Chapter 5, ladies and gentlemen...chapter 5!

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Okay, so it's 12:38 AM here, and I'm completely exhausted...I ended up going down to the local lake with a couple of friends, and parking was crazy. We ended up parking over in a nearby neighborhood, just inches from someone's property...I'm really glad my (Mom's) car didn't get towed...I'm pretty sure it was a close call though xD

Anyway, I AM SO, SO, SO, SO INCREDIBLY SORRY that it has taken me so long - over a week! - to get this chapter up! I've been wicked busy lately with friends and family, and this chapter came out very slowly. And I've said so many times lately in reviews that "yeah, I'm going to try to post the next chapter by this evening", and then I still didn't around to finishing it, so I'm sorry to all those people as well. But it's done now, so hopefully it's okay. It's more of a filler, but some important things do happen here, so it does have a purpose.

So I'll stop rambling exhaustedly now, and let you guys read the chapter.

Enjoy!

Chapter 5 – Here's the Catch…

James's POV

(May 2nd, Friday)

"So…uh…which side of the bed do you want?" I awkwardly asked Katie, nervously running my fingers through my hair.

She glanced up from her phone (what kind of phone was that anyway? It looked like it had time traveled all the way from 2001) at my question. "Sorry, what was that?"

"Which side of the bed do you want to sleep on?" I repeated, and she blushed.

I remembered that she always favored the left side, but maybe that had changed in the three years since we had last slept in the same bed.

"I still sleep on the left," she said quietly, her voice sounding slightly detached. "Are you still on the right?"

I smiled slightly. "Yeah. So…uh…this room could be a lot worse. I mean, at least it's got a TV."

Katie snorted. "What are the chances we're going to be able to pick up any kind of signal when we're out in the middle of the Pacific Ocean?"

"You negative thinker, you!"

She paused. "Do you think the room is booby-trapped or something?"

"I – you know, I would have thought that, except that with the last text, I got the impression that The Replacement is using us all for their sick amusement."

"Your point being…?"

"That The Replacement isn't going to kill or hurt us until absolutely necessary. They're probably watching from somewhere on the ship, maybe they're even one of the crew members or something, checking up on us to see what sort of catfights or scandals will come out of this. Thus the birth control – have as much sex as you want, just as long as The Replacement finds out about it."

She suddenly clutched my arm, eyes wide. "Hey…you don't think there's cameras or bugs or something set up in here, do you?"

I bit my lip. "There might be…But I don't – I don't know how they would work or anything like that. I don't even know if they would operate so far away from a satellite or digital signal."

"But then how is The Replacement hearing our every word?"

I shrugged. "Maybe they're listening at a keyhole?"

"Maybe…"

"Hey, let's go check to see what kind birth control The Replacement was kind enough to leave us."

She turned around to face me slowly, eyebrows raised and arms crossed.

"Ummm…not that we're going to use it or anything," I quickly added.

"Oh puh-leeze, you've been totally undressing me with your eyes ever since you found out we'd be sharing a bed."

"I have not!" Okay, maybe I had. But it's not like it's my fault! She's beautiful, and, well, being around her was bringing up some old and really good (really, really good) memories. Besides, is there anyone out there who can control their thoughts? Yeah. That's what I thought.

Katie rolled her eyes. "Are you going to go check in the medicine cabinet or not?"

I had a feeling that was just to shut me up, but I went ahead and headed into the bathroom. I stopped in front of the medicine cabinet, admiring my hair in the mirror doors as I paused, before opening them – and leapt back as a cascade of packages of condoms came tumbling down.

At the crashing sound, Katie came hurrying into the bathroom and found me leaning against the wall, just out of reach of the foil packages.

"Should I ask what happened?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"I think somewhere on this ship, The Replacement is laughing their head off," I informed her haughtily, ignoring her question.

"Probably," she agreed, smirking slightly as she bent down to pick up a package of condoms. "Oh, look, Trojans. You want it?"

"I'm good, thanks."

Katie snickered and then proceeded to open the next cabinet. "Oh…wow…" There were four or five different types of birth control pills stocked high on the shelves, and attached to one of the bottles was a piece of paper. Katie ripped it from the bottle and read through it, before shoving it at me. "Unbelievable," she muttered under her breath.

I glanced at the piece of paper and winced: Hello James and Katie! I hope you two are doing all right. In fact, I hope you're doing better than all right, if you get my drift (wink, wink). So…the reason for the birth control pills, Katie? Well, that's one of the few things that I never managed to find out you: Which pill you're on. So I got a few different brands. Plus, there's a couple different types of Morning-After-pills, incase you aren't on the pill at all. So…enjoy yourselves! That's the idea with this after all. ;) –The Replacement.

Wow. Really? There was no doubt about it – the reason why Katie and I were sharing a room was for

The Replacement's sick amusement. Maybe there really were cameras in here, so that they could watch if we happened to get down and dirty…Or not. After all, if that was the case, wouldn't The Replacement just text us when they saw that we had found the birth control?

Well, however The Replacement was spying on us, there were more important things to worry about. Such as my body reacting when Katie and I had to sleep in the same bed that night. Oh, and the possibility of the DLS-S crashing into an iceberg. Those two things were pretty terrifying and urgent, and there really wasn't much I could for either…

Logan's POV

I paced in-between the two beds, adrenaline pumping through my veins. Who the hell did The Replacement think they were? I had my reasons for not wanting to have anything to do with anyone, and The Replacement knew that! Hell, they had caused some of that coldness towards everyone, with those stupid texts they had sent. I still couldn't believe that James and Katie had been sleeping together in the weeks before the band broke up.

"You're making me tired," Griffin informed me.

"How am I making you tired?" I snapped at him.

"I'm watching you. You're the most interesting thing in the room."

"Not my problem. Turn the TV on if you're so bored."

"Logan…We need to talk about why we're being forced to room together."

"I think the answer's pretty simple – The Replacement is sadistic and enjoys torturing me. You should be enjoying this."

Griffin sighed, resting his face in his hands. "Logan, I know you resent me, but this has to stop."

"No, it doesn't! I walked in on you three years ago, having sex with someone who wasn't your wife! I walked in on you having sex with our bassist, Brody! And then at our final album release party…That guy was drugged! Did you roofie his drink or what?"

"Do you really think I would do that?" Griffin snarled back at me.

"How the fuck should I know? And then…no one knows, you know. No one knows about your need for prostitutes."

"THEY WERE ESCORTS!"

"THEY WERE WELL-PAID HOOKERS!" I yelled back at him. Finally. After three years, I was finally getting to say what I had wanted to say to him ever since the time I had walked into Gustavo's office and found

him pounding into our notoriously gay bassist. I still had nightmares about that moment. "SOME OF THEM WERE YOUR DAUGHTER'S AGE! And…you propositioned Mercedes' boyfriend, I know you did!"

"I DIDN'T SLEEP WITH HIM!" Griffin roared back, leaping to his feet.

"BUT YOU WOULD'VE IF HE WASN'T STRAIGHT! AND HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET BRODY ONTO GUSTAVO'S DESK? DID YOU THREATEN TO FIRE HIM?"

"DO YOU REALLY HAVE SUCH LITTLE FAITH IN ME?"

"YES! BECAUSE I KNOW YOU WERE HAVING ME WATCHED, EVEN AFTER THE BAND BROKE UP! YOU WANTED TO MAKE SURE I WOULDN'T TELL ANYONE THAT YOU'RE BISEXUAL AND THAT YOU SLEPT WITH OUR BASSIST, SOME RANDOM DRUGGED DUDE, MALE PROSTITUTES, AND THAT YOU HIT ON YOUR DAUGHTER'S BOYFRIEND! YOU ARE SICK, GRIFFIN! YOU KNOW THAT? YOU ARE SICK!"

"DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT?" Griffin spat back at me. "I'VE GONE THROUGH COUNSELING, THROUGH THERAPY!"

"So you're no longer some weird, creepy pedophile?" I snapped. "Does Mercedes know about your past? Or Mrs. Adelia Griffin, the woman who loves to redecorate your house and bake you your favorite pies?"

Griffin's face paled and his cheeks tightened. "How would I ever tell them?" he whispered. "How would I ever tell them about who I am – who I was?"

"How should I know?" I hissed. "You were the one who liked young men – boys, really – not me."

"But it's all in the past, it's all a memory!" Griffin insisted. "I'm not that person anymore!"

"I hope for your sake that you're not," I snarled at him. "Because otherwise The Replacement is going to find out and use it against you. I know they are."

Everyone probably thought I was a jackass by this point. Yeah, I was, but I had my reasons. Everything I had accused Griffin of was true, and I knew that James and Katie had been sleeping together three years ago as well. And then there was the thing with Kendall and Mrs. Knight, and that time when I had gotten drunk off of spiked punch and hit on Stephanie. Thank goodness she hadn't reciprocated my actions, because otherwise I would owe Carlos big time. But I think I'm probably the one who scared her away from the Palmwoods. Not because I tried to rape her or anything, but I was pretty hammered and I came on strong. And The Replacement had hinted that Camille had had a secret that she was keeping from me as well.

It seemed like Jo, Carlos, and probably Gustavo and Kelly, were the only ones without some sort of secret. I had a pretty good idea that Stephanie had a huge secret as well as the one about me hitting on her. But I could be wrong about Carlos and Jo. Who knew what they had been up to since I had last seen them? Who knew what was going on in Carlos's life while we were still in LA? Who knew what Jo had been doing over in New Zealand and Europe in the last few years? I didn't even want to think about

it.

But The Replacement was making that very hard.

I slammed into the bathroom and locked the door, huddling against the sink. This entire thing was more than messed up.

My phone beeped and I hesitantly pulled it out. Great. More text messages. I opened them up and saw the blocked number. The Replacement.

About time someone finally confronted Arthur Griffin about his behavior! It was absolutely atrocious, and everyone paid for it without even realizing it! Oh, but one other person did…Jo Taylor. You might want to ask her about why she ended up in New Zealand. The answer might surprise you. Tsk, tsk, tsk. So many of these secrets are sexual. But…have you ever noticed how Gustavo does EVERYTHING Griffin tells him to? I know, I know, Gustavo always said it was because Griffin was "the CEO of all of your guys' butts", but could there be another reason? Ahhhh, the lovely etiquette of modern-day Hollywood. Isn't it just grand? –The Replacement.

Katie's POV

So, what was in the third cabinet, you may ask? Guess. Sponges. The birth control kind, not the foamy kind. I'm telling you, I think The Replacement was planning on filming a sex tape of James and me. Well, either that, or else they had another perverted reason. Either way, I was pretty sure anything sexual between us (hah! Yeah right!) would be exploited somehow.

James lounged on his side of the bed, watching TV. "Check it out, Katie!" he called to me. "Gossip Girl is on!"

Gossip Girl used to be my guilty pleasure. It still is, as a matter of fact. But…the very real experience of having a very real stalker was becoming really creepy. So the idea of Gossip Girl watching and reporting on everyone just wasn't so appealing at the moment. It would be a bit like watching Pretty Little Liars, only maybe not quite as bad. Well. At least I wasn't having an affair with my English teacher.

Oh no. I had just slept with my older brother's best friend at the ripe old age of sixteen. Yeah, I was as innocent as a girl scout. A girl scout on marijuana, that is.

I snorted as I walked over to James and plopped down on the bed next to him. "Since when do you watch Gossip Girl?"

He shrugged. "Are you kidding me? The sex? The scandals? The clothes? The sex?"

I snickered. "I'm glad to see your reasons for watching it aren't shallow at all."

"Katie, did I mention the sex?"

I eyed him. "You're even hornier than you were when you were sixteen. I'm a little worried about being on the same bed as you."

James rolled over to face me, smirking. "Then why haven't you moved?"

"I'm a risk-taker."

I swear, I only blinked for a second, but the next thing I knew, I was being pinned down to the mattress by James.

"This is what you get for not wearing your parachute," he whispered, holding my wrists above my head, lips centimeters from my ear. I wiggled under him, more for show than to actually escape, and his smirk widened.

"Next time I'll bring a trampoline to catch me," I retorted, trying to keep my voice cool and unaffected, but the effect was ruined by the fact that my breath was coming out in short gasps. So much for acting totally cool and calm. Crap.

And then it hit me. I had free fallen, and nothing had caught me, until I had hit the (hypothetical/virtual) pavement hard. He had betrayed me. HE HAD FUCKING BETRAYED ME! And he thought he could just waltz in and hold me down and smirk and blink those huge, beautiful, hazel eyes at me and everything would be okay? What was I? One of his stupid slutty girlfriends? Well! I wasn't going to stand for it!

I kneed him in the stomach and he let out a hoarse gasp and rolled off of me. "Katie – what the hell?"

"That's for being a fucking man whore! And no, James – I haven't forgiven you!"

"Katie…"

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you think everything was cool? Sorry, I think I gave you the wrong impression…like you did to me when you told me I could trust you!"

And with that reel, I leapt off of the bed and crashed into the bathroom, throwing the door shut behind me. I locked it and leaned against it, shaking. The memories were beginning to hit me with the speed of a train:

"Katie…" James whispered as he laid next to me on his queen sized bed, gently moving a strand of hair out of my eyes.

I turned my head to look at him, smiling blissfully. "Yeah?"

"I love you."

I felt my smile widen as my stomach swooped and my heart picked up its pace. "I love you too."

()()()()

"James? What's wrong?" I asked as he slammed into the apartment, eyes blazing.

"Oh…Katie…It's nothing…"

"James? What happened? Are you guys fighting again?"

James let out a long sigh as he sank down onto the couch beside me. "Yeah. I don't know K-Squared. I think the band might be breaking up soon."

"But…but…the band can't break up!" I protested. "It's what keeps everyone together! It's your guys' dream! And…what about us?" The last sentence came out soft and weak, like I was scared to say it, and in a way, I was.

James stood up and pulled me to my feet, before wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me to his body. "It'll be okay," he said. "I promise you now, Katie, that whatever happens, nothing will ever tear us apart. I will never leave you."

()()()()

I was pulled from my memories by my phone vibrating in my pocket. Oh no.

I got my phone out and flipped it open. Yep. The Replacement had thought it would be fun to send me a torturous text message: Hey there, K-Squared ;) Wow, things got pretty steamy between you and James, huh? But it's good that you're standing up for yourself. I bet it felt good, getting all of that off your chest after three years. But hot damn…Things could have gotten pretty heated there…Ah, well, there's still plenty of time for you two to kiss and make up, if you get my drift (hint, hint, nudge, nudge). –The Replacement.

My jaw dropped. Oh my gosh. There was no way The Replacement could not have known about James pinning me down on the bed just by listening at a freaking keyhole!

"JAMES!" I hollered, getting up off of the floor and yanking the door open. He was on the bed, head bowed over his iPhone. He looked up when I stormed into the room.

"Did you get a text message from The Replacement too?" he asked, his brow furrowing.

"YES! James, there's no way that they could have known without – "

"Without watching us," James agreed, face grim.

"So that means there really are cameras set up in here."

"But where?"

Before I could answer that, a voice suddenly echoed through the room, down the hall, in the next room: "We are about to set sail. Will every passenger please come to the front parlor? I repeat: Every passenger to the front parlor. Thank you."

James and I exchanged long looks. Could we have just heard The Replacement's voice? Was it even

possible? The voice sounded like a normal man's voice…It was hard to believe that it could belong to some psycho delinquent.

"I suppose we better head down to the 'front parlor'," James said, using his fingers as quotation marks. "And…um…about what happened earlier…I'm…I'm sorry…I just…I missed you. It was just way too easy to get back into the old habit of things."

I waved his apology off. "It's not a problem. You're right – it was way too easy to fall back into the old rhythms. Anyway, I kind of freaked out on you, so…" I wanted to apologize, but the words seemed to be blocked by an apple-sized lump in my throat, and I knew why. I wasn't sorry, not in the least.

James pursed his lips and gave me a sad look, his large hazel eyes even bigger and pathetic. I immediately felt my heart begin to break, but I dug my heels in and fought to stay strong. I couldn't melt every time he flashed a puppy-dog look at me. I was no longer a sixteen year old girl. I was nineteen, and no longer naïve. Fine. Call me jaded. Call me bitter. Call me whatever you want. But I refused to let myself fall into the patented James Diamond Trap. He hadn't meant to break my heart, but he had, and it was just proof that The Great James Diamond, the womanizer, the lady's man, the infamous player, was not meant to be tied down by anyone.

"Come on." I tugged at his arm to get him to move, and we left the room, James locking the door behind us.

From down the hall, I saw Carlos and Stephanie exiting their room as well. I waved to them, and they both waved back, before joining us.

"So…uh, how's your room?" James asked as he pulled an all-too familiar black comb from his back pocket and began running it through his rich brown locks.

"Small," Stephanie answered immediately. "There's one queen-sized bed and nowhere else to sleep. What about your guys'?"

"The same," I replied. "I don't know how Mom's going to feel when she finds out I'm sharing a bed with James Diamond, International Player Extraordinaire."

"IPE," Stephanie cracked, acronym-ing my new title for James, and we both burst out laughing.

James and Carlos just gave us looks like we were crazy, and then Carlos launched into a rendition of this one insane stunt on his show, Danger Deliver.

While the boys talked, Stephanie touched my arm. "Maybe we could switch rooms. Like, say, we could share a room, and James and Carlos can share one."

"Wha – you're not thrilled about sleeping in the same bed as Carlos?" I teased her, waggling my eyebrows.

"Oh, I'm very thrilled," Stephanie assured me in a low voice as we fell behind the guys a few feet, "but I

haven't seen him in so long…it just feels like rushing things a little too much, even if it's strictly platonic."

I sighed. "I know how that goes."

"Hmmm?"

"Oh – it's nothing. Sure, let's ask the boys if they want to switch the rooms up a bit – "

A split second after the last word left my mouth, all of our phones vibrated at the exact same time. Oh no.

James and Carlos both groaned.

"Now what?" Carlos mumbled as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Can't we go five minutes without getting a text from The Replacement?"

Stephanie and I exchanged looks.

"I think Katie and I might have triggered the texts," Stephanie admitted. "We were talking about changing rooms to make things a little less…weird…"

I wiggled my phone from my jeans pocket as well and opened the new batch of texts: Oh Katie and Stephanie darlings! Would you really want to switch the rooms? Imagine the effect that could have on poor James's and Carlos's egos! They might feel incompetent and undesirable! Now would you really want to do that to those poor boys? Besides, it won't be nearly as much fun if it's just you two! There'll be less scandal, less drama, less...well, just less! Anyway, if you two aren't convinced, I'll be forced to enforce one of the rules for the DLS-S: No switching of rooms. Sorry girls, you're going to have to stay with your assigned roomies. But don't worry – it'll be fun no matter what…especially for me. ;) –The Replacement.

"Well," Stephanie deadpanned, "that's not creepy at all."

"Incompetent and undesirable?" James repeated hotly. "What the hell? This – " he did his jazz-hands move down his face and down the length of his upper body " – is very competent and desirable! Just ask Katie – on second thought, don't ask Katie. Haha, I don't know why I said that…Ummm…That was…stupid…"

I face-palmed as both Carlos and Stephanie raised their eyebrows at me pointedly.

"He just means his abs," I assured them. "Because, you know, I've seen them a billion times."

"Oh, right, of course," Carlos said with a reassured smile, but Stephanie didn't look completely convinced. No wonder. Considering that I had practically hinted that something had happened between James and me, and now James's own slipup, she was probably already beginning to put the pieces together.

"So…um…anyone know where the front parlor is?" James asked as we reached the lobby. We all looked

around, and my ears pricked up at the sound of low voices in the next room.

"I think it's that one."

I led the others into the room just behind the lobby, and sure enough, there were already three other pairs in there: Logan and Griffin, Camille and Jo, and Gustavo and Kelly.

Logan wasn't talking to anyone, but Camille and Jo were chatting, while Griffin was talking with Gustavo and Kelly.

"So wow, this is really happening!" Carlos proclaimed cheerfully the second we stepped into the room. Everyone turned to look at us at Carlos's proclamation.

"You can't seriously be excited," Logan commented, his voice dry with an undertone of disgust. "We all got blackmailed and threatened into this cruise. I know you're not always the sharpest tool in the shed, but even you should be able to tell that this isn't just your ordinary luxury cruise."

"That's no reason not to be excited – I mean, come on Logie, the cruise was – technically – free! And we're all together again."

"And if this is going to turn into a preppy, High School Musical meeting, I'm outta here."

We all turned around to find Mom and Kendall hovering over the threshold. Well, that wasn't really correct. Mom had just crossed into the room, but Kendall was already spinning on his heel, about to do what he had just said he would do.

"Kendall!" Mom protested. "We're all supposed to gather here! You can't just leave!"

"Oh yeah?" he snarled. "Watch me!"

And that's when my little sister instincts kicked into high gear. I made a dash across the room and leapt onto Kendall's back, knocking him down to the ground.

"Ow – Katie – what the hell?"

"Now why does this seem familiar?" James muttered.

I stayed on Kendall's back, forcing him to lie on his stomach on the floor. Well, maybe it wasn't so much forcing him to, as trying to keep him in place. He was tall and muscled from dancing for so long, and then playing hockey professionally for the past three years. And then there was me, small at not even five-two, weighing just a little over a hundred pounds on a bad day. And today was not a bad day for my weight. But even though Kendall could have easily thrown me off of him, he didn't struggle.

I pinned his arms behind his back. "Don't even think about going anywhere," I hissed at him. "According to Logan, someone's secret is the reason we're all here – how do I know it's not yours and it's not your fault that we're all here? Man up, big brother, because otherwise I'm going to sneak into your room and paint flowers on your face…in un-washable paint."

Kendall snorted. "There's no such thing."

"Can you prove it?" I questioned. "Hmm, hmm? Where's the proof?"

Kendall grumbled under his breath, but finally said, "Fine. I won't run off. Just get off of me, Katie, I took a puck in the back during the last game."

"Ahhhh, poor baby, it must suck being you."

But I crawled off of him anyway.

Mom rushed forward and tried to help Kendall up, but he just glared at her and stood up stiffly, before stalking right past us into the main part of the room.

Wow. And things were going so well. The nerve of some people. Namely, my big brother. Hmmph.

I took Mom's hand and gave her a reassuring smile to remind her that she still had one child who didn't hate her, before tugging her away from the door.

The room was large, and reminded me a bit of a ballroom. The walls were painted a light, delicate gold, and the ceiling was a gold and white mosaic painting, while the floor was gold and white checkered. There were plush gold and white 18th century-style sofas lining the walls and low coffee tables with bouquets of flowers sitting neatly in them.

It was a pleasant room, very elegant, like the kind of room you might find in the Louvre palace.

A tall man with a head full of white hair and a captain's suit came into the room, rubbing his hands together excitedly. "Hello, my good passengers!" he exclaimed cheerfully. "I am Captain Montgomery, and I will be maneuvering this magnificent vessel through the beautiful Pacific Ocean."

Apparently he hadn't heard that the only reason why people were on this cruise was because they had gotten blackmailed into it.

"This cruise will last for two weeks. During that time, you are free to enjoy yourselves and forget about the stresses of your everyday lives."

And be forced to put up with the stress of someone spying on our every move and then sending us creepy texts about our actions. Yeah. That was really going to help de-stress us.

"We have a ten-foot deep pool, a Jacuzzi, a steam sauna, a dry sauna, an indoor tennis court, an indoor basketball court, and a gymnasium, among other activities. Breakfast will be served from six-o-clock until ten-o-clock AM, lunch from eleven-o-clock until two-o-clock PM, and dinner from five-o-clock until ten-o-clock PM. Snacks will be provided between meal times, and our kitchen is always open. But you must attend meals with your roommate – it is mandatory. Otherwise, you are free to do whatever you like."

Hmmm…there must be a catch here…I know there's a catch…

"So…enjoy your cruise everyone! We will be setting sail in five…four…three…two…"

There was a loud horn blast, the sound of an anchor being drawn up, and the ship kicked off towards the ocean.

And so begins the next two weeks of our lives…And perhaps the last two weeks of our lives…

But if this ship sinks, I'm going to make sure The Replacement is there to go down with it. Preferably with the rest of us in lifeboats.

Captain Montgomery bowed himself out of the room, and the second he did so, there was a sudden wave of vibrating and beeping cell phones. Oh great. Just what we needed – another text from the ever-friendly, peace-loving blackmailer.

We all glanced at each other nervously before pulling our phones out.

"Oh my…" Mom breathed out as she read the new message.

"Oh no…" Camille muttered.

And here was that trap I was looking for: So, now that we have set sail, the festivities can begin! I have a wonderful surprise for all of you – well, at least, it's wonderful for me. It's not so wonderful for you though. :( In the next two weeks, you will all be trapped here, on the DLS-S Cruise, like sardines in a can. But at the end of the two weeks, there will be a little accident. Not one of you will live to get off this ship – or if you do, it will be parts of your bodies, floating in the ocean. Perhaps this doesn't come as a shock to some of you, perhaps all of you. Perhaps you were even expecting it. Well, now I'm just confirming your suspicions: You will all die in exactly two weeks on the DLS-S Cruise, by my hand. You should have never tricked me or pissed me off, and now you all will pay the consequences for what you did. But have fun! Enjoy yourselves! Live life to the fullest! And take a good long look at land, at civilization, because you will never see it again. –The Replacement.

Ummm...so...how was it? Was it any good? Was it absolutely terrible?

So, does that more or less explain Logan's behavior? This was my first time writing from his POV, so I'm hoping it was okay. And wow, The Replacement...talk about creepy...not too mention dangerous.

Anyway, the review button hasn't been exercised in over a week, and could really use a good workout. So...review? The review button would be super grateful, and I would love to hear your thoughts on this chapter! :)