Chapter Ten

Plans Unfold, Peace Is Eminent

"I never thought that being tied to you guys would be this unbearable." Patrick joked, trying to ease the tension. All that he got were mumbles in reply.

Patrick, Noah, Lizzie, and Sydney had been dragged to the warehouse by knife-point almost as soon as they were tired together. Their attacker had held it against Noah's back as they barked directions to the warehouse. Once they were inside, they were grabbed by the front of the rope and rigged up to some pulley system, so they were now being dangled in the center of the room, lightly swinging back and forth. Every time they struggled to get out of the ropes, it would tighten just a little bit more, so they got the message pretty quickly to not move. Either way, Noah could already feel his wrists being rubbed raw, it stung each time he moved, and he could feel blood starting to drip down his hands.

"So what do you want to do with them? We're going to need to get rid of the evidence."

"Not yet, I want them to at least hear about our plan before we get rid of them."

The four friends squeezed their eyes shut as a blinding light suddenly filled the room. Lizzie squinted her eyes, waiting to get adjusted to the light. She looked around the room, it looked better than the rest of the warehouse. She had barely gotten a glimpse of the warehouse as they were being put in, the roof was full of holes, and the outside panels looked like they would fall apart at the sudden gust of wind. But here, the room that they were in, it was better kept.

She must have found out about this warehouse and fixed it up, knowing that no one else came here. Lizzie reasoned to herself. Once her eyes adjusted to the light, and she looked down towards the floor, at the two girls that were looking up at them, proud grins on their faces. She let out a gasp as she got a good look at them. "They're-"

"Twins," Sydney supplied. "I thought so." He shrugged a little. "I was going to say it when we were attacked, but I guess they knew that that was what I was going to say."

"I must admit that I underestimated you way too much," Lissa said as she scratched the back of her head. "I mean, I knew you were smart, but not this smart." She frowned. "Logan's smart, but you're a genius or something." She snapped. "I should have done more research on you." She turned to Mel. "I told you that the boys were going to be a problem too."

Mel shrugged as if to say 'I don't' care'. "We got them just like we wanted; I don't care if they know our little secret." She smiled pleasantly. "We just need to get their sisters here, get rid of them, and have Dak and WayneWayne to ourselves."

"You're a real sick fuck, you know that?" Noah commented.

Mel shrugged again. "You're acting like I've never heard that before." She said mysteriously. She slowly walked in a circle on the floor, looking at them at all angles. Her gaze locked onto Lizzie and her sweet smile widened. "It's such a pity I have to get rid of my future sister-in-law." She said wistfully.

"If you think that my brother is going to marry you, you're a fucking psycho." Lizzie snarled, resisting the urge to swing her legs down and kick Mel in the face.

"Oh, we are," Lissa said with a straight face and a nod. "You think we don't know that? Our parents even know that we're insane, but they don't care." She tilted her head to the side. "They wouldn't even give us the medication that we needed when we were diagnosed as schizophrenic." She suddenly looked wistful as she looked down at the knife in her hand. She flipped it into the air, catching it in her hand by the handle before turning and throwing it towards the four teens. It whizzed by Patrick's ear, making a whistling sound as it went. "Darn," Lissa pouted as she crossed the room to get the knife.

"What are we going to do?" Lizzie whispered as quietly as possible.

"Don't worry," Noah whispered back. "By this point, the others know that we're not at the hotel and are looking for us," he nodded over to Patrick. Lizzie whipped her head around the other way and craned her neck to look at Patrick. He kept his gaze on the floor, but with his hands stuck behind his back, he had somehow managed to get his phone from his pocket and was quietly typing on it. "They should be here soon."

"If she knew that we were dating and we never said anything to anyone, then she's been following us longer than we thought." Riley concluded, bringing a hand up to her forehead. She quickly ran her hand through her hair. "A lot longer than we thought, she could still be following us now."

WayneWayne noticed her anxiety and immediately felt his senses move into peak position. He knew that it was the adrenaline and the fear of being attacked at any moment that was driving it. Fans were unpredictable, and he had read many stories where the ones that they were stalking had been injured by them. Who knew what was going to happen to them now.

It's a good thing that Lizzie's walking with the boys back to the hotel. Or else they'd be sitting ducks. WayneWayne had that thought a split second before an even worse thought filled his head. I hope she didn't-

WayneWayne shifted his eyes back over to Riley, who suddenly froze, her eyes wide open. He knew that she had just had the same thought that she did, and before he could reach out to grab her, she turned and ran down the street, reaching the sidewalk that she had seen her brothers and friend turn down. He could tell from the way she ran back to him that they weren't there.

"Don't panic," he said before she could say anything. "Maybe they got back to the hotel."

"No," Riley shook her head. "No way, I know that something's up, I know she did something to them." She turned around, hearing footsteps as Dak and Rhuben burst out of the theatre building and over to their friends. "We think that she did something to them." She blurted out.

"I had the same feeling," Dak explained. "I can't even begin to explain it, it might be brother's intuition, or my over protectiveness or something," he took a deep breath from having ran so hard, so fast. "But I think something happened to Liz." He shook his head. "Like I said, I can't explain it, but I feel like she's in trouble."

"If she is," Rhuben looked grim. "And she's with our brothers; she wouldn't be in that much trouble. But if all of them are being overpowered, then yes." She nodded once. "It's bad, especially since this chick had restraining orders placed on her over and over and that numerous managers deem her as dangerous." She cracked her knuckles nervously as she looked around. "It's very bad."

"So what are we going to do?" WayneWayne asked. "Call the police?"

"That's the last thing that I would want to do," Rhuben replied, shaking her head. "If this chick is as insane as we think, then hearing police sirens might make her go completely insane and hurt them or even…" she paused, not able to say the word. "Do something worse before we can stop her."

"So what should we do?" Riley asked.

There was a bit of silence then. That was the problem. They didn't know what to do. This girl had obviously been following them around for a long time, having known stuff they didn't even tell their closest friends, and now they could see that she was strong enough to take down two teenage boys, a teenage girl, and a little boy with no problem at all. Going to the police was out, and they had no idea where to even start looking for them.

"Knowing Syd," Rhuben spoke up. "Or even one of my brothers, he would leave behind something that would help us figure out where they are." She placed her hands over her face, taking a deep breath as she closed her eyes, thinking. She then turned and walked quickly down to the edge of the street to the corner. Riley, Dak, and WayneWayne followed her, trying to keep up with her pace. She looked both ways, and then up at the moon, before down the street again. Finally, she turned back around with a determined look in her eyes. "I have an idea." She announced.

"So when can we hear about your plan?" Noah asked quickly, hoping to drown out the clicking sounds as Patrick continued to type slowly. "You said so yourself, you wanted us to hear it before you got rid of us, or whatever."

"Oh," Lissa clapped her hands together, not seeming to care that she had a knife in her hands. "This should be fun." She turned to Mel. "Do you want to start?"

"Sure," Mel shrugged. "After being pushed away from Ryan, Jacoby, and Davin, we figured that there had to be someone out there that would return the feelings of appreciation that we had for them. So we thought about Big Time Rush, but they didn't have that…I don't know what really," she twirled her hair around her finger as she continued to speak, as if talking to a therapist. "They didn't have that spark that we wanted."

"They were too famous." Lissa jumped in.

"Yeah, that must have been it." Mel shrugged as she started to pace in a circle once more. "They were too famous; too many people already liked them. So we looked through your group of friends and noticed that Dak and WayneWayne were good looking."

"Very good looking," Lissa corrected. She started to rock back and forth on her heels. "At that moment, we decided to know everything about them. Their favorite color, food, TV Show, sport, drink. Time or birth. EVERYTHING so that we could feel closer to them. And it worked."

"Ok," Lizzie swallowed thickly. "So we know that you're just as crazy as you originally thought. Explain how you knew where we were always going to be!" She demanded, putting up a false bravado.

Her heart was thudding in her chest and she wanted to cry. She had never been this sacred in her entire life; all she wanted was for her brother to be by her side, telling her that everything was going to be ok and that they could get through his together. But that wasn't going to happen if they couldn't find a way to get out captivity.

Lissa's smile waned. She turned to Sydney. "Why don't you ask him? He found our tumblrs and everything; he should be able to tell you the whole story."

Sydney hesitated for a moment. "This started back when we had the pool party at Dak's house," he said slowly. Mel and Lissa turned their attention to him. "One of them was hiding in the bushes, after stalking Dak enough to find out his address. They were in the bushes, taking the attention from us as Rugby started barking at her, so the other could be undetected."

"You're right so far." Lissa said with a nod.

"What would they need to distract us for?" Patrick asked, lifting his head from the ground. His eyes shifted back and forth from Mel to Lissa over and over again, watching to make sure that they didn't notice his hands. If they looked up at a certain angle, they would see him texting for sure.

Sydney frowned, seemingly stumped. He closed his eyes and thought really hard about it. "To bug Dak's and WayneWayne's phones," he said suddenly. Lissa smiled again. "They monitored all of their phone calls as well as their ScuttleButters and MyFaces to follow Dak and WayneWayne around."

"Congrats," Mel clapped slowly. "You're such a smart little boy, you figured it all out."

"But," Sydney continued, causing Mel to freeze. "You heard something that you didn't like, which was what caused you to move faster than you intended. You followed Dak to Denver and WayneWayne to Vancouver when you knew that we were going to be in Australia, because you wanted to steal them from my sisters faster." He accused. "You knew they were dating and that set you off, so you tried to gain their trust faster, which still didn't work."

"Seriously, Syd, how do you do that?" Patrick asked. He swiveled his head and looked at Noah. "Makes you wish that you inherited Dad's smarts, huh?" Noah gave a half smile as he nodded in reply, before grimacing at the pain in his wrists.

Mel started to clap once more, acknowledging that what he said was completely true. "When I found out that Dak told her your secret about your family pretty quickly," Mel gave a little giggle, obviously very proud of herself. She turned to Lissa, who was grinning just as brightly. "I figured that I would use it to our advantage." She turned back to Lizzie. "It's nice to know that your family is exactly like ours," she left out a wistful sigh. "Dak and I have that in common, we'd be perfect for each other." She placed a finger to her chin. "Oh and we sent a letters to WayneWayne's mom about you guys, saying that you're nothing but thieves, liars, and drug dealers. And that you got into all sorts of trouble back home, just so we could raise some tension there. We didn't have to worry about the Zevons because, you know, they're never home."

Sydney said as he nodded slowly. "That makes sense." He nodded. "Hate to admit it, but I'm actually impressed."

"Yeah, I bet it took you months to figure that one out." Patrick said sarcastically.

Mel's innocent expression faded and her mask cracked. Now they could see how angry she was. Turning to Lissa, she grabbed the knife from her hand and stormed over to the four friends. Before they could even try kicking her away, she pulled her arm back and thrust it forward, stabbing the knife into Patrick's thigh. She grinned gleefully as she pulled the knife back out, watching his blood spurt into the air.

Patrick grimaced in pain, clenching his teeth together as he tried not to scream out loud. His face paled and beads of sweat popped up on his forehead. His knee-jerk reaction to reach down and grab his thigh caused him to drop the phone that he was holding. Mel jumped back, as if it was scalding hot water, watching as it fell to the floor.

"Pat," Noah whispered. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine." Patrick managed to reply, sucking air between his teeth.

Lissa snatched the phone off of the ground, looking at the screen. The phone was completely cracked, not of use to anyone. With a loud cry of 'fuck' she tossed the phone across the room. She turned to Mel and grabbed onto her shoulders, digging her fingers into the skin so hard that a grown man would cry out. But Mel just stood there, looking at her sister.

"I don't know if he got a text out," Lissa rasped. "But if he did, we should get rid of them now, before we have even more problems to deal with."

"Alright," Mel reached into her pocket and pulled out a knife. She then walked over to the free end of the rope that was tied to a metal beam in the room. She slowly started to untie it. "How should we do this?" she asked. "Quick or slow?"

"I think slowly would be better," Lissa said as her face darkened. She picked up her knife and looked at her reflection in it. "That way I can enjoy their screaming for mercy." She let out a low, throaty laugh and walked closer to the four friends, as Mel slowly lowered them to the ground. Lissa turned to Patrick, reaching a hand out towards him. "I'll show you that you don't mess with someone that's holding a weapon against you." She hissed.

They weren't sure what happened in that exact moment. But something had flown across the room, striking Mel in the hand, causing her to cry out in pain and in rage. At the same time, she ripped her hands away from the rope, causing Patrick, Noah, Sydney, and Lizzie to let out cries of surprise as they hurtled towards the floor. There was s distinct crack as they hit the ground in a heap, but they weren't sure who it came from.

"Mel, you ok?" Lissa turned to her sister, who was holding onto her wrist, the back of her hand very red. She nodded. "What happened?"

"I don't know," Mel shook her head. "But something just hit me in the fucking hand." She tightened her grip on her wrist. "It fucking hurts like shit man." She turned to Lissa and tossed her head back in the direction of their prisoners. "Make sure they don't get away.

Lissa nodded and turned back to them, but took a step back when she saw Dak and WayneWayne untying Patrick, Noah, and Sydney. Rhuben had already grabbed Patrick under the arm and lifted him to his feet, holding his weight across her shoulders. Riley was pulling the others to their feet.

"NO!" Mel and Lissa screeched at the top of their lungs. The sound was so piercing that everyone stopped, wanting to put their hands over their ears, but they knew that they had to keep going or they wouldn't be able to get out. "YOU'RE NOT LEAVING!"

"Give it up," Riley said as she helped Lizzie over to her brother. "The police are already outside, and they're waiting to come in here," she held up her phone, which showed that a call was being made. "Make any sudden movements and you'll have a SWAT team with guys pointed in your faces." She waited as Lissa turned to Mel, slowly lowering her knife to the floor.

Their shoulders slumped, knowing that they were defeated.

They had risked everything that they wanted; all for the chance at love, and it just came back and bit them in the ass.

Lissa tossed her knife to the floor before walking over to her twin and wrapping her arms around her shoulders.

"So how did you find us?" Sydney asked from where he was sitting on the edge of Patrick's bed, being careful not to bump his injured leg. He turned and looked at Dak, WayneWayne, Riley, and Rhuben. "It took you about 40 minutes to get there, I wasn't sure if Pat got a text out to you."

"He didn't apparently," Dak said from where he was sitting by Lizzie's bed, holding onto her hand. They were all in the hospital, running down time as visiting hours were going to end soon. Patrick's leg had been bandaged up pretty quickly, but Lizzie had broken her foot on the fall back to the floor. "We never got a text."

Noah's eyebrows rose in confusion. "Then how'd you find us."

"Rhu figured it out, actually," WayneWayne replied. "With the help of Sydney of course."

"Of course." Patrick rolled his eyes.

"It wasn't that hard," Rhuben shrugged her shoulders modestly, pulling her hair behind her ears. "I mean, since you guys were only gone from Riles for about 10 seconds, there was no way that you got back to the hotel that fast, so we knew that you were taken. And you also couldn't have been taken by one person, so we knew that there had to be someone else that helped, it was then that we knew that "Melissa" was two people." Sydney nodded, kicking his legs back and forth. "I also noticed a scrape through a patch of mud, and knowing that you guys drag your feet whenever you're scared and you're being moved, that it was one of you." She moved over to Patrick's bed and grabbed onto Noah's foot, lifting up his right ankle, showing a smear of mud on the back of his right shoe.

Noah gave a sheepish smile as Rhuben lowered his foot; tossing his hair out of his face. He leaned back against the pillows that were on his bed, glancing over at Patrick. He could tell, without Patrick even having to move, that he was anxious. Anything hospital or needle related and he wanted to jump out of his skin. The fact that all of his friends were around him relaxed him a little bit, but not much.

"But, there was one tiny thing that made her figure out where you guys have gone," Riley said, holding her thumb and index finger an inch apart. "And it was a leftover trail."

"Of what?" Lizzie asked eyes wide with curiosity.

Rhuben chuckled. "The stickers off of a dole banana, and there's only one boy that I know that likes bananas so much." She reached out and tickled Sydney under the chin, causing him to laugh and push her hand away.

"I'm glad I could help." He smiled and then blinked. "But what did you do to get Mel to let go of the rope, something hit her hand." He said.

"Oh," WayneWayne smiled and reached out, rubbing Riley's back. "She threw a rock at her."

"Hey," Riley shrugged. "I don't like baseball for nothing." She chuckled. "So, yeah, that's basically the tale of our little adventure tonight."

"And Ronan knows?" Patrick asked, worry evident in his voice.

"Mhm," Dak nodded. "And the police, but they're going to try their hardest to keep this out of the media, except for the whole stalking thing. Because that's something that fans and other celebrities need to know about, so they know what to do if it happens to them."

Silence filled the room. Everyone was thinking the same thing. They had heard so many stories about celebrities being stalked in Hollywood. They heard about Uma Thurman, Miley Cyrus, Mila Kunis, Anna Kournikova, Conan O'Brien, and even Rebecca Schaeffer's stalkers. People that seemed too innocent, that just wanted to be with the celebrity so badly that made bad decision that put the others in danger. One had even ended up being murdered. If Mel and Lissa had been a little bit more insane, or had a bit more strategic about their plan, who could tell what could have happened?

"So the guys are going to be here this weekend," WayneWayne said as he stretched his arms over his head. He rolled his shoulders and leaned forward on the back of the chair that he was sitting on. "Should we tell them what happened?"

"Please," Lizzie rolled her eyes. "They were the ones that decided to go and do a tour. They're the ones that missed this," she smiled a little as she tilted her head to the side, slowly brushing her hair with her fingers. It was her tell-tale sign that she had a mischievous idea. "I say we don't tell them."

"They're going to find out anyway," Patrick pointed out. He then flashed a toothy smile over to his sisters. "If Jo's not too busy gushing over you and your boyfriends I mean."

Riley and Rhuben just rolled their eyes.

"I'm sorry," Dr. Morrison walked back into the room, giving a gentle smile. "But I'm going to have to ask you guys to leave, visiting hours are over and these two need their rest."

"Alright," Dak got to his feet and gave his sister a kiss on the cheek before pulling her blankets up to her chest and tucking her into the bed. "I've called Mom and Dad and they're going to be here soon, but you'll probably only see them tomorrow morning." He held ups his fist. "Get better."

"I will," Lizzie replied with a smile, bumping her fist against his.

Riley, Rhuben, Noah, and Sydney quickly said goodbye to Patrick, trying to reassure him as much as possible that he would be fine, knowing that he hated doctors, hospitals, and needles. But knowing that they couldn't stay, Patrick was trying t put on a brave face, even though they knew he was worried to death. They followed Dak and WayneWayne out of the room and down to the lobby, where they were going to meet up with Ronan so he could take them back to the hotel.

"So," Dak rubbed his hands together before putting his arm around Rhuben's shoulders. "How are we going to explain this to everyone?"

"Hm," WayneWayne pretended to rub his chin as he reached down and grabbed onto Riley's hand. "We'll think of something." He replied.

THE END

A/N: I'm sorry guys, this story started out as being one of my longer ones, but then when I made it that Patrick, Noah, Sydney, and Lizzie were taken in the last chapter; I realized that there wasn't much left for the story to do. The only thing I COULD do was make shorter chapters, but has more updates, with Dak, WayneWayne, Riley, and Rhuben going to find them. But then I figured I could get it done in this chapter. I HOPE that I didn't leave any loose ends and that I answered everything.

I bet you think that them getting into the warehouse and everything was anti-climactic, but they're teenagers without guns, so I didn't see that there would be too much violence or anything in the story. And it was a way for me to write a story that was focused more on mystery than anything else. So I at least hoped that you liked that aspect of it. I might do an epilogue.

So, sorry that the end really snuck up on you guys, but I felt that it was the best way to go. I'm so glad that you all enjoyed it so much and I'm thankful for those that reviewed, favorites, and alerted the story. It started out with a good idea, it WAS going to be longer, but as I wrote each chapter, I basically screwed myself for making it a long story. So I'm apologizing once again, but I'm glad that you took the time to read it. I'm gonna wait a bit before I upload a new story and when I do, it'll either be one called 'Twin Trouble' or 'Someone Like You'.

Thanks again!

Cheers,

-Riles