Alright, well... sadly this one is shorter because even though I tried to make it go as far as it could go but this is as long as I could make it, sadly): And again, I apologize the largest amount of times that you can think of, and then have it to the power of itself times two. If that make any sense whatsoever. So, now that that is over and done with, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU (times the same number as before:D) to everybody who reviewed and added this story and/or me in alerts/favorites! You guys make my days happier! So, please read and tell me what you think(: Hope you like!
Disclaimer: We've gone over this before. I DO NOT OWN THIS TV SHOW. sheesh.
When Logan woke up, he couldn't see anything, nor could he hear. The room was completely silent and pitch black; the only reason he could even tell he was alive in the first place was the never-ending pain throughout his entire body, though especially where the bullet had hit him.
The floor he was lying on was cool, damp and hard. His brain computed slowly as he tried to think of where he could be. A basement, maybe, or a warehouse. But there were probably hundreds or thousands of each in LA, so that didn't narrow it down at all.
Using his good arm, Logan struggled to push himself up into a sitting position. He took a deep breath, then pulled himself to his feet using the help of the wall. He leaned heavily against it as dizziness hit him and he almost pitched forward to the floor again.
Once it had passed, he walked along the wall and ran his hand against it, feeling for a light switch of some sort. After what seemed like hours of wandering, he finally found one. He fumbled to flip it up, and when the room was bathed in the florescent light, he inhaled sharply.
He knew exactly where he was.
Linda looked at the digital clock for what seemed like the millionth time. The little red numbers never seemed to get bigger, no matter how many times she looked at them. It seemed like it had been 7:19 for four hours.
It had been almost exactly seventeen hours since Carlos, James and Kendal had called in near hysterics to tell her that her worst nightmare had come true. And each second that it didn't end, her heart broke into another piece.
The brunette sighed, hugging her arms around herself. Every single part of her wanted to be in her car searching, or in the Police Department giving whatever information that she could to track down Derek and save Logan. But the logical part of her knew that driving around wouldn't help anything, and the police had forced her home hours ago to 'try and get some rest' even though she was sure that they were aware that she would get none.
She ran her hand through her hair, and glanced at the phone beside her, willing it to ring with news toward finding her son. She refused to lose hope, no matter what.
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"What are we going to do?" Carlos whispered to Kendal and James, who were also sitting on Logan's bed. None of them had been able to sleep that night, so they had all been in the same position since they had arrived back at the Palm Woods. Not word had been said since until Carlos broke the silence.
The two other boys looked up at their friend, their eyes holding worry, pain and guilt as they thought about everything that had happened, each of them caught up in what they might have, could have done.
"I don't know." Kendal whispered back the words that very rarely left his mouth when the boys needed a plan. He always, always had one. But this time, it all seemed hopeless. All night, he had been racking his brain for anything that might give them a clue as to where Logan was. But the fact that Logan never told them a thing about his life before he moved to Minnesota left him dry.
James glanced at Kendal in surprise, but when he thought about it, he realized nobody was acting like themselves. He hadn't thought about the way he looked since he first saw Carlos standing in the parking lot. In fact, he actually had no idea whatsoever where his lucky comb was. Honestly, though he didn't care.
Carlos had taken off his helmet, and it sat alone on his bed. He had become a totally different person in the little time it had been since Derek took Logan. He hadn't laughed or smiled or done anything off-the-wall like he usually did. He had been completely reserved, as if it wasn't really him, but a wax dummy that happened to be able to move.
The usually loud and crazy apartment 2J had taken on an eerie feel without anybody flying down the swirly slide or banging around on the foosball hockey game. The quiet air seemed unbearably loud, until there came a knock at the door.
Gustavo Rocque was a very impatient man. So, naturally, he knocked on the door of the dog's apartment multiple times in the fifteen seconds it took for the door to open, resulting in him nearly whacking a petite brunette woman in the face.
"You're not the police." Her voice was dejected, and it looked as if she was about to shut the door in the man's face, but decided against it, "Can I help you with something?"
There was something annoyingly familiar about this woman, but Gustavo couldn't place his finger on it.
"I need to talk to the d- boys," He never was the type of man to beat around the bush.
That time, she did close the door. Or, would have, if Gustavo hadn't caught it before she could.
"Seriously, lady, I'm their boss, and it's urgent that I remind them that they need to be at the studio before I am or else they're going to be stuck with harmonies for the next four hours."
"What's going on?" A different voice, just as tired, came from behind the partially closed doors.
"James," Gustavo sighed, "Will you please tell this woman to open the door so that I can make sure you dogs actually get some rehearsal in while you are grounded because of your stupidity."
Suddenly, the door flew open the rest of the way to reveal James looking as mad as he had ever seen him. The older man was surprised to see that his hair was messed up and lifeless and that there were dark circles under his eyes. His shirt was wrinkled and dirty, and there was a potentially evil glare on his face. Somewhere in the background, a phone rang.
"We're not coming today." There was steel laced with each word, and Gustavo realized that there was something very, very wrong.
He heard soft crying coming from the apartment, and he saw that it was the woman who had opened the door. She was holding a phone in one hand with the other covering her mouth as she fell to her knees. Forgetting the visitor at the door, James quickly ran to her side.
And that's when Gustavo realized that the woman looked just like Logan.
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Derek was excited as he picked up the telephone resting on the counter. He couldn't wait to hear Linda's voice, to break her for good this time. He could do it with so few words- just a little white lie. He knew that she would eventually find out the truth… but this gave him more time and enjoyment.
His fingers pressed down each button individually, letting each tone give its full value. Once all ten digits had been entered, creating a song unique to his mission, he held the receiver to his ear and waited.
It had hardly ringed for a half second before it was picked up on the other end.
"Hello?" Derek smiled when he recognized the voice immediately. She had been his love for years; until she betrayed him.
"Linda, darling," He made his voice smooth and nonchalant, hearing her breath in sharply on the other end. When she didn't reply verbally, he continued speaking, "I'm afraid I'm the bearer of unfortunate news." This time, there wasn't even the sound of breathing. Again he went on.
"I really do hate to have to tell you this, but, well… your son seems to be dead," Deciding to place just one more twist, he added, "Don't shoot the messenger."
There was a loud clatter, and then the line went dead.
I hope you liked it! Review, por favore? Please? Pwetty pwetty pwease? I know I've said this before, but I will try my heart out to get the next chapter up faster! And I've actually got an outline of what's going to happen so that should make it a little easier(: I love you all!
