Y'all have NO IDEA how hard this week has been. I've literally had ZERO TIME to write this chapter, and it's been bouncing around in my head the whole time, forming into a better and better chapter (in my humble opinion), and I couldn't write it and darn it, now I'm going to write it!

The show is tomorrow, and I'm freaking out about that, and I still have my makeup on from the dress rehearsal today, but darn it, this chapter will be finished before I do anything else.

Thanks for your patience! The rest will be updated fairly quickly unless my muse takes a vacation, which she does at all the worst times, but usually not for fanfiction.

This chapter is going to be sort of short, because I just wanted to get away from the cliffhanger, but didn't have time to write a full-length chapter.

Okay, on with the show!

(Just for future reference – smut and I don't get along. There will be no smut in this story.)

Chapter 14

Julian was dragged along at gun point by the stalker, who didn't turn his face. Julian couldn't tell who it was, but the hair looked strangely familiar… However, while being faced with a loaded gun, it's hard to think much about anything. All Julian could think about was Logan, still, even though his problems with the green-eyed blonde were far from the most important thing at this point.

Julian's eyes darted around, but the route the stalker was forcing him to take was deserted. The stalker must have checked it beforehand to make sure the coast was clear.

"Who the hell are you?" Julian demanded as they rounded a corner and saw an abandoned warehouse at the end of the dead-end street.

The stalker didn't say anything. Julian nervously eyed the gun and didn't dare try to move around so he could see his face better.

"Where are you taking me?" Julian asked, though it was pretty clear as they got nearer and nearer to the warehouse – broken windows, smokestacks made of dark red bricks, tall steel walls – that this was their destination.

No answer.

"What do you want?" Julian asked, but it was in vain. The stalker pulled him through a rusty door, which the stalker then slammed closed behind them.

The light was dim, illuminated through dusty windowpanes far overhead. There was nothing in the large room but small bits and pieces of things.

The stalker turned as soon as he'd closed the door, and Julian could see his face.

"Adam?" His first reaction was relief – okay, it was just Adam, just a joke – but at the crazed look on Adam's face and the gun still pointed at Julian's chest, Julian's second reaction arrived, and that was sheer terror. Even more so than before. His attacker had a face, and it was a familiar one. One he'd talked to. One he'd trusted.

"Yes, it's me." Adam had a smile on his face, one that showed off too many teeth and wasn't really even a smile.

Julian looked at him in shock. "You're not going to…you're not seriously…going to…"

"Kill you?" Adam laughed bitterly. "Of course not. I might have to kill your little friend…What was his name?"

Julian's heart sunk, and he made a sudden grab for the gun. It was rash, and the gun fired at the wall.

"Oh, Julian. That's not a very good idea, now, is it?" Adam had control of the gun again – Julian had let go quickly as it fired – and was stroking it lovingly. "You don't want to get hurt too."

"Rather him than me," Julian muttered, but he stood still.

Adam turned the gun back to Julian's chest. "Let's do this quickly," he said.

"Do what?"

"Take off your shirt."

"Don't do it." The door had opened and Logan stood in the doorway. "Don't you dare take it off, Jules."

Julian's head snapped up so quickly he was in danger of whip lash. "Leave," he growled. "Now. Go."

Logan looked slightly hurt, but couldn't retaliate because Adam had turned the gun toward Logan.

"If you don't do what I say, I'll shoot him," Adam said loudly enough for Logan and Julian to both hear.

"Don't!" Logan cried, as Julian hastily grabbed at the bottom of his shirt and clumsily pulled it up over his head. "No!" Logan yelled.

Julian didn't look at Logan, didn't look anywhere but Adam. "What now?" he asked.

"Take off your pants," Adam said hungrily, not looking at Logan anymore but keeping the gun trained carefully on him. His eyes raked up and down Julian's body, taking in the actor's appearance as though he was a starving man in a buffet line.

Julian undid his belt and unzipped his zipper.

"DON'T!" Logan screamed hysterically. "I'm not worth it, Jules, Jules don't you dare-"

Julian's pants dropped to the ground next to his shirt.

"Underwear," Adam commanded, staring at the place just between Julian's legs.

"No." Logan was saying this under his breath now. "No, no, nonononononono. JULIAN!" he screamed as Julian slowly pulled down his underwear, looking at Logan now, boring brown into green.

Logan's gaze did not waver from Julian's face, not for one second, exercising a very large amount of self-control.

"I'm not going to let you die," Julian said simply, now looking to Adam for more instructions.

"Get down on the ground," Adam said, and Julian, completely naked, laid on the hard concrete floor.

Adam kept the gun trained on Logan as he lowered himself slowly, fully clothed, and put his lips on Julian's. The gun was still trained on Logan…

"NO!" Logan shouted, running toward them despite the gun. "No." He grabbed the gun as it fired, and the bullet sped past his right ear. He wrestled the gun from Adam's grip and pointed it instead on Adam, who looked unsettled for the first time. "I'll shoot you. I will shoot you if you don't get off my best friend right now."

Adam looked torn, but Julian pushed against his chest gently. Adam stood up and Julian scrambled to get his underwear on.

"The police are coming," Logan said in a low voice. "They'll take care of you."

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