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AN: I appreciate the positive feedback on FrankieXLucy, it means a lot to me. Only one more chapter left to vote for pairings so get to it if you haven't yet.
But you can keep on guessing on who the Painter Killer is until I reveal the identity in the story. Which mind you, won't be a while.
Carlos might surprise you here but, you'll understand why he did what he did.
Chapter 9- Carlos: Covered in Blood
Carlos had walked out of 2J looking at the screen of his phone, reading the text his dad had sent him a second ago.
"Son, come and meet me up at the front of the Palm Woods, we have a suspect for the killer."
Carlos read the text over and over again. A lead, they had a lead. A lead to the killer, the guy who kidnapped Katie and nearly killed Kendall.
He opened the door to the staircase and started to descend down the steps. He put his phone away and reached the lobby, scanning his eyes around for something. He was being paranoid now, thinking the killer was around and spying on them just to see their reactions to what's happening with Katie.
Carlos wouldn't be surprised if he actually was.
He sighed but felt his eyes blank out, the image of the lobby being replaced with the scene of what happened that day.
Carlos looked in the direction of where he knew the car was coming, trying to position his eyes to where he knew the driver was gonna be. He looked to see the car coming, but the image was coming through slower this time then it was last time.
He looked up, but couldn't get his eyes to stay on the driver. He caught a glimpse of green and then that was it for the driver. His eyes traveled down to the front of the vehicle, catching a small glimpse of the license plate, but the vision ended before he could get a good look at it.
Carlos was transported back to the lobby, not knowing how much time passed since he entered in the world of the past. He guessed maybe a few seconds as he saw the same bystanders he saw before he blacked out still in the same spot as they were before while some only moved up a few steps.
Carlos shook his head and continued to walk to the front of the Palm Woods to meet his dad. He saw people giving him a weird look; some were giving him looks of pity while others were giving him looks of confusion.
People's reactions to Katie's disappearance were seeable every time someone came into the Palm Woods. Carlos and the rest of the gang had each received some words of apologies and some words of encouragement that they will find Katie.
To bad they weren't farther from the truth.
Carlos wouldn't stop until Katie was dead, but he didn't have the most encouragement that they were gonna succeed. After not finding one clue back at the crime scene, Carlos' hope went down of finding Katie. If you couldn't find a clue at the main crime scene, your hopes of finding the main culprit are gonna go up in smoke.
Carlos bumped into someone, being pushed back from the sudden impact.
"Dude, what's the haps'?" Guitar Dude asked, glancing at the lost/thinking form of Carlos Garcia. Ever since Kendall was hospitalized, Guitar Dude has been keeping an eye on Big Time Rush to make sure that they didn't do something stupid in their time of grief. The distance that the rest of the band was putting toward the rest of the residence at the Palm Woods was scary. Especially since Big Time Rush had been trying to get the rest of the people here to notice them since they had first arrived here in L.A.
But it was understandable considering that their sister was taken away from them by a serial killer that was batshit insane and listed as the number one most wanted killer in L.A.
Carlos shrugged "Nothing much Guitar Dude, just about to spend some time with my dad," he answered.
Guitar Dude nodded "Awesome man, have fun with the dad." He said, Carlos nodding and walking past him toward the front of the building to see his dad.
Guitar Dude kept his eye on Carlos, waiting until another figure came in from the pool. His dark eyes were hidden by dark sunglasses, matching the dark sweater he was wearing to hide his appearance, or at least make it harder to identify him.
His dark jeans helped to keep the appearance mysterious as well as his dark black sneakers, the guy looking like a being straight from the darkness.
"So…did he say anything that can lead them to me?" the killer asked.
"Nah man, but he did have an off look in his eyes before." Guitar Dude explained.
The killer nodded "Alright, but, before I kill him, I got someone else that I need to eliminate before he makes things to easy for the others," he said, walking away after texting something on his phone. "This guy is tougher then I expected," the killer mumbled before leaving out the side entrance.
Guitar Dude looked to the back of the killer. Didn't anyone try and figure out how the killer knew where they were gonna go and where they were meeting up? No, well it was Guitar Dude.
He had told the guy where they were going and now the whole kidnapping of Katie Knight was happening and hurting the rest of BTR.
Guitar Dude let a smirk on his face cross as he turned and headed the opposite direction.
'Now BTR will feel it, now they will know failure.'
…
Carlos was now sitting in his dad's police cruiser, staring out the window as they kept a conversation going. Isn't it funny how father and son were talking about a killer instead of typical father and son stuff?
"This guy has the mind frame that could very well match that of the killer." Emanuel was explaining to Carlos, who kept staring out the window.
"Whatever works best I guess," Carlos answered back.
Emanuel narrowed his eyes at his son "You doing okay son?"
Carlos didn't say anything. He had been thinking really hard about telling the rest of the gang about his little visions that he had been having. He knew that the color green was involved, but until he knew exactly what the color meant, it was probably better if Carlos didn't say anything. Also, if he kept watching the flash, he might get the license plate ID and they can track the car down.
Carlos turned his head to his dad, nodding in response to his previous question. He turned back before his dad can answer. This was worrying his dad. If his son wouldn't tell him what was wrong, how can he try and make him better? The usually energetic Carlos Garcia was now nothing more then a quiet, traumatized boy who didn't know how to deal with what was happening around him.
Emanuel stopped at a red light, placing his palm on his son's shoulder. Carlos looked to him "Son, I don't know how you feel right now but if there's anything you want to tell me, just go and do it." He assured him. As a father, he hated to see his son so upset and hurt. All he wanted to do was find the killer and put his son's fear at ease, but that was gonna be a tough job and he needed his son's help to do it.
Carlos didn't know what to say. As he said before, he wanted to tell his dad what he was seeing but didn't want to get hopes up for them to fall down again. He simply nodded and pointed forward, motioning his dad to start driving again.
They reached the building where the suspect lived and got out, both walking side by side to each other. Carlos slowed his pace so his dad can open the door. He heard his dad ask the lady at the front where the guy lived. After getting the apartment number, Carlos followed his dad up the stairs. Carlos' heart was starting to pound harder, the thought of this guy actually being the killer crossing his mind for the first time since he left.
He knew that he would do whatever it took to stand tall against the guy in here, even if he had to do something drastic.
Emanuel knocked on the door once, twice, three times before the guy opened. The guy was light skinned, almost a foot taller then his dad and had dark black hair.
"Yeah?" he asked uneasily.
"Officer Emanuel Garcia. Are you Simon Rodriguez?" he asked.
"Yeah," Simon answered slowly.
"I like to ask you some questions if you don't mind," he asked, Carlos noticing the uneasy look in Simon's face getting bigger and more noticeable.
"Who's that kid?"
"I'm the one asking the questions here!" Emanuel barked, Carlos jumping at the sudden loud yell from his dad. It made sense; if this was the killer then Emanuel didn't want this guy paying any attention to his kid.
Simon led them in, Carlos noticing how dirty the place was.
"Where were you on May 16th, 3:00 PM, Saturday afternoon?"
"You expect me to remember where I was three weeks ago?" Simon asked.
"If you want to avoid more problems then yes," Emanuel answered.
Simon glared "I know what this is about, the kidnapping of the newest victim of the Painter Killer. Well I got news for you buddy, just because I was with one victim before she was killed doesn't mean that I know anything about the newer victims."
"So you were involved with him at one point?"
"NO, GODDAMN IT! I was just the last one to see the girl, she was walking in the street and then that was it. Just because I happened to be in the area at one point, doesn't mean it was me!"
"Well, isn't it convenient that you were in the area at the same time she disappeared and was taken?" Emanuel put on the, what Carlos called, 'I got you' face. "So, what other lies you got?"
Simon's glare intensified "So what, you gonna bring me in now?"
"If you tell me something now that proves your innocence then no, but since you're keeping quiet about it…I guess I'll have to take you in."
"You ever heard of 'Mad Ned'?"
Carlos nodded, moving for the first time since they got there "Yeah, isn't he some crazed guy who gets into a lot of fights and sells stolen cars?"
"Yep kid, the last car he sold was a Honda. I heard from my buddy that Ned was in contact with the guy at one point, he most likely knows who he is." Simon said.
"Wasn't that the car the killer used?" Carlos asked his dad.
"Yes it was, but to make sure you aren't lying we'll have to take you down with us." Emanuel said.
Simon grabbed his head in anger "I'M NOT LYING, WHY EVERYONE THINKS THAT?"
"Because when you were brought in before, you lied and said you weren't there. But, you were proven to be there when the seventh victim was taken. It's just precaution," Emanuel apologized.
Simon pulled out a gun, Emanuel reaching for his before Simon knocked it out of his hand.
"I can't let you take me in. I ain't going back to jail and none of you gonna make me!"
"You know who the guy is, don't you?"
"No I don't, but I guarantee you Mad Ned does, but you aren't gonna get that chance now copper!" Simon yelled, ready to pull the trigger.
BANG!
Carlos' eyes widened, as did Emanuel's. Simon fell to the ground, smoke coming from the pulled trigger of the gun.
Simon was dead.
Emanuel was shocked.
And Carlos was holding his dad's gun, smoke coming out.
"Daddy," Carlos whimpered, dropping the gun in shock. Carlos let loose the breakfast he had this morning from his stomach. He killed somebody, he killed a man.
"My boy," Emanuel whispered.
"Am I a bad person daddy?" Carlos asked crying tears that weren't gonna end anytime soon.
Emanuel pulled his boy into a hug "No your not son, no your not." He repeated to him as they left, off to a new lead at the cost of a man's life.
Was it worth it? Carlos didn't know.
And he didn't think he ever would know.
His hands were now stained with blood.
He felt that he was just as bad as the Painter Killer.
End of Chapter 9 of Big Time Brotherly Love
Carlos actually killed someone.
But he did it to protect his dad.
He's not the only one that'll kill someone in this story. I can guarantee that all BTR boys will have at least one kill under their belt, in some cases two, maybe more.
This is probably too early but, who's your favorite character so far? For me, it's a tie between Kendall and Frankie.
Your favorite scene so far? Probably the Bear Trial.
Favorite pairing so far? Kendall and Logan.
What are you looking forward too? A Frankie centered chapter.
You can answer those if you want.
I'll ask you this every ten or so chapters, even if this isn't chapter ten.
Next Time: Kendall: The Butterfly Trial
