One Mistake & No Survivors

Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone from Big Time Rush. The girls belong to their creators. I only own the plot.

Chapter Nine

Unwanted Reunion

Elena's POV

I sense someone holding me in the arms. I roll my head and find my hand searching for anything. Someone shushes me and places my hand back against my chest. I moan and again I'm shushed.

"It's okay Elena." I hear Caleb say. "We're almost back to the motel."

"Caleb?" I ask, but my speech is beyond slurred.

"I'm here baby sis. Don't worry. I got you." Caleb muttered, but even in my daze, I can hear the panic in his voice. I want so desperately to reassure him that I am alright, but I won't lie. Darkness creeps up on me and I pass back out.

Kameryn's POV

I'm slammed into a wall, wincing in pain. My older brother, Marcus, in his drunken rage, swings his fist at me. It comes in contact with my jaw, and I drop to the floor, screaming in pain. I curl myself into ball, hoping to avoid Marcus's violent foot, which has broken many of my ribs over the years.

Glass shatters and I don't look for the source of the sound.. Marcus has probably broken something again and will cut me with the glass. But I hear Marcus's huge body slam into the floor. Silence covers the room, something I'm not use too. I lift my head, my blonde hair a mess in my face.

And in the middle of my apartment, stands Ciri Russo.

I push myself off the floor, despite my physical condition. I sway a little, but put my fists out in front of myself, preparing myself for a fight that I can actually defend myself in.

Ciri steps on the glass, which shatters under the pressure of her boot. She walks towards me till she reaches me. My breathe is jagged from Marcus's beating, but I keep up a defense pose.

"Miss me?" Ciri asks, smirking. She grabs my throat and shoves me against the wall. I feel her grip become tighter and I gasp for air. Ciri slides me up the wall, and I feel my feet are no longer in contact with the floor. I continue to gasp and struggle for air, and finally Ciri drops me. I fall onto my hands and knees, taking in the sweet air.

"That was just a little taste of what Logan is going to get in the following days." Ciri says, getting down to my level. I continue to take in air and glance at her from the side. "We're back, and this time, well, we are winning. Game over for you and your little Scooby Doo Gang."

Ciri stands up again and kicks me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me. I fall over to my side, fighting back tears from all the abuse I suffered tonight. I listen as Ciri walks out the front door to my apartment and slams the door shut behind her. I inch my way over to the phone and dial the number to the airport.

"I need the first ticket you got to Los Angeles." I say.

Amanda's POV

I press my knife hard up against Samantha Tyler's neck. She squirms a little, but gives a cocky smile. Erika has Vivian Gold in a headlock. Erika and I met up a few hours ago when all of a sudden we were attacked by Samantha and Vivian.

"Tell me how you got out." I say to Vivian. I spin Samantha around, showing the girl the knife. "Or Samantha here gets it."

"Why don't you just ask Samantha?" Vivian snaps. Erika tightens her grip around Vivian's neck, and I watch her as she winces in pain.

"You answer because Amanda asked you." Erika says harshly. "Now, answer, or you and your friend both have a fast pass straight to hell."

"What is this?" Vivian questions. "This little integration? Some kind of ride at an amusement park?"

"No." I responded. I press the tip of the knife a little into Samantha's neck, drawing up some blood. "But this can be your death if you prefer."

"No way we will tell you!" Samantha screams. I press the knife harder into her neck.

"I suggest you don't talk." I whisper. "Now, are all of you out, or just you and Little Miss Preppy here?"

"Did you really think that you could keep us there?" Vivian says. "Trapped in a small cell? I thought you two were supposed to be some of the top spies in the world, and you couldn't even figure out that we would escape."

"Is there just two of you?" I repeat.

"What do you think?" Samantha says. All of a sudden, I'm knocked over by something. I hear Erika slam to the ground too. My knife slides away from me and I hear Samantha and Vivian running off. I turn over to see Janessa Manning standing over me, gun in hand. She cocks it at me, smiling widely. On my right, Astoria Greenbaum stands over Erika, gun in her hand.

"So, did one of you fine ladies bring any chips for this little party?" I tease.

"Ha." Janessa says, faking a laugh. "Didn't you learn in preschool how to play nice Amanda? Because what you and Erika were doing to Vivian and Samantha was not nice."

"Didn't you learn that you're supposed to stop playing dress up years ago?" I smirk. To my right, I hear Astoria cock her gun.

"Watch your mouth Amanda." Astoria warns. "Unless you want a bullet put through little Erika's brain here."

"Like you have the guts to do that." I laugh.

Astoria fires off her gun; the shot ringing out in my ears. I scream, but to my relief Astoria hasn't shot Erika, rather she shot the ground above her shoulder.

"You leave her alone." I say.

"Or what?" Janessa asks. "Put us back in jail?"

"I think its best you two leave now." Erika says. "Because I have just signaled for backup, and its on its way.

Janessa and Astoria exchange a look, then take off in the direction Vivian and Samantha did. I get up to chase after them, but Erika grabs my wrist.

"You alright?" I ask Erika. Erika, her brown eyes still wide with fear, just nods her head. And with that response, I know Erika isn't okay.

But then again, are any of us?