Disclaimer: Don't own BTR

AN: Yeah, this will be the last update until Friday because of my summer school thing. I really feel stupid right now.

An alternate name for this chapter is "Kendall: Father and Son".

Have a new story idea at the bottom.

Chapter 21- Kendall: The Shark Trial

Kendall followed the directions that were present on the fourth drawing that the killer sent him. He was heading into the 'Party District' as James and Carlos had dubbed it a while ago. He sighed and stuffed the piece of paper back in his pocket, the gun bouncing up and down with each step he took. He was about to meet his dad after a long period of absence. It both terrified him and angered him. He was terrified because what if his dad was in league with the killer like James had hinted back at the Palm Woods after Carlos and Jo brought him back from cutting off his hand. He was angry because he was gonna meet his dad after the ass abandoned him and his family so long ago and now the next time he heard of him is that he could be in league with the guy who kidnapped his own daughter.

He glanced to the remains of his left hand and sighed once again. He felt like his hand was still there and every time he looked, he would only see blank air and a stub. He felt weird only having one hand, even if it's his dominant hand. He tried carrying the box from the Palm Woods and opening the door, but found out that he couldn't and Logan had to do it. He wanted to drive here with the Big Time Rush Mobile, but once again it was Logan that had to do it. He felt so useless now as their leader and knew that he couldn't be in Big Time Rush anymore. Gustavo and Griffin wouldn't want a handicapped kid in their band and knew that once they had to meet up with Gustavo the next time they saw each other, he would get fired officially.

He was starting to regret cutting off his hand now. Even if it meant saving his sister and stopping a serial killer, he ruined his life for it. Was this the killer's intentions? To have Kendall ruin his own life by making him do unreal tasks like the ones he had been doing all this time. The killer technically wasn't making Kendall do any of the trials. He could've backed away from all of them but he kept on going because his sister meant the world to him. His ribs, arms and head shook as a way to remind him how far that love for his sister destroyed him.

He was thinking about how he was going to do this next trial. He was going to go and kill his dad. James said that his dad could very well be the killer, but one of the trials was to kill him. Why his dad though? He didn't understand why he needed to kill his dad out of all people. Was this a different type of test? One where you sacrifice one family member to save another? It seemed like the best explanation Kendall could come up with at the moment.

Two thoughts raced into his mind. One of them being why the police think he's the killer. It really didn't make sense because of the time frame. Kendall was in a two week coma, stuck in the hospital room all alone while Katie was somewhere else. His friends could all oblige for that as they were the ones to take him to the hospital. Only a strong piece of evidence could get authorities to accuse Kendall as the killer.

Either that or they didn't know what they were doing.

The second thought was Logan's weird attitude towards him. It's been bothering him ever since he was brought back from the Lizard Trial last night. Logan was blushing around him and getting awfully close to him like he never did before. Strange thing was that Kendall was blushing around him a little bit as well. He didn't know why he was feeling this way around Logan all of a sudden. It's like they came out of nowhere and it was making Kendall feel even more weird and confused then he already was. Was it nothing or was it something? Kendall wanted to figure it out but knew that his sister's safety came first above all else…even Kendall's life.

He now was getting these thoughts that he really didn't want to think about, but since he wasn't doing anything it raced into his brain like an out of control train. What torture was the killer putting his sister through? Kendall knew that the killer cut his victims faces up and even on occasion cut out a piece of the face. One victim had her nose removed and had it reattached by her chin. Kendall remembered it from the last victim's picture.

Frankie's sister.

Just those few seconds they were together made Kendall feel relieved. There was someone out there who knew exactly what he was going through. But Kendall couldn't help but to see Frankie as a glimpse into one of two of Kendall's futures.

One future was where he found his sister and killed the killer and everything would go back to the way it was before everything happened.

And the second was he failed and he became like Frankie. Depressed, guilty and a failure.

Kendall remembered the bandages that covered his hand and he came to realize that he was hiding his left hand that he possibly cut off from the Lizard Trial. If he went that far then how did Frankie fail at stopping this guy? A piece, a very small piece, of Kendall was mad at Frankie. He didn't have to go through any of this if Frankie would've done his part and finished the trials. Kendall figured that it wasn't the Shark Trial that he was currently heading for that messed Frankie up, but maybe the final trial.

What was the final trial?

What can be worst or more love worthy then killing someone or cutting off a body part?

If Kendall survived this confrontation with his dad, he would soon fine out about the final trial.

He sighed and stopped when he was a block away from his destination. A mansion that he can only assume was his father's. Funny how Kendall grew up in a small house while his father had a mansion and millions of dollars, according to James, and didn't think to give some to his kids and their mother. They really didn't need it but it would've been nice and the right thing to do as a father to try and give your kids and their mother some money, especially if you were rich.

Kendall glared in the direction of the house and moved his right hand to grasp his gun that the killer sent him. He was about to grab it when he heard the wail of sirens in the distance. Eyes widening, he ducked behind a car and hid while the squad car drove on by. He sighed in happiness as the car drove on by and no one called him out. He got some confused looks from passing bystanders from his position and from the obvious missing hand.

Now he understood why Frankie wore the bandages for so long.

He stood back up and restarted his walk toward the mansion, the gun still bouncing around as he walked. He stopped in front of the main door and hesitantly knocked on it, pulling the gun out after his knuckles stopped pounding on the door.

"Sorry, Mr. Knight isn't seeing anyone right now." He heard a deep voice from the other side of the door. Kendall glared and banged on the door with the grip of the gun. "I said he isn't seeing anyone!"

"HELP ME!" Kendall heard Katie's voice on the other side. His brotherly instincts kicked in and he kicked the door open, his eyes looking like he was possessed by the devil. He looked to see a big guy standing there with a hard glare of his own.

"WHERE'S MY SISTER!" Kendall yelled out to the man. He gripped the gun tighter in his grip, his knuckles starting to turn white.

"I don't know what you're talking about kid," he said.

"Don't play games with me." Kendall warned. "I heard her scream just now, WHERE IS SHE?"

"Easy son, no need to get all worked up." Kevin said as he descended down the steps. Kendall looked to see his dad after a decade of absence. His dad didn't change from what Kendall remembered of him. He still looked like an older version of himself but he was slightly bigger. He wore a plain white t-shirt with dark black jeans with black sneakers to boot. Kendall thought he looked like that of a deadbeat who doesn't do anything but sit on the couch all day and watch T.V.

It was what he did before he left afterall.

"Dad," Kendall replied calmly, although he was debating to shoot him right there and get it over with. He saw his dad look at him closely; looking for anything abnormal about him from the decade they spent apart. His eyes landed on Kendall's left arm and Kendall could easily pick out the looks of horror and confusion that he tried so hard to hide in front of his goons. "Yes Daddy I cut off my hand to get closer to finding my sister, who was kidnapped by a massive serial killer in case you even care." He smirked.

Kevin gave his son a scolding glare. "I know James told you what went down here when he came on by." He admitted. He expected Kendall to drop by here soon, having pretty much been guaranteed by the little bout with James, even if the boy said that Kendall wouldn't want anything to do with him. So why was his son standing here with a gun in his hand?

"Yes and I'm here to complete step four." Kendall said. He knew that he shouldn't be giving his dad hints like this. He knew he was starting to sound like a deranged maniac by the way he was talking.

Kevin's eyes came to a realization and shooed his goons away. He pointed upstairs. "Follow me Kendall." He ordered.

"I rather do this here so I can just turn and walk away when I'm done."

"I know you heard Katie screaming," he blurted out.

Kendall's eyes hardened even more then what they already were. "Where is she?" he growled.

"She isn't here," he explained, Kendall giving him an unconvincing look. "If you follow me I can explain every thing." He promised.

Kendall didn't like it but knew that this was his only chance to get what he needed to get. Based on James' synopsis and on how his dad was acting, there were answers here that Kendall would need to get before he finished the deed. He reluctantly followed after his dad, who stayed quiet throughout that short walk from downstairs to his private room.

Kevin walked toward his desk, which Kendall noticed to be ruined along with a piece of the wall. Kendall realized that James probably did this when he was here the other day. Kevin pulled out a small recording and played back the feed to Kendall.

"H-hi, it's K-Katie Knight," Katie's voice stuttered out. "I found this recorder and I-I don't have a lot of time left before t-the killer comes back. Anyway, the killer…is my brother K-Kendall Knight. If someone finds this, p-please give it to the cops." A slam was heard. "H-he's coming, help me please!" she begged, static taking over the tape.

Kendall's eyes widened and he looked to his dad in shock. "Did you make her do it?" he slowly asked. Katie just said that he was the killer. He couldn't believe what he just heard from his baby sister. She knew he would never do something like this so why would she lie and say that he was the killer?

"No," Kevin said. "It was the real killer." He said. "He made her do it as a way to make things even more complicated for you then they already are." He explained.

"So you ARE in league with him." Kendall stated, his gun rising slowly by his side.

"I didn't want to do it." Kevin said, Kendall raising an eyebrow. "I helped him with the whole trial setup and I'm the one who gave him all the equipment he needed for his little game."

"Little game?" Kendall asked.

"He wanted to make the trials both challenging and amusing for himself. He came to me when he was about to do the first killing and threatened me by saying if I didn't give him what he needed, he would take Katie as a victim."

"Lot of good that's done!" Kendall spat sarcastically at him.

"When I found out he broke the deal, I threatened to call the cops on him but he said that he would kill her if I turned away from him. So, I kept going." He looked so damn guilty.

"James said he overheard you talking on the phone as they left, what did you tell him?"

"He wants your friend Frankie out of the way. He already went through all of this and having him is giving you guys an advantage that the others didn't have."

"He hasn't done much," Kendall said.

"Without him Kendall, James wouldn't have gotten some clues as to who the killer is, he's going out of his way to help you guys and James wouldn't have gotten a lead to me."

"How so?" Kendall asked.

Kevin looked down and he took a deep breath. "I was the one who gave him his target for his Shark Trial. The junkie he killed was the one who killed the first victim of the killings and this killer took his spot. Frankie got my name from the killer as he died and gave it to James."

"How come he didn't so anything?"

Kevin looked back to Kendall. "Would you have been able to think after losing your sister and going through all these trials for nothing?" he asked, although he knew his son knew the answer.

"He killed the original killer?" Kendall asked.

"Yes, this killer found out who he was as that killer was sloppy in covering up his tracks, and found him. He said he wanted to do the second killing and that he would do it all from there. That killer didn't mind, as he would get off free if he got caught."

"But he hasn't," Kendall pointed out. Kevin nodded at his son and sat down on the edge of his desk.

"The original was threatening to turn him in because he wasn't getting paid on something that really doesn't serve that much of a difference here. So, he assigned him as the target for the next Shark Trial."

"There are more people who attempted these trials?"

"Yes, although they all died at the Bear and Butterfly Trials. You and Frankie are the only ones to make it this far."

"What is the killer's name and who is he?" Kendall asked. His whole perspective of this thing had changed and he would need to talk to Frankie after this was done. Who knows how Frankie was feeling about killing the original killer and knowing a key role and not saying anything.

"I don't know," Kevin answered.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Kendall narrowed his eyes at him. He wasn't convinced at his dad's bluff, not one bit.

"I tried to find out who he was for the past year, but I guess he grew tired of it and now wants me out of the way." He looked to his son's gun. "Do it Kendall, its okay."

"You would let me kill you for the sake of saving Katie?" Kendall asked.

Kevin nodded. "Yes, that's my duty as a father and that's how I'll atone for all my sins. Making the ultimate sacrifice to help save my daughter."

"I'll find her dad," Kendall promised. He raised the gun all the way and clicked the safety off.

"I know you will son….and I'm sorry."

A bullet rang through and Kevin jerked back in his seat, a smile on his dead face.

Kendall panted and lowered the weapon. He just killed his dad and he didn't feel all that guilty. Maybe it was because his dad let him kill him, but he couldn't be too sure. He snapped a quick pic with the phone after putting the weapon away and waited for the next letters.

A D, R, E and another R.

Kendall was so close to the address that he could just taste it. He looked back to his dad's body as he left out the door and a lone tear hit the floor.

'I'm sorry too Dad.'

End of Chapter 21 of Big Time Brotherly Love

Not my best work but its something.

A little insight on how the killer came to be.

As of this chapter, all BTR boys have killed someone.

Now for that story idea I mentioned. I decided to try and do a FrankieXJo pairing. For those of you who don't know, I started out here writing them and as much as I love writing him with Lucy, I miss writing Frankie and Jo.

Basically the plot will be something like this. Frankie moves in at around the same time as Jo and they really hit it off. Kendall starts to develop feelings for Logan at the same time and now the Palm Woods has two couples who are oblivious to their feelings. I really can't wait to start this and it'll take the place of my number one project after I wrap everything up here and the sequel to this will follow after that other fic.

Hope you'll all check it out once I upload it and if you love Fucy, you will definitely love Jankie. In fact, some friendship moments between Frankie and Jo are arising. Alert me so you know it. I'll think of a title and summary tonight and I'll possibly update once, twice or three times tomorrow. School doesn't start until Thursday and I will be home alone tomorrow most likely. My family is being scattered tomorrow and I feel sick, so that means more updates, YAY!

Next Time: Frankie: Unfit Brother