Heya everyone! I just painted my nails bright red, and then I ruined one while typing on the computer, so now I'm really angry at my stupidness and my computer... Anyone have a bat?

So this is chapter eight! Woo! This is what happened in the last chapter, but from Carlos's POV. Exciting, right?

I would like to thank all of you btw. You have remained faithful reviewers, and I'm so lucky to have you all! You're reviews mean so much to me, and have convinced me that I'm not as sucky of a writer as I thought! :D I LOVE YOU ALL! 3

Warning: This chapter will contain some extreme Carlos weirdness!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own BTR.

Carlos hopped off in the direction of the car, waving his friends goodbye. It was his responsibility- no his mission, yeah, he like the way mission sounded. Kinda like mission impossible… He thought, that makes me James Bond! This means I should probably have my own theme song… focus Carlos! You're going to the car to get your helmet and supplies! Not to fool around and let down your friends. He stopped walking and slowed his breathing. Carlos put on a serious face, cleared his throat, and marched on… Then, a tune popped into his head, and he couldn't help himself.

"Dun, dun dun dun! Dun, dun dun dun… Dun-" Carlos hummed the theme to Mission Impossible. He then pretended to be a spy.

"Carlos speaking… Yeah, I've got eyes on the target. I'm gonna take him down!" Carlos jumped into the air, rolling on the wet forest floor, ending up hiding behind a tree. "He almost got me there… Good thing I'm too skilled! HE YAH!" Carlos jumped out from behind the tree and did a somersault. He put his hands together and started swinging his arms around.

"Come out you coward! I've got a gun and I'm not afraid to use it!" To anyone else walking around, Carlos would have been taken seriously, and someone would've called the cops. But anyone who actually knew Carlos would instantly realize that he was talking to an imaginary bad guy.

He rolled in the grass, pretending to dodge incoming bullets. The leaves crunched under his weight, sticking to his shirt as he got up from the ground. They clung on for dear life, not wanting to fall to the ground again. Doing so wasn't such a pleasant experience. Carlos swiped off his shirt, causing the leaves the let go, their screams going unheard. They slowly swayed in the breeze; thankfully landing them gently back on the ground, only to be stepped on again. The leaves didn't like to be stepped on, but they knew it's something that they were meant to do. Not to mention the fact that they were protecting the young and old grass beneath them, who were always being tread on.

Carlos continued his little game until he came to the clearing where the car was. Carlos stopped and all of the adrenalin rush left his body. Suddenly, he was aware of every ache and pain again, not to mention the new bruises he received from his fight with the evil gunman. All in the days work is what they would say… Carlos looked at the car and just stared.

The car was totaled. Both headlights were smashed, and the front tire was blown out, giving the car a sinking look. Along both sides of the car were long slashes where the vibrant red paint used to be. Now all he could see was a rusty grey. The windows were either cracked, or completely gone, and almost all of the doors were missing. So much for the Big Time Rush Mobile.

Carlos slowly walked to the car, trying to make as little noise as possible, as though it was going to wake up any second and attack him. He crept over to the back of the car and touched his hand to the lid of the trunk. The door sprang open, causing Carlos to fall back with a small sound of surprise. The door to the trunk had been so loose that it opened by itself. Carlos struggled for a moment and then got up, walking back to the trunk.

He breathed a sigh of relief, seeing his trusty helmet, accompanied by all of the boys' jackets and a small lighter (don't even ask how that just happened to be there…). Put the lighter in his pocket, put his jacket on, and finally placed his helmet on his head.

Carlos instantly felt better. The pain from the bruises all over his stomach and chest was less noticeable. Some people found comfort from hugs, and some from warm chocolate cookies, but Carlos found it from his hockey helmet. It's saved him from so many injuries that he could've gotten from his crazy stunts, that he's never been able to part with it. Even during their Big Time Rush concerts, he keeps it behind the stage just in case he gets nervous before hand.

Carlos took his friends jackets in his hands and began to walk back to the "camp" ground. Then a sound made him stop dead in his tracks, dropping everything in his arms. All of a sudden, he was on the ground, his helmet rolling away from him. That's when he realized…

The scream was coming from him.

Whoah. That was intense... Honestly, you reviwers surprised me. A lot of you seem to have it out for Carlos getting hurt! (Lol...) I originally was gonna make it Kendall who screamed, but instead I made it poor Carlos. Now I don't know what to do with Kendall! I'll find out eventually though... I'll do some serious thinking at the pool today. Maybe I'll even let him be awake so that everyone can baby Carlos! Though he will be facing his own issues such as the soon-to-be-dangerous gash in his side... Muahaha.

Hey, did you guys see the movie yesterday night? It was pretty good for their first one (I liked seeing Logan with the cone on his head... He was like a puppy! Lol.) But at some parts it did go a little fast. Oh well!

Whatever the Aliens say,

TealMoose