Caitlyn's p.o.v
Her head snapped up at the shriek of police sirens piercing the air all around the room, sounding dangerously close. Green eyes scanned over the many faces of the people in the room, finally landing on her useless daughter that she hated with a pure passion that Caitlyn really wanted to show to her, and this was one of the ways her sick mind decided on doing just that. Darcy's scared grey eyes stared at her, pleading with her not to do anything that would hurt her friends any more, but she had not heard the conversation between Caitlyn and James, because then she would have realised that all of the shit that happened was entirely her fault
If Darcy had not been selfish
If Darcy had not taken him away from her
If Caitlyn had not been forced to kill him in an attempt to have him all to herself
"It was her fault!" Caitlyn's sick and twisted mind shrieked loudly in her mind, twisting the truth so that she was always in the right, always the person that was completely innocent in the whole fiasco that happened in the past. The dark, looming shadows that constantly caved Caitlyn's mind enough for her to go crazy, even before that night that the incident happened, when she lost him
A primal snarl ripped from her throat before she could stop it, sounding inhumane and deadly, but Caitlyn only had eyes for Darcy, narrowing her eyes. She stomped towards Darcy, slapping the tallest boy in the face before he managed to stop her from reaching towards her daughter, snatching her clothing in a tight grip, in a fist, and yanking her whole body towards her to cradle her against her chest. Caitlyn knew that Darcy knew that the embrace was not a cuddle, but to force her to her chest to pin her there, making Darcy her ticket out of here in one piece
"Come now" Caitlyn cooed in Darcy's ear, her breath brushing against Darcy's neck, making her tremble more in her arms. Caitlyn could feel Darcy trembling violently in her arms, she was pinned tight against her "no need to panic, the boys will not be harmed if you do everything I say" the words became soft enough for Darcy to almost relax against her hold, but it was only almost. Her whole body was tense against her chest, rigid so that her movements when Caitlyn moved and she had to follow, were robotic, stiff
"How do I know that" Darcy whispered quietly so that only she could hear, Caitlyn's grip tightened on Darcy's clothing at her shoulders, where her arms were crossed over her chest to pin her against Caitlyn. A small smirk was slowly making its self known across Caitlyn's face, the muscles in her face pulling up in a sickening way as Darcy asked the question in a hushed voice, low enough so that the others didn't hear
"Because you know its you I've always wanted" Caitlyn whispered back against Darcy's ear, nuzzling her nose deep into the short black hair, the sole purpose was to make Darcy shiver with the contact
And that's exactly what she did. It was only brief, a small barely recognisable shiver that shook her whole frame, Caitlyn only noticed because she had her useless daughter in a death grip, and she was not about to let go any time soon. The shriek of sirens were impossibly close to the building, everyone was becoming nervous, quivering or darting their eyes around the room in a panic at the sirens. Caitlyn, however, was smiling
"You boys ready to go home?" Caitlyn questioned, no emotion in her voice as her cold green eyes scanned the room to look at each of the boys that stared back at her
The tallest boy was crouched down on the floor after Caitlyn had slapped him down to the floor, his usual tan cheek was bright red and in the shape of a small hand. She felt proud of that particular slap
The blond boy was shrinking into the wall, or at least trying to, pressing his whole body against the wall, his wide green eyes staring into hers, but mostly Darcy's, looking frightened for her safety. He didn't make any move towards her, and it was a good decision
The palest boy of the lot was slowly approaching her, holding out his hands as if he was surrendering, but Caitlyn knew that it was fake, a diversion to let her guard down enough for the young boy to yank Darcy out of her arms and safely away. She wouldn't allow that, and before she could really think about it, she bent slightly down towards her leg, taking Darcy with her, to grip at something half way down her leg. As soon as she felt hard fabric brushing against her fingertips, she yanked the blade she concealed out with a sharp motion, quickly moving her arm so that the tip of the blade was pressed rather hard, but not hard enough to draw blood, against the soft flesh at the side of Darcy's neck
A sharp intake of breath from the pale one made everyone's attention dive for her
"No stupid moves, especially you" Caitlyn sneered the last word towards the pale one, inclining her head towards him to make it known who she was talking to "step away, or I will slit her throat right now" a threat that no one wanted to try to test her on, and immediately the pale one tried to draw back
"Logan" it was a harsh, low whisper from Darcy, but it sounded terrified, shaky as it escaped from her mouth. Logan's eyes immediately snapped to hers, the large, doe brown eyes widening at something Caitlyn couldn't see. She hated not knowing what was going on, so she twisted Darcy away from him, just as the door to the room burst open
Mike's p.o.v
"Put your hands up in the air!" a load of people started to scream and shout demands inside the room, the shrieks were booming around the room, bouncing off the walls and into Mike's ears, but he heard nothing back from the kidnappers. He tried to push through the wall of massive men that were stopping Mike from getting inside the room to see the situation, but the wall was much too strong even for Mike's frame. They barely turned around to acknowledge Mike as he pushed and pushed against their shoulders to somehow loosen the wall, but a single voice that spoke dangerously low, but loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, made Mike's blood run ice cold
"Don't come any closer, or I'll slit her throat before you can pull that trigger" Caitlyn was threatening anyone to move to try to protect the people in the room, but Mike could only guess who Caitlyn had currently in her arms, it didn't exactly take a genius to figure it out. The sheer thought of his daughter being held in her mothers arms, being threatened with death somehow made Mike's strength flow in his body, adrenalin pumping in his veins. He shoved the wall away with his palm, stumbling into the room until someone grabbed onto his shoulder in a tight grip, yanking him back
"Don't!" the yell escaped his mouth, his own hands up in the air to surrender to his wife, because now he could see the situation and the shape Darcy was in. Her face was a mixture of black and blue bruises, the worst were on her cheeks and jawline from where Mike could see in the dim light. She seemed to be favoring her right leg, because the fabric of the left knee was ripped to shreds, blood coating a large portion which worried Mike. It was mostly the dried blood that caked her temple, and the haunted look that was cast deep inside her eyes
"I will let the boys go" Caitlyn whispered, pointing her head towards the four boys that made up Big Time Rush, they all looked a mess. One of the boys however, Carlos Mike thinks his name was, was unconscious, unaware of everything that was going around him. But it was the large puddle of blood that pooled around the small boy, his blue shirt was almost red with the amount of blood that had spilled from his body, luckily he was still breathing from what Mike could see
"No, I won't leave her!" two of the boys, the blond, Kendall, and the pretty boy, James, screamed at the same time with the same amount of terror and anger in their voices, they even went as far as to both try to approach Caitlyn slowly
"Boys!" Mike warned, looking at them both one at a time "you don't know what's going on, please just leave before you get hurt" Mike tried to make his voice sound professional, but it cracked, and everyone noticed
"We've already been hurt" James whispered, sounding hurt that he couldn't protect Darcy, but how did he think Mike felt? "Darcy's the one that really needs the help"
"We will work on that" Mike soothed "as soon as you boys are safely out of the room" Mike begged James, with his eyes, to slowly walk out of the room and away from what Mike could only guess what was going to happen, they would talk about that time that haunted both Mike and Darcy
"What about Carlos? H-He's unconscious" Logan, the pale one of the group that Mike had sort of liked, stuttered in a small voice, his brown eyes unnaturally large and frightened, pulling on Mike's heartstrings
"Grab him, but make your movements slow" Mike warned, never looking towards Logan's direction, keeping his eyes glued to Caitlyn's as the green eyes, that were much darker than his, shined with amusement at him being there. Mike could tell she was enjoying the situation, because the eyes were the window to the soul, and they were gleeming
"I would hurry up if I was you" Caitlyn's cold, robotic voice sneered the words in a slow way, intimidating everyone to move quickly before she changed her mind and shot. The gun concealed against her leg was barely able to be seen unless someone knew what to look for, and Mike could see the small bulge at her hip. Logan moved without Mike really giving a straight order, he grabbed the unconscious boy under the arms, heaving him up until his ankles were the only thing that started to scrape across the floor, his head rolling limply back against Logan's chest, but the boy didn't even give him a look towards him, dragging him across the room. There was no sound from Carlos being dragged
Each of the boys, who were able to walk, glanced back towards Mike before they left the room, Mike didn't glance in their direction, letting the corner of his eye see the boys, Kendall and James, hurry out of the room
"Now I'll be leaving" Caitlyn's voice was smug with happiness, the grip never loosening from around Darcy, the sharp knife still dangerously close to her skin, a small droplet of blood had ran down the curve of her neck, easily spotted
"Wait, let Darcy go" Mike pleaded with her, holding out his hands as if it would help to change her mind. Mike knew different
"Why on earth would I do that Mike?" Caitlyn snapped harshly, slowly backing away towards the door at the back of the room, something that no one had seen when they crashed into the room to save everyone, her hands pathetically scrambled for the handle, no one dared to move from their spot. Fear seemed to paralyze everyone to the spot "don't follow me, or I'll kill Darcy before anyone can move" the threat was left in the open
Darcy's p.o.v
When the wind brushed lightly against her face, Darcy then dared herself to open her eyes wide to see what was happening, slowly at first until she realised that she was outside. They soon burst open in fright, her breath hitching in her throat making it bulge out towards the sharp side of the blade
"You never realised what I had to give up" Caitlyn suddenly started to speak, low and monotone, seemingly in her own little world from what Darcy could tell "I had to kill him, the one I truly loved with all of my heart" her hands soon began to clench hard, bruising her arms even more as soon as the contact was made. It seemed that every time Caitlyn mentioned 'him' her voice would darken drastically
"I-I" Darcy started to speak, but the blade was moved from pointing at her throat, tip first, to being plunged into her left side right into her ribs. The unmistakable, piercing, white hot pain scorched at her ribs as soon as the blade plunged in her skin. Darcy couldn't help the gut wrenching scream of pain that wrenched itself from her throat, but it was muffled quickly as a sweaty hand clamped around her mouth
"Shh" it was a sarcastic coo of silence, the blade starting to twist in Darcy's side, personally by Caitlyn, who was slowly releasing her grip from around Darcy's shoulders, the only thing that was holding Darcy up from completely collapsing to the floor in a heap because of the pain. Tears of sheer pain were rolling down her face, she could feel them tickling as they slid down her skin, but she refused to reach up to swipe them away, because it might make the pain, because she was reaching up, worsen
That was until she was violently shoved to the floor, she barely had any time to catch herself with her hands before they met the concrete, scraping along the gravel before she came to a sliding halt. Flinching, Darcy twisted around as much as she could with a knife sticking out of her side, ignoring the fiery pain that blasted across the whole part of her side, just to look into her mothers eyes
A crunching of gravel made Darcy flinch as something solid hit her right leg at the knee, and when she glanced down, the blackness of a gun was the first thing she noticed. Her grey eyes looked confused, her eyebrows knitting together with the confusion as she glanced back up at her mother, a question ready on her lips
"One of us will die Darcy" a sick smile spread across her face, her head lowering slightly to add to the evil look "and I assure you, it won't be me" Caitlyn lunged before Darcy could flinch, her long fingers reached for the knife and yanked it out with a violent pull, and Darcy couldn't stop the scream. She bit down on her lower lip, tasting metal in her mouth because she bit down hard, her hands automatically starting to try to put pressure on the wound. She tried not to flinch at the horrible feeling of her own blood staining her hands, dribbling between her fingers
"M-Mom, please, d-don't" Darcy tried to plea with her mother, even excepting the fact that she just called her psycho mother
"No" a sneer void of any emotion "I warned you that one of us will die, Darcy. Either fight back, or accept that I will kill you" Caitlyn slowly approached her, branishing the knife in front of her, already stained with her blood, her steps short but fluid, watching to see what Darcy would do. The gun was dragged along with her body with her left leg because she couldn't bend the leg to stop it
"I won't lower myself to your standard" Darcy threatened in a hiss, never approaching the gun with her fingers in fear of really turning into the woman she never wanted to even be part of. Darcy's fear was deep, hidden until now when her mother kidnapped her
"You already have my blood in your veins, Darcy. It's only a matter of time before you turn into me, become me" her voice was staying strong, as if she had spoken these words hundreds of times, each time it was hyper, excited
"I won't become you" Darcy muttered under her breath, she didn't however, expect her mother to suddenly lunge for her, swiping the knife in an arch movement down her cheek. Darcy had managed to see the knife, glistening in the sunlight, coming towards her, and she flinched away just in time. Darcy immediately kicked out her right foot in a feeble attempt to kick her mother in the stomach to give her enough time and distance to try to grab the gun, because adrenalin was pumping through her veins, making her body shake. The kick hit Caitlyn directly in the stomach, she stumbled back giving off a cry of both anger and pain
"You little bitch!" a snarl, Caitlyn scrambled to her feet, the knife lost from her hand, but Caitlyn didn't seem to notice, her eyes were trained on Darcy's, evil green, which were nothing like Kendall's Darcy noticed, meeting scared grey. But Darcy still had the gun flush to her leg, and her fingers slowly reached forwards to grab at the cold metal. It felt unnatural in her hand, too heavy and cold for Darcy's liking, but she was not going to give it up in fear that the tables would turn, and Caitlyn wouldn't hesitate in shooting Darcy. The grip tightened as soon as the realisation was met in Darcy's mind, her hands automatically raising to point the barrel towards Caitlyn
"Will you shoot?" a challenge in her tone, something that made Darcy's hand start to tremble because she knew she wouldn't be able to pull the trigger, her body starting to feel weak as a horrible substance was trickling down her side, the energy leaving her body as quickly as the blood was.
A sudden rebellious shriek startled Darcy enough for her eyelids to burst open from their half lidded state, watching as her mother threw herself towards Darcy, the scream still bellowing from her mouth as it was wide open, a wild look in her eyes as she was slowly getting closer, the whole situation seemed to go in slow motion at Darcy's finger crept towards the trigger, as if it was a reflex. Her finger tightened, and a loud, booming crack was the only thing that Darcy heard, the gun kicking back in her hands, and Darcy let it. That was until someone started to chock, coughing and spluttering as if they were coughing up a lung and liquid, then did Darcy slowly crack her eyelids open, and had to bite down hard on her tongue to stop a scream, the gun falling from her loose grip
Her mother stood only inches away from her, somehow the knife that had been lost was raised up in the air, ready to be plunged down to end Darcy's life. But Caitlyn only stood stiff in the position she had been in moments before the trigger had been pulled, but now a red stain was blossoming across the white shirt that Caitlyn was wearing right in the center of her chest, growing larger and larger with each moment they both stood frozen on the spot, each with a horrified look on their faces
"I-I didn't" Caitlyn began to cough violently, her whole frame shaking with the hacking, blood spattering across Darcy's face because she didn't cover her mouth "T-Think you w-would do i-it" Caitlyn's green eyes rolled to the back of her head, her knees giving out on her as she hit the floor with a sickening slap, head-first. Her chest never lifted up again, meaning that Darcy had killed her mother
Darcy's own body almost collapsed to the floor, because the adrenalin was fading from her body, making the pain in her side become a fiery inferno of pain, when she looked down the blood that she knew was there, was not showing through the black tank top she had been wearing. Shaking and trembling in pain, Darcy forced her body to move, forgetting the gun that she had shot, using the wall to keep her body from falling to the floor like she desperately wanted to do, she only followed the wall until the sun really began to shine in her eyes
"DARCY!" a males voice screeched in a loud voice, plowing into her the moment the scream was made. Two tan arms wrapped around her frame, and she felt her body shaking, the person must have too "oh god, thank god you're okay" James' voice was raspy, sounding like he was about to burst into tears, he even went as far as to pull her away, at arms length, to take in her appearance
"J-James" Darcy rasped, tears now flowing freely from her eyes as she watched James' face turn into a smile at finally being free and away from Caitlyn
"Yeah" James whispered breathlessly "everyone is waiting for you in the hospital" James started to tug at her arm, but instead of going along with him, Darcy found her knees trembling, and soon they collapsed underneath her, Darcy taking James along with her. Her vision was blurring dangerously, black spots getting bigger as her body was slowly getting weaker and weaker, she barely felt the arms that were holding her up
"Darcy!" a voice tried to shout through the blackness that was bringing Darcy to unconsciousness "please...on...need..." James' voice faded away as Darcy gave up to the darkness, her eyes fluttering closed