Chapter Fourteen

"So, why are you keeping these guys here if you haven't gotten their money?" Dak asked as he handed Sam a plate of eggs and toast. He took a step back as Sam whipped around and moved to strike him on the arm. "Relax, it was just a question."

"Well, why do you think we're keeping you around?" Leif asked as he turned his attention away from the TV. "You didn't get us any of the money we wanted, and yet you have been very helpful to us." He gave an evil smile. "You were the one that brought us to Big Time Rush. And now we're doing you a favor by keeping you alive and by waiting on us hand and foot."

Dak didn't want to admit that they were right, but it was true. He could have easily been killed along with the other ones that they had taken before. And he knew that they were dead, as soon as he was kidnapped (it was only a few days after the upcoming guitarist Lennox Johnson had been taken) they had showed him Lennox's remains and even forced Dak to bury him. It shook him to the core so badly that Dak had thrown up every time he thought about it, but then it caused him to make sure that he didn't die. He wasn't going to allow his Mother, Father, and sister to become heartbroken over it.

Right then and there he decided that he was going to do everything he could to stay alive. So that's how he struck up the deal with his captors, if they didn't get the money from his family, he would work to stay alive; he was going to wait on them hand and foot and do everything they asked him to do, just so he could stay alive. But there was another motive behind it, Dak had used everything that he knew of them to come up with a plan to escape them. He knew their routines, he knew how deeply they slept, and he knew how to tell if they were going to wake up, he knew everything about them.

Now he was going to formulate his plan around all of that, to make sure that he and Big Time Rush got out of captivity so they could send them all to jail once and for all. He wasn't going to let anyone die while he was there, and after having heard of so many people that his kidnappers had taken before him, he wasn't going to let them get away with anymore.

"Yeah," Dak murmured as he continued to move around the living room, handing out the food. If Big Time Rush knew that they were being shackled in the basement of a huge mansion, they would have been thrown for a loop. Dak definitely was when he had first figure out where he was.

It was borderline cunning how their kidnappers had that mansion made so far away from other houses that you could probably blow up something, and no one nearby would hear it. But what made it even harder was that Leif, Eric, Leila, Sam, and Kale had people over at the house all the time and they went along, acting as if they didn't have four teenage boys trapped in their basement.

"Yo, clean up the carpet will ya?" Eric grunted as he brought his feet up onto the coffee table, crossing his ankles. He brushed some crumbs off of his lap and onto the floor. "This carpet is getting really dingy."

Dak nodded quietly before walking to the spacious kitchen, dropping the tray that all of the plates had been on, into the sink. He was going to have to clean up everything later, so he might as well wait until the sink was completely full. He then walked over to the hall closet and grabbed the vacuum and dragged it back to the living room. He walked to the window at the other side of the living room, where the only outlet that wasn't blocked by some furniture. He plugged it in and turned to the window.

He looked over his shoulder for a moment before turning his attention back to the window. He pulled the latch on the window and lifted it up, giving a sigh of relief as the cool air hit him in the face.

"Hey," Leila barked. "What'd you open the window for?" She brought her knees up to her chest. "I'm getting cold!"

"The vacuum cleaner has been acting up lately and if it starts to smoke, I don't want the smell to be stuck in here." Dak explained as quickly as possible. He waited until their attention was back on the TV (some sports game that they were watching) and pulled a wadded sheet of paper out of his jeans pocket. He stuck in the corner of the window sill and turned back to his chores.

Step one is done, now all I need to do is fill the guys in one everything else that needs to be done and we can get out of here. Dak tried to suppress his smile as he turned on the vacuum cleaner and started to move it over the carpet.

Carlos' arm jarred as Logan's fist hit his arm. He gritted his teeth and pushed his smarter friend off of him.

After Carlos had calmed Logan down, Kendall continued to try and convince them that the only way that they were going to get out was if they fought back against the men that held onto them. James was skeptical about it at first, but then he realized that his constant going to the gym was really going to help them and he was all for it. So James had started to teach them everything that he knew about boxing and they were working on it in between the times they were taken to take a shower or to have food given to them. They weren't sure if they were being watched as they were doing it, but so far no one had demanded to know what they were doing.

They had been sparring for hours that day; it was beginning to wear on him. But Carlos knew Logan was too, his attacks were getting weaker. Carlos smiled inwardly as he parried his next attack. He was getting better than he had been two days ago.

Logan moved for an attack, which was met with air as Carlos ducked out of the way. Carlos jumped back, and they started circling each other, both extremely tired. Logan attacked again, Carlos pushed him back.

"I think that's enough for today," Logan said as he mopped his forehead. He turned to the hole in the wall. "Are you guys done?"

"What?" Kendall's voice wafted back and then there was a popping sound and a loud gasp of shock. "Ow!" There then was the sound of shuffling feet. "What the fuck did you do that for, James?"

"You turned away right as I was about to punch you," James' voice came back. "That was your fault, man."

Carlos laughed to himself as he got up on the bench and looked through the hole in the wall. Kendall had a hand over his jaw and was rubbing it as he glared at James, and James was just looking at him with a sheepish smile on his face, laughing as he did so. At least we can find some source of amusement while we're in here.

"Hey, someone's coming!" Logan grabbed Carlos' attention and the two moved back to their cots, pretending to be looking at the ceiling. Logan looked up through his bangs and saw that it was Leif that had appeared at the cell. He looked like he was dressed to go running, but Logan knew that that was not the case.

"So, I feel in the mood to exercise," Leif commented as he opened the cell. "And I need a spotter," he walked over to Logan and dragged him to his feet. Logan didn't even get the chance to try and protest before he was dragged down the hall and shoved into a room.

He instantly recognized it as the room that he was beat up the first time, and then Kendal land James were beat up at gun point a few hours later, while they forced Carlos to watch. He could still see the blood stains on the ground. Just being able to remember all of it sent a chill up his spine.

"I need a punching bag, and luckily, you're here." Leif said before punching Logan across the face.

Logan stumbled back, trying to regain his footing.

Leif moved quickly to try and strike Logan with a surprise attack. Peppering him with a few punches, smiling as they landed in the exact places that he intended them to, Leif spun on the balls of his right foot and crashed it into Logan's side.

Logan let out a gasp of pain, crumpling to his knees. He took the chance to spin on his right foot and shoot out his left, in a judo sweep, and knock Leif's feet out from underneath him. He immediately moved on top of Leif and started to punch him upside the face with as much strength as he could muster. He got in a few good hits, but knew that he wouldn't be able to hold on for long, as he was still tired from sparring with Carlos.

"What the fuck?" Leif cried before his face twisted into a look of rage. He shoved Logan off of him and was upon him in a millisecond, but he showed no mercy. He grabbed Logan in a head-lock and squeezed as hard as he could before bring up his knee and slamming it into Logan's chest. "I see you've been working out a bit." Leif dropped Logan to the ground and backed up a few steps spitting out a wad of blood that had congealed inside his mouth "But that's not going to help you here."

"That's what you think," Logan replied with a grimace, moving a hand to his stomach. He felt around to make sure his ribs weren't broken before slowly getting to his feet. A roundhouse kick broke the air in front of him, with Logan just barely managed to back away from it.

"It's what I know," Leif sent a barrage of kicks Logan's way, causing him to back up with each step until he was backed up against the wall. Leif smirked and moved to punch Logan, but Logan ducked out of the way in time for Leif to punch the concrete wall. Most of the bones in his hands cracked simultaneously as Leif let out a scream of rage. "MY FINGERS! YOU BROKE MY FINGERS YOU LITTLE COCK SNIFF!" He grabbed his left hand with his right and backed up a few paces, allowing Logan to get away from the wall. "GOD! You're going to pay for that!"

Logan let out a gulp as he watched Leif. There was no doubt in his mind that Leif could easily tear him limb from limb if he really tried. But he wasn't going to let that happen. I got beaten up badly enough the last time. I'm not going to give him the satisfaction. Logan kept his eyes on Leif as he waited for him to strike once more.

Leif sucked in a few sharp breaths before rushing towards Logan once more, his eyes blazing with fury, trained on him.

Logan ducked to the side at the last second. He turned around and grabbed Leif by the hair and threw him backwards, sending him to the ground in a heap…

A/N: Darn it, I didn't show a lot of all of the guys again. *Sigh* I'm doing my best guys. Anyway, from here on out to the rest of the story, Dak is a very important character. Personally, I don't get why people don't write stories about Dak and WayneWayne, because I think that if the show was written a bit differently, they would actually be friends with BTR. But that's my opinion.

Anyways, I'll update again soon.

Cheers,

-Riles