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 Eleven
Life or Death
Vivian's POV
I open the door to where Logan Mitchell is being held. Janessa is in there right now, attempting to get information out of him about the girls. Upon my arrival in the room, I'm shocked by the sight I see.
Janessa has Logan cornered in the room and is practically on top of him, kissing his neck. Logan spots me and his eyes widen a little, begging for help. I run across the room and throw Janessa to the floor.
"What the heck!" I scream, gesturing to the shaking Logan. "That's not how we get answers!"
"How I get answers is none of you're business." Janessa states, standing up. "Now get out before I throw you out."
"Mr. West sent me down here to take over. He's dealing with that blonde goody two shoes and Ciri and Astoria are dealing with Amanda and James. Samantha has gone to get Carlos and Erika. Mr. West wants you to make sure Elena and Kendall find this place. So get a move on."
Janessa, with one last glare, leaves the open room and slams the door shut behind her. Logan's hands tied in front of his body, and he just stares at me. I walk over to him and untie his hands.
"No use in trying to leave." I say, walking over to a table and picking up a glass of water. "Door locks from the outside. Only way out is if somebody opens it for us or if you have a key, but you don't have one like I do. And screaming doesn't help either. So don't waste your breath."
Logan rubs his wrists and I hand him the water. He takes it but just stares at it. "It's not poisoned. You're no use dead."
"What do you want?" Logan whispers.
"What did Janessa do?" I ask, ignoring Logan's question.
"She kissed me…a lot." Logan says. He finally puts the glass of water to his lips and drinks it in one shot. "What do you want with me and my friends?"
"Information." I say, taking the empty glass. "I want to everything about Kameryn Clarke from you."
"And what makes you think I would tell you?" Logan questions. I pick up rope and go to retie his hands. "I wouldn't betray Kameryn like that."
"Yes you will." I say, wrapping the rope around his wrists. "Unless you want her to die."
"Don't you dare lay a hand on her!" Logan screams. I quickly turn, pick up a knife and place it front of his face. "You don't raise your voice at me!" I scream, waving the knife around in front of his face. Fear quickly covers Logan's face and he nods. "I know you and Kameryn have something going on."
"She and I aren't really that close." Logan says, his eyes never leaving the knife.
"Are you sure?" I begin, a smile working its way onto my face. "Because that day you saw her in the park, I'm pretty sure that was the day you fell in love with her."
"She doesn't love me back." Logan says grimly.
"Would you do anything to save her?" I ask. Logan nods his head and I drop the knife to the ground, letting it clatter against the tile. "And Kameryn would do anything to save you. Looks like love to me. Now, why don't we find out how strong your love is?"
Logan gulps and I smile even wider.
Carlos's POV
I'm in the kitchen getting a glass of water from Erika when I hear the front door knob jiggling. I grab a frying pan that was on the stove and press my back against the fridge. The door creeks open and my heartbeat picks up.
Footsteps come closer and closer to me. A blonde figure passes by me. I make my way slowly behind the person, frying pan raised over my head. I quickly go to bring the pan down, but the person turns around and grabs the pan. I come face to face with a girl. Her icy blue eyes met my brown ones.
The girl shoves me to the ground. I hear Erika come rushing out of the room. The frying pan slides away from me and I stand up.
Erika and the girl are circling each other. Erika tackles the girl and they go rolling around on the floor. With one strong punch to the face, Erika knocks the girl out.
"Who is that?" I ask, referring to the unconscious girl on the floor. Erika looks up at me, catching her breath. "Her name is Samantha." Erika pulls off the watch off of Samantha's wrist.
"Gotcha." Erika says to herself, holding the watch in front of her face. Erika places the watch on the table and pulls a screwdriver out of her pocket. She opens the watch up and plugs a wire into the machinery of the watch. I join her at the table and watch her.
Erika attaches the other end of the wire into her laptop. She types in what looks like a series of codes before a smile crosses her face. Grabbing her cell phone, she dials a number.
"Corner of Glenn Drive and Hastings Avenue, in an empty building. Carlos and I will be in there in ten minutes." Erika says quickly, and then hangs up.
"Where are we going?" I question as Erika hands me a knife and a hostler.
"To save our friends." Erika responses. She doesn't take any weapons and begins to make her way out of the apartment. I stay in place.
"Are you coming?" Erika asks from the doorway.
"Am I supposed too?"
"Come on, we can consider this our first official date." Erika says with a wink. I quickly attach the hostler to my pants and follow Erika down the hall.
"Does this make us boyfriend and girlfriend?" I ask I make my way down the stairs behind Erika. She stops and turns around.
"If you want us to be." She says.
"Well I want us to be."
Erika holds out her hand for me. I grab it and Erika gives me a huge smile, her brown eyes twinkling. She jumps up a step so we are on the same one. "Good, because I want the same thing."
Erika kisses me gently on the lips for the first time. Then hand and hand, we race off to save our friends.
James's POV
I watch in horror as the blue haired girl, Astoria, waves her knife back and forth between Amanda and me. I look at Amanda, who is keeping a cool, composed face. "Let me thinking about it." Astoria says, stretching out her decision.
"I choose you."
Astoria rests her knife in my direction. Astoria places the knife in her pocket and pulls me up off the ground. She begins to guide me out of the room. I try to halt myself, but my shoes slide against the tile.
"No! Get back here! James, James!" Amanda screams. I try to look over my shoulder. "Amanda!" I scream back.
"Don't take him!" Amanda pleads. "Take me, kill me!"
"James wanted to take your place, so he is." Astoria says before bursting out into laughter. I struggle against the rope tied around my wrists and against Astoria's grip on me.
Astoria gives me another shove forward and I fall to the ground. "Astoria, please…" Amanda says, her voice getting quieter. "Please don't do this to James. Kill me, not him. I love him and I can't live knowing that he's dead. Please Astoria, let me take his place."
I look up at Astoria then at Amanda, who has a single tear slowly making its way down her face. She looks so innocent…like the night I kissed her for the first time. The night she doesn't know I kissed her.
I crawl across the floor to Amanda. And I get up onto my knees. Now where face to face. Slowly, we both lean in. Before I know it, our lips meet and we are kissing. We don't even pull apart for air.
Suddenly I'm yanked backwards and dragged across the floor by my shirt collar. I struggle, but its' no use. Astoria unlocks the door with a key and I'm thrown against a wall outside in the hall. Astoria begins to shut the door. I see Amanda, who is still tied to that chair, with her head dropped and shaking. Her dark hair shakes with her sobs.
The door clicks into place and Amanda is gone from my view, and the only place I will ever see her again is in my memories.
Kameryn's POV
I stare at West. He sits straight up in his chair behind his desk, a smirk on his face. "I think its time you and I have that talk."
"I'm done talking. Let all of us go." I demand. My hands are still tied behind my back and I have my back pressed against a wall. I don't dare move an inch. All the training I have received over the years as taught me when you're in a dire situation, don't move. Anything could be a trap.
"Miss Clarke, I can't let anybody go till we talk. Your friends' fate right now rests in your hands."
"My hands are tied behind my back right now, if you haven't noticed." I sneer.
"And they will remain that way until we talk. Now, please take a seat." West says, gesturing to the chair in front of him.
"Why? You aren't my mother."
"Miss Clarke, were not going to have a Dark Vader/Luke Skywalker moment here. Now don't be rude, take a seat."
I look at the seat. "I rather stand."
"Fine then. Miss Clarke, you…you are different from your friends. I have studied all of you in depth to know exactly what I am up against. And Victor…he picked an excellent bunch to take me down. I give must give the old man credit. He hasn't lost his touch after all these years. Back to your friends. Erika is quite a tough one, isn't she? With her mom being the famous Madison Castriel and all. That is such a big shadow to overcome. But she seems to being doing a pretty good job at it. Did you know that I actually received training from Madison? What a nice woman…I wonder how badly it would affect Erika is she knew her mother may be in danger?"
"You leave Erika and her family alone." I hiss.
"Elena is strong too. Such a shame that her parents have no clue of Elena and her brother's activities over the past several years. Just imagine her parents, who were in the dark of the dangers that their children have faced, knew about those dangers? I bet Elena would be locked away in her room forever."
"Elena would escape." I say, shaking my head. "She would find a way out."
"And Amanda…she is different. She fears that she is going to lose you guys like she lost both her real parents and her foster parents. She fears abandonment like you. But she doesn't fear it as much as she fears lizards and bodies of water. But you…you're so scared of abandonment. Is that why you haven't left Marcus yet?"
Anger wells up inside of me, but I don't let it show. "Don't go opening doors if you don't know what lies behind them West." I warn.
"It's just so horrible how your parents left you when you were twelve. Having to pack up and leave Colorado and move to New York. And to live with an abusive brother who constantly beats you…that's tough. I give you credit, Miss Clarke, for surviving that abuse and living to tell the tale. That's quite a feat."
"You don't know me." I state.
"But we should change that." West says. I raise an eyebrow at him and West stands up, circling to the front of his desk. "Miss Clarke, I want to offer you a deal. I let your friends go if you stay here and join my team."
"You mean join Astoria, Samantha, Ciri, Vivian, and Janessa on the dark side?" I say. "Become a traitor to my classmates and friends?"
"They will mean nothing after you join. The girls learned to forget them and so will you. Miss Clarke, I am giving you a chance to escape your past and join the future of what the spy world will become."
"The answer is no."
"Miss Clarke, the good side of the spy world is going to come crashing down. And when it does, do you really want to be trapped under the remains?"
"The answer is still no."
West sighs and rubs his chin. "I knew that would be your answer if I gave you the choice between yes and no." West hits a button on his desk. "Let me put it this way. You join or…" The door opens and Logan is shoved in, followed by Vivian. Vivian pulls him off the ground and pushes him over to the window. Vivian opens the window and holding Logan by the ankles, holds him out the window, dangling him above the empty streets below. I hear Logan hyperventilating and look on in horror as Vivian just holds Logan out the window, threatening to drop him to his death.
"Miss Clarke, you join our side or Logan over there is going to meet his demise in a horrific way."
"You won't do it." I say, testing West and Vivian. West nods at Vivian, who lets go of one of Logan's ankles.
"Are you really willing to test me?" West says, smirking.
"Kameryn!" Logan screams, his voice filled with fear. "Kameryn, help me!"
I look back and forth between Logan, Vivian, and West. I look at my own feet, and then back up at West.
"I'll do it."