I'm like one of the most clumsiest persons on earth.. I tripped and fell down the stairs last week, so had to stay in bed with a concussion :( So this chapter, which I wrote in 3 days, might be a little bit confusing and not well-written, sorry for that! I'm getting better and I will write the next chapter soon :)

They all three sat silent while Steve was pacing back and forward, clearly with his mind somewhere else than in the room. He was definitely thinking of something, but it was too dangerous to make a move while he was holding the gun with his finger on the trigger. Some minutes passed and while Steve was whispering things to himself, the others got more nervous.

'S-Steve?' Camille tried. Steve looked up. His eyes were wild, and he looked confused. He paced back and forth, but suddenly stopped. He waved his gun at Logan.

'YOU! It's all your fault. I have to be with Camille...Carmen.. Argh!' he shouted. Logan blinked a few times. Carmen? Who was this Carmen? Steve waved with the gun again and threw his hands up in the air.

'You have to die!' Steve shouted again. Logan swallowed and tried not to look at the gun. He moved his hands towards Camille's and took her hand in a tight grip. Steve noticed. He stepped to the bed and hit Logan in his face with the gun, leaving Logan with a crushed nose and the blood running down his face.

'DON'T TOUCH HER!'

'S-Steve, let's just talk about this okay?' Logan mumbled, trying to keep the blood out of his mouth. It hurt like hell but he couldn't complain while this maniac was pointing a gun at him. Any critics or just any word could make him lose his mind. If he had not already.

'Talk about it? That's not what you said back then, did you?' Steve rattled. He ordered Jo to go and sit next to Camille and sat in the plastic white chair that was placed next to Logan's bed. He put down the gun in his lap, folded his hands and stared into the nothing for some minutes. Logan broke the silence with a sound Steve had never expected to hear from him; the sound of someone who had started to cry. Steve looked up. Not only blood was running down the boy's face, tears as well. He bit his lip when he saw Steve looking at him. But instead of shouting, Steve remained calm and just stared at him with a confused look on his face. Logan didn't look like the boy from back then. Not at all. But why did he give him the same feelings then? Steve walked to the end of the bed, still thinking about it. Camille wasn't Carmen, but she sure looked like her. And she was just as nice as her. She had to be Carmen!

'I'm not Carmen,' Camille responded in a soft voice. Steve stopped with pacing back and forth. Did he say these things out loud?

'Steve, Camille is not Carmen. We don't even know a Carmen. Please don't hurt us for that!' Jo said. Steve almost forgot she was in the room until she spoke. He walked up to her and pushed her against the wall. She curled into a ball when her head banged against the wall.

'I NEVER SAID YOU COULD SPEAK!' Steve shouted furious. Camille heard there was something else in his voice. Hesitation. He was losing control of himself, and so of the situation, which was a good thing. The police should have been alarmed already, so it was just a matter of time and…

'Don't even think about it!' Steve was in front of her with 1 step, his right hand raised above his head, ready to hit her. She closed her eyes, Logan yelled, but Steve didn't hit her. Instead he pushed her back into the seat, asking her to shut her mouth and walked to the side of the bed again. Suddenly he froze. That's when it hit Logan as well. The gun was still on the side table, just an arm length away from Logan, but at least 2 steps from Steve. There was a moment of silence; no one moved. Then Steve jumped forward as Logan shifted in his bed and reached for the gun.

'Kendall!' he shouted while grabbing the cold piece of metal. Wires were ripped off when he fell out of his bed, struggling with Steve. The bigger boy was ofcourse stronger, but Logan managed to punch him in his stomach and Steve let go of the gun. The door opened at that exact moment and Kendall stumbled in. Steve didn't seem to notice, kicked Logan in his stomach and caught the gun as Logan fell to the ground. The kick had reopened his cuts and a puddle of blood was already forming on the floor. Steve grinned and got up, pointing the gun at the helpless boy now. Kendall stood in the middle of the room, frozen and unsure about the situation. His girlfriend was curled up against the wall, Camille was crying in a plastic chair holding on to the sides tightly, Logan was on the floor and bleeding, and Steve was holding a gun. Even for the fearless leader, this was too much to handle.

'D-Don't do anything stupid, okay Steve? We can fix this..' But Steve had other plans. His evil grin appeared on his face again. He grabbed Logan's arm and pulled him up straight. The poor boy was holding his stomach with 2 hands, trying to prevent him from bleeding to death, and he could barely stand. Steve grabbed his hospital gown and pulled it up.

'That's a nasty cut. Does this hurt?' and with that he pushed the cold gun against the scar. Logan screamed with an unusual high voice and Kendall knew what this meant; he was on the edge of fainting. Kendall made a step forwards, but Steve quickly put the gun against Logan's cheek, leaving a blood smudge on the pale cheek. Kendall stopped and looked at Logan. This was going the wrong way. The police hadn't arrived yet because of a traffic jam, but if they wouldn't show up fast, things would get out of hand. If even more was actually possible. Steve showed him it was.

'Let's go. And Camille you come with us.' He kept the gun against Logan's cheek while stumbling to the door. He was holding Logan so he wouldn't fall over and pushed him outside. Carlos squeaked at the sight of Logan who was bleeding and the gun in Steve's hand. James gasped as well and was stunned for a second. This was enough time for Steve, Camille and Logan to disappear into the elevator. A second after that Kendall entered the hallway, holding Jo close to him.

'Where did they go to?'

'T-the roof,' James replied while Carlos pointed a trembling finger at the elevator.

'We have to get Logan away from Steve, he..' began Kendall, but James interrupted him.

'And make Steve shoot him? No Kendall, we have to wait for the police to arrive!'

'The police is stuck in traffic!' Kendall snapped. When James' eyes widened he knew he should've shut his mouth. He was the only one who knew the police was stuck in traffic, and he had felt no need to tell it to the others. But now they all had to know. They had to do something!

'I'm sorry James, I just..'

'Keep your apology for later, we have to make sure Logan and Camille are okay!' James shouted before Kendall could finish his sentence. Carlos nodded as well and followed James and Kendall into the elevator. Jo still clung to Kendall's side. Kendall pushed the buttons furiously. Finally the doors closed and in silence they were lifted to the highest point of the hospital: the roof. They stopped with a small shock. Everyone held their breath. The doors slowly opened. What they found was shocking. Carlos nearly fainted, James gasped, Jo yelled and Kendall had trouble breathing too. Camille was lying on the floor, her face white, eyes closed but at least she was breathing. Logan sat on his knees on the edge of the roof, his face even paler than Camille's and he was shaking uncontrollably while holding his stomach with 1 hand. Steve was standing next to him, the gun pointed at his head. When he noticed the elevator-doors had opened, he looked at them and grinned.

'It's payback-time!'

Oh, almost forgot to say: this is almost the end! I think I'll write 1 or 2 more chapters, then I will end it. On the bright side: I will have more time for new stories, and I already have some ideas so I will keep uploading ;)