo's side, and Carlos had been afraid of hurting his friend even further.

James pondered for a moment as he remembered when he got ReaperToo's message. It was another quaint rhyme, informing James that he was to betray Kendall and then report to a location where he would find Katie, Geraldo, and Logan safe. Unfortunately, James and Carlos had been fooled, and they had been kidnapped once they walked into the abandoned building.

"I know that," Carlos quickly snapped, prompting the other four members of the impromptu group to glance at Carlos worriedly. He quickly shut his phone, as James checked his phone as well, seemingly checking the time.

"Why are you doing this to us? What have we done to deserve such a horrible fate?" James exclaimed, far more dramatically than he intended to exclaim, but preferred not to change his extravagant emotion. If he was going to die, in the hole he had dug by his own greedy ambition, then he wanted answers.

"James," ReaperToo's cold voice reverberated through the electronic receiver, "you boys have sinned far more than any other group of friends have. You will pay for your crimes."

With those last cryptic words, the line was disconnected, and immediately, James and Carlos felt a wave of fatigue spread across their bodies, as the men in robes and masks injected a foreign substance into their arms, effectively knocking them out.


Kendall panted, as he felt his throat tighten with thirst. There was not only the physical thirst he had for a cold beverage of water, but the thirst to find his friends. He tried contacting Carlos and James, but their phones immediately went straight to voice mail, perhaps indicating that they had turned their phones off and were now unable to even be contacted by Kendall. Kendall was afraid something had happened to the two, but he had nothing to corroborate his fears. Moreover, he glanced at the time. He only had five minutes left!

"How am I supposed to do this...Where am I supposed to turn..." Kendall groaned, as he whimpered from the pain of the beating heat. People glanced at him curiously, but did nothing to help him. It was truly frustrating to be in a situation where escape was impossible.

Suddenly, Kendall's phone vibrated. Tiredly, Kendall pulled it out, and to no surprise, it was from an unknown number. Kendall wearily opened the message, and his eyes glanced at the message.

Turn left into the cleft. Kendall's eyes widened and immediately, upon turning left, Kendall found himself growing unconscious, the last thing on his mind a man in a robe, with a Scream mask.


"Is it true then?" A voice asked, as its respondent nodded. There was a terse silence between the individuals in the room.

"I cannot believe it." A different voice commented. The silence continued to stay into the room, until a buzz filled the air. There was a gasp, as suddenly, the same voice cried.

"First, blackmail, and then this? L-Look what happened!" Kelly cried, as she glanced at her phone. Gustavo and the agent glanced at her worriedly. They walked over to her phone, where a news video was currently on pause. Kelly hit the play button, and watched with horror as fire engulfed the building.

"This just in; Rocque Records, the famous studio known for producing generation after generation of boybands, detonated moments ago. Police are on the scene, investigating for any survivors and attempting to search for any additional explosives. Firemen have attempted to douse the flames, but the large colossal studio continues to burn."

Gustavo's legs quivered slightly, as he immediately sat on the chair, his eyes full of an impassive emotion. It was difficult for him to express any feeling.

"...Rocque Records was bombed, Gustavo." Kelly whispered, as the agent nodded a farewell to the duo as they were left in a confusion of tears and sorrow.


Jennifer Knight sat silently, attached to the wall, as she heard Brooke Diamonds coughing again, and sobbing. The inhabitants of the prison cell had yet to have uttered a breath to each other after a man in a robe and a Scream mask displayed to them the unconscious bodies of Kendall, James, and Carlos. At first, Jennifer Knight wanted to believe that it wasn't true; that they had body doubles and this was psychological torture, but she could not digest it. After having been a mother to these boys, she could tell fake from real, and knew that each boy was currently unconscious, in a dismal pit full of rodents and insects.

She gave a weary glance toward Brooke Diamonds, who had fallen asleep again. Lately, due to the adverse effects of her withdrawal from the medicine, Brooke had been resting frequently, and often wheezing a lot. It was frustrating to watch a close friend slowly become engulfed by a disease that could be treated—but unfortunately, the men who came in to watch the prisoners refused to give anything other than bread and water, but openly accepted the misery and pain in which each inhabitant found themselves.

Jennifer Knight gave a glance toward Mrs. Pena, who simply cried her way through the hours. She often mumbled sentences in Spanish, but said nothing to the others. Jennifer hardly slept but could continuously hear the Spanish jargon Mrs. Pena used when mumbling in her sleep, having corrosive nightmares.

Mr. Pena was perhaps the most curious of them all. He appeared as if he was in a forever state of shock and disappointment, as if he had procreated a sin so dark and devious that hell would be a reprieve for him. Jennifer had no idea where these thoughts had appeared from, but she continued to believe that they were somewhat true. Mr. Pena held a look of guilt on his face, which was an odd face to have in the faces of misery and desolation.

However, Jennifer slowly found herself reaching that stage of the night where she was no longer awake, but nowhere near the savior of sleep...


Kendall's eyes slowly opened, as he found himself on a damp floor, sprawled across the ground. Instantly, he awakened, and he found himself in a small and dark room, appearing to be in a basement of some old architectural structure. The design on the top of the walls indicated an Asian or Indian influence, which gave Kendall the satisfaction that he was not too far away, but instantly, upon looking at his time, he glanced at his phone and to his horror, the phone was cracked, with a message scrawled on the surface of it:

Too Late.

Kendall instantly brought his knees to his chest, and began to sob. He could no longer take it. He had failed, and his baby sister, nephew, and potential lover had all died a horrible death, because he was far too inept of a leader to save them.

"Why...What did I do wrong?" Kendall screamed into the echoing walls, however his question was heard by no one, as it reverberated back into his eardrums.

It was too late. Everyone was gone. Kendall could not take the guilt. He wished to find an object of any kind of sharpness and end it all. He had failed. It was not like any mistake he had made when he was younger—this one was permanent. ReaperToo had killed Katie Knight, Logan Mitchell, and Geraldo King. The look on his mother's face, on Logan's mother's face, and on Stephanie's face would kill Kendall, if he didn't kill himself right now. James and Carlos no longer wanted to be associated with him, and there were no other motives for living. He was truly desolate, and alone.


"W-Where am I?" A scared voice screamed out into the endless darkness, as a hooded figure simply gleamed. The owner of the voice squinted slightly, to read the markings on the wall beside the hooded figure.

Welcome to Hell.

It was written in a murky red liquid, and upon further inspection, there was a horrible, gut-wrenching scream as the corpse fell the floor, as if it was a recreational sandbag.

"I-I know you!" The voice sobbed in horror.


"You are so...so...beautiful." A sickly voice whispered into the air, as if expecting it to honor him as a response.

"Mhrshfsrhrhk!" A gagged voice cried out, as the owner of the voice struggled to be released from the metallic bonds. The body trembled in fear, as the man came closer and closer, holding a sharp scalpel in his hand.


"Hold my hand! This is like a game! Keep quiet, and they won't find us. If we win, we get to see food again!"