Wasteland

A Big Time Rush Fan-fiction

Disclaimer: I Don't Own BTR.

A/N: Before you lovely, caring, and understanding people start ranting, venting, etc. towards me, let me explain, K? Well... (long-story-short) I technically decided I wanted to take a break from writing for a couple of days. HOWEVER, a couple of days turned into a couple of weeks. A couple of weeks then turned into a couple of months. And well, you get the idea. Any who, I'M BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER! So... Yeah... I'm just gonna let you motherfuckers get to reading! ;)

I jolted awake to the sounds of the wind blowing through the trees, the stream out back, and birds chirping.

I quickly sat upright in the comfortable bed, as I felt very scared. My head and neck grow a mind of its own and force me to look at my surroundings. The place was a mess, unlike what it was like last night. The window had a crack in it's glass. The sheets had various cuts in them. The lamp in which stood on the nightstand, laid shattered on the floor. The beautiful white, wooden, sliding closet, opened with clothes thrown all over. And lastly, there was a large blood stain on the sheets in which I laid on.

"What in the world...?" I brushed my hands across the blood stained sheet.

However, my attention was brought to the sound of random twigs being broken. The sound made it seem like they were being stepped on.

Surprised, I looked around. The likely guess of whom OR what ever was breaking the twigs was ,"James?" I questioned aloud.

I waited a couple of seconds, no answer. Suddenly, I hear the front door downstairs slowly creek open.

"James? Is that you?" I questioned louder. It didn't sound like James. The heavy breathing. The slow movement. It just didn't add up. I took that as a warning urge to hide.

I lifted myself off of the bed. I can hear and feel my back crack as I slowly stand up.

As the heavy footsteps slowly approached, I looked for a place to hide.

The room had very limited options ",Shit."

However, I manage to find a safe place. I slowly made my way towards the closet. Every bone in my body waiting to giveaway as I quietly walked.

My legs finally grow limp as I accidentally step onto a piece of the broken lamp. I resist the urge to scream in pain. I look at the door as I hear whatever maybe out there making its way up the stairs. I quickly, yet calmly lifted my foot into my hand.

I stared at the bits of pottery wedged into my foot as blood tried making its way out. However, the pottery had blocked the path in which blood had been begging to pass.

I get startled as the door knob starts to jiggle. I slowly rest my foot on the ground, in tiptoe position, so the pottery won't dig deeper if I was to step on it. I then quickly rushed into the closet.

The jiggling of the knob getting vicious. I then positioned myself comfortably and slid the door closed.

I stare at the door through the slits in the closet door. Unexpectedly, the room door opens widely, slamming its way into the wall behind. The impact possibly causing it to leave a hole in the wall from the knob. I shake in fear as I cover my mouth with my hands, and push myself deeper into the closet.

It was him. The mysterious man in which i thought was all a fake. The man in whom I believe I had visioned no longer than 3 weeks ago, touching me, suspiciously speaking to me, in my bed, was standing, grinning inside of this room.

I remove my hands from my mouth and rub my eyes in disbelief.

Hoping that I was dreaming, I squint and realize that this is indeed reality.

Suddenly, the random throbbing in my foot accidentally causes me to release an, "Ouch".

He then quickly rotates his face towards the closet. I silently start to panic. His chiseled features, the way his dirty blonde hair stands up in a faux hawk, and even the way his bright blue eyes represent his desiring body language.

"Ha, I'll give you five seconds to get out of the closet, and I won't hurt you," His voice raspy,"1," Should I? Fuck.

"2,"

I most definitely should.

"5."

I whisper to myself ",What. The. Fuck?"

As I said those words, he slowly started walking towards the closet. My breathing turned heavily and I could barely gasp for air.

I was patiently waiting for him to rip the door off and finish my very fucked up life.

I draw my site to his hands. Claws formed where his normal fingernails used to be.

I remove my hand from my mouth,"James!" I yell unexpectedly, without hesitation. He releases a growl.

Aw Shit, shouldn't have done that.

He then runs toward the closet, and scratches the door. I put my hands over my head in protection, When suddenly I hear heavy breathing and footsteps.

Both the mysterious man and I draw our attention towards the door.

"James..." I slowly whisper in relief.

He didn't have a shirt or even sneakers on, only jeans.

He was covered in dirt, and looked sweaty, and disgusting. However, I was overwhelmed and sorta happy to see him.

"You," The mans voice sounded deeper and demonic. James drew his hands to his side as a defense mechanism and stood confidently. Suddenly, his claws appeared. Shit.

I would soon regret what I did next. Without thinking, I stood up in the closet and quickly slid it open. I can feel the tears whelming up in my eyes.

"Stop!" They both brought their attention to me. I stared at the mysterious man in his bright blue eyes," Don't hurt him." I say putting my hand out towards James.

"I'm the one you want! Aren't I? I don't understand why you would want me?! But just don't hurt him!" I yell, the tears flowing out of my eyes," Take me!" I start to choke and cough.

The man grins," My pleasure." He slowly walks towards me.

"Katie! Don't!" James yelled from behind. The man didn't pay James any mind, but instead stood, 2 inches away from face. I could've barely controlled the tears as I stared at James. However, James clenched his teeth and long, very sharp fangs had formed.

"But, before I do whatever I have in mind to you," He twisted his upper body towards James," I must take care of something first."

I stare at James, his hazel eyes brighter than the moon, staring directly at the man in his own eyes. He clenched his teeth,"Stay the fuck away from her."

Before I can think, the man unexpectedly ran towards James, tackling him.

"NO!" I yelled, uncontrollably crying, holding onto my chest.

They both brawled out of the room. I can hear them tumbling down the stairs, and the fighting as they reach down. I feared and hesitated to go out there.

However, my instincts told me to, before something horrible happened. I could hear growling and aggressive dog sounds, I knew what was out there by the time I felt the floor shake.

The way objects shattered and broke told me that I was going out there for the worse.

Without hesitation, I ran out of the room and looked down stairs, my foot continued to throb in pain. I held onto the wood railing as I saw a larger blond wolf jump onto a not much smaller brown wolf. They both went through the front door, fighting.

"James !" I yelled.

I can feel the sweat slowly sliding down my neck. The way it slowly drips down my forehead, causing me to flinch.

The wolf.

The brown one.

It was...

"James..." I slowly whispered, his name flowing out of my mouth like as if I just been stabbed in the stomach.

I fell onto my knees, resting myself into my own embrace. You know that moment, when your so in shock that you can't even scream, cry, or get a word out? That was me in that moment.

However, I still questioned while I laid here on the floor... Why was James' wolf form different today, than it was last night?

The cold air left me trembling as it wandered through the door.

And I remember that moment like it was yesterday. The way the wind quickly made its way through my hair. The way I felt the fall leaves in which fell off of the vast amount of trees that surrounded me, crunch as I stepped on them. The way the heavily packed duffel bag had held me back from running faster than I initially intended to. The way I used sobbing as a substitute for self-harm. The way I stopped in place because I had absolutely no idea of where I was going.

And then he found me. I had been wandering the huge forest, looking for something, anything, to help me find my way back home, when I stopped at a large river. The current was very intense and crashed upon large rocks that were in the way of it's path to the waterfall that was about a mile or two away.

I took deep breathes to try to get control of my breathing. I dropped my duffel along the shore and sat down.

I hadn't realized, but I'd been crying this whole time. Probably ever since I had been wrapping my foot with the Health Kit items from the cabin bathroom. I sat there for a couple of minutes, just wandering, and thinking. My conscience had caused me a lot of problems for the last month or so.

Within about 3 minutes, I had full control over my breathing. All this damn running. At this point, I just wanted to see my family again. I didn't care how or when I would see them, but I just wanted to be held by my brother like he used to when I was just a bit younger. Back then, when depression had consumed my life. And Kendall, he was there for me one-hundred percent of the time. He would always tell me in those moments that ", Life would always get better." I had said aloud.

I cupped my hands around my mouth as the tears started flowing out of my eyes faster and faster. I sorta screamed at that moment, but my hands held the echo back. I don't know, but for some reason, I had this weird urge to take my boots off. I sat down once again and ripped them off. I rested them next to me along with my socks. I rolled my sweatpants up passed just above my ankles. I then lifted myself back up and slid my bag off of my back and rested it with my duffel.

And I stepped a little into the water. I shivered as the chilled water passed through the gaps in between my toes. This sorta reminded me of the moments I had on the beach with my family when we would have picnics during the summer. Before my dad passed. He would always hold my hand and we would eat ice cream and walk along the shore with our feet in the water, conversing about the most ridiculous things. I sorta chuckled in that moment.

That was one thing that really brought Kendall and James closer as friends. They both had this bond and related in certain ways.

I decided to take a step closer into the water. I then decided to roll my sweats a little higher, but I sorta stumbled and took another step forward, which led me going head first into the river. It had somehow got deeper. And I had been gasping for air. I should've took those swimming lessons when I had the chance too. I didn't know what to do in that moment, but I kept trying to pull myself up and grab something.

However, I had no success. I looked down and realized that I had gotten myself into a real bad situation. A branch or vine of some sort was holding me back, and had held tightly onto the bottom of my pants.

It was then that a large underwater wave, had forcefully pushed me into a very large rock that was close by. I hit my head and I suddenly heard someone calling my name from above. That was all I remembered.

A/N: Bonjour mon Amis! I really hoped you radicals enjoyed the chapter! And I totally promise that I will have the next chapter out by December 19th! Heart Crossed! By the way, I have like a huge favor. I need help, badly. I need some ideas for my other story "The Better Half." I have like zero ideas of what to make the next chapter about! If you guys haven't already read it, read it and help a brotha out! Haha, cause I reaaaallllyyy don't wanna cancel it. But, anyways see you guys next time!

- *insert peace sign emoticon*