A Little Game Called Cat and Mouse

Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone from Big Time Rush. The girls belong to their creators. I only own the plot.

Chapter Ten

Breaking The Unbreakable

Kendall's POV

"You're a what?" I ask, confused by Elena's confession. She's a spy? Spies…they only exist in movies. Not in real life.

"I'm a spy Kendall." Elena repeats. "I'm a spy. My school, St. Morris's Academy for the Gifted and Talent, is a school for spies like me in training. Erika, Kameryn, Amanda and I were selected to come protect you guys from a man named Charles West, who for unknown reasons wants you guys out of the spotlight- for good. And now, two of my teammates are captured along with two of people I was supposed to protect. Another of my teammates has been injured and all the training I have received over the years, none of it prepared me for this!"

I pull a shaking Elena into my arms. "It's okay. I understand." I mutter, rubbing small circles on her back. We pull apart and Elena looks up at me. I gaze her dimly glowing eyes. Her black hair frames her face perfectly, and she looks like she's on the edge of a mental breakdown.

"We are going to get them back. And I'm going to help you." I state.

"Kendall, you're not helping." Elena says, crossing her arms over he chest.

"Yeah I am. We don't know if Erika is in a state to fight right now and if she isn't, then Carlos will have to stay behind to take care of her. You can't do this solo."

Elena's left eyebrow raises, something I have noticed she does when she's about to question or protest something. But her eyebrow goes back down and she slides up her right pant leg, revealing several knives.

"How did you fit so many in there?" I ask as Elena pulls one off its holster. She hands it to me and I examine it.

"I have thirty four throwing knives on me in total." Elena states, handing me a holster for my knife. I put it on my pant loop and place the knife inside.

"So I assume this means I'm in?" I say, smiling a little.

"Just…watch my back. We have people to safe and lives on the line." Elena turns sharply on her heel and makes her way to a silver mustang. She hops in the driver's seat and opens the passenger's door. "The minute you're inside this car, there's no turning back."

I can tell that Elena doesn't want me to join her in that car. She wants me to back out and go home with Carlos. Despite what she wants, I go inside the car anyway.

Elena starts the ignition and looks at me. "Welcome to my world." Elena says, slamming down on the gas. "And by the end of the night, you're going to wish you had never entered it."

We sped out of the parking lot. "And why's that?" I question.

"Because once you enter the spy world, you can never leave. No matter how badly you want to."

Amanda's POV

I groan and roll my head backwards, cracking my neck in the process. I open my brown eyes and I'm blinded by bright lights. I lift my head up and see I'm in an empty room expect for a table littered with knives and the chair I'm sitting on. I feel something dry on the side of my head. When I go to feel what it is with my hands, I find my hands are tied behind my back.

I thrash around in my chair, attempting to escape. Taking a deep breath, I think back to gym class at school. Instead of taking hacking training, I took the escaping course. There, we learned how to escape situations like this one. For my final examine, I was tied to a chair in this exactly position.

As I look around for anything I could savage to cut the rope, the door knob begins to turn. I lean my head back and pretend to be passed out again. The door opens and slams shut. Scuffs of shoes are heard against the tile floor, and I just listen. Something is slammed into a wall. I feel coolness wash over my face, and I know someone is standing over me.

My body jerks forward as someone grabs my chair, leans it forward quickly and snaps it back. I pretend to wake with a start, looking around like I have no clue what is going on. In front of me stands Astoria, her forest green burning with an evil fire. To my side, stands Ciri. And in the corner of the room sits James, his hands tied behind his back. We make eye contact for a split second, but I focus on Astoria. She seems to be the leader of this little get together, and I have feeling this isn't going to end well.

"I don't really think we had to pleasure of meeting." I say sarcastically to Astoria. "I'm Amanda, and you're going to let me go before you regret it."

Astoria laughs, and then stops suddenly. Then, she punches me across the face, knocking me to the side. I sit back out, spitting out some blood.

Astoria gets in my face. "The only thing I'm going to do is beat you up so bad that you will be just clinging to life."

"You think I'm scared of you?" I sneer. "You look like you got attacked by Tinkerbell."

Astoria turns around a picks up a knife. "You should be afraid." Astoria begins, running her fingertips along the knife. "Because after I'm done with you, I won't sprinkle any of my magical fairy dust to save you." And with that, Astoria places the knife on my calf, and slowly drags it down. I bit my lip, attempting not to scream from the pain.

The blood trickles down my leg. James moves in his corner, and I can see how hard he is trying to get up and kill Astoria. "You won't break me!" I yell.

Astoria sets the knife down. "Did you know that Ciri's family was in a cult? And did you know that they sacrificed animals in some of the most horrible ways possible?" Astoria picks up another knife and hands it to Ciri. Ciri presses the blade against my shoulder.

"And since we view you as nothing more than a fifthly animal..." Ciri says, pressing the blade harder into my shoulder, making me squirm a little. "Maybe Astoria and I here should kill you like I kill all those little animals."

"But there's a difference between me and those animals." I say, staring down Ciri. "I won't scream like those poor animals."

"But they didn't scream." Ciri says, cutting a small line on my arm. "They didn't even get a chance."

"Stop it!" James screams. All attention turns towards him. "Just stop it! Please, let Amanda go. Let me take her place. Torture me."

"Well things just got more interesting." Astoria says. She rips James off the floor and shoves him towards me. He crashes into me and falls to the floor. "I like this idea. Killing James instead of Amanda. Because then Amanda has to live the rest of her life knowing that it is all her fault that her love is dead." Astoria lets out a crackling laughter at this. "And that is worse, well, that is worse than death itself."

"No!" I scream. Astoria is right. Losing James is worse than death. "Leave him out of this. James did nothing wrong. Torture me you oversized pixie stick!"

"Let me think about it…" Astoria says, tapping a knife to her chin. She pulls the knife away and moves it back and forth between me and James, finally landing on one of us. "I choose you."

Erika's POV

I see ten different lights above me as I come to it. I find myself reaching up for one of those lights, trying to figure out which one is real. Something gently pushes my hand back down against something soft. I turn my head a little to see Carlos standing above me, smiling.

"Hey." I croak out. I try to sit up a little, but Carlos gently pushes me down back. My vision returns to normal and I see I'm back in my hotel room. "Why am I back here? Where are Elena and Kendall? And James and Logan and Amanda and Kameryn…I have to go." I swing my legs off the bed and jump out, only to collapse backwards moments later.

"You're in no condition to go anywhere." Carlos reports. "You took a pretty nasty fall."

"They need me." I state, trying to push myself off the bed again. But Carlos's quickly leans down and pulls me into a kiss.

"You know, you have a really nice way of telling to shut up." I say with a tiny smile after Carlos and I pull apart again.

"Now will you stay? Kendall and Elena are going to handle the problem. All they want is for you to rest."

"I can't rest knowing my friends are in danger." I say.

"They're safe. Trust me. Logan and James are two of the smartest people I know. Everything is going to be okay."

I nod my head, but I still can't believe Carlos.

Kameryn's POV

I'm being manhandled down the hall by Samantha. At several points she has shoved me into walls so badly that I'm bleeding from the head.

"Why are you doing this Samantha?" I ask as the blonde guides me down the hall. "You don't have to do this."

"You don't question what I do and don't do." Samantha states, slamming me into a wall again. "I do what I do because I love it. So keep you're mouth shut like you did back at school."

"School. Where you trained alongside people who trusted you. How can you live with yourself knowing that you betrayed all of us?"

Samantha throws me down to the ground. The second after my body hits the ground, I'm already up again, running down the hall. Samantha chases after me, screaming at me to come back. I round a corner and run into the first open room I see. I slam myself against the wall and hear Samantha run past. When I'm sure she's gone, I let out a sigh of relief.

"Hello Miss Clarke."

I watch as a chair spins around. And in that chair sits none other than Charles West. "I think its time you and I have that talk."