Dominoes

Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anybody from Big Time Rush. I just own Andrew and the plot.

"The streets were dark with something more than night."
~Raymond Chandler

Chapter Three

A New Target

"We need to take him to a hospital Kendall!"

"And risk Ford taking him? No way James!"

Carlos set a plate of mac and cheese in front of Logan, who picked up a fork and dove right in. Carlos sighed at his debating friends. James wanted to take Logan to a hospital to his injuries treated and Kendall didn't. Carlos stayed silent as usual and watched Logan it. It still seemed like a dream to Carlos that Logan was really back.

"Ford is hunting him down James! He believes we took Logan from him! Ford took Logan from us, and I'm not letting him go out in public till Ford is behind bars!" Kendall screamed.

"Ford wasn't caught for two years! Logan could die before Ford even kills someone!" James screamed from a chair.

"I'm not suffering from any internal bleeding James. I'm going to be fine with time." Logan said in a small voice.

"I just want to stop taking risks, ok?" James said.

"What's life without a few risks?" Kendall said bitterly.

"How about this? We sneak Logan out of the building and into the car. And in the hospital we keep guard at his door at all times. No way Ford can get in." James suggested.

"Fine, but you stay here."

"No!"

"You're supposed to be on bed rest anyways. The doctors at the hospital will put us in the morgue if we let you go there."

"Fine." James grumbled.

Logan put down his fork and Carlos helped him up. Kendall grabbed a blanket around him and they led him out of the apartment. James could only watch, wishing he could be going.

He decided to occupy himself with some television. Into an hour and half and Jeopardy, he was bored out of his mind. He found his eyelids drooping and he let sleep take over.

A few hours later, James heard the apartment door opening. He glanced at the clock and saw it was ten twenty-two. Kendall, Carlos, and Logan had left for the hospital a little over two hours ago. Had the doctors said Logan was fine and could go home? James rolled over on the couch and heard footsteps in hall. He heard them coming towards him and rolled back over to see who was coming. He opened his eyes to see none other than Andrew Ford hovering over him.

James knew there was little he could with his foot in a cast. So he brought his fist up and Ford grabbed it. He twisted it backwards and James screamed. Ford grabbed James by the collar of his shirt and threw him across the room, just like he had done at the docks a week earlier.

James hit the wall hard and fell to the floor. He looked up to see Ford charging towards him, his brown eyes filled with rage. Ford's fist came slamming down and James rolled to the side and heard Ford's fist hit the ground. Then he felt Ford's fist come in contact with his jaw.

James felt blood begin to dribble out of his mouth. He laid face down and pretended to be unconscious, hoping Ford would leave. But as he felt kick after kick, he knew Ford wasn't leaving any time soon.

"What do you want?" James wheezed out.

"What do I want?" Ford screamed "What you idiots took from me!"

"We didn't take Logan. He found us. We thought he was dead!"

"Well you thought wrong. Now where is he?"

"I don't know. I fell asleep and the rest of the boys where gone."

Ford stopped kicking. He walked out of the room and into the kitchen. James clutched his stomach, wishing Ford would just go away. But he heard Ford's footsteps coming into the room, and James prepared himself for another beating.

"I'm going to ask you this one more time, Pretty Boy. Where are they?" Ford hissed.

"I don't know." James said backing. He refused to tell Ford where Logan was. Now that James knew of the horrors Logan had been living, he couldn't let him go back. No matter how much Ford's attacks hurt, James knew he had to stand his ground.

"That's a shame Pretty Boy. You and your little buddy are a lot alike. But now that he's gone, I want him back. And since he isn't here, and you and him are so alike, I'm going to make a replacement for him out of you." Ford said, a sinister smile covering his face.

James's eyes widen. He tried to get to his feet quickly, but fell back down a small step later due to his broken foot. James fell to the wooden floor and crawled into the kitchen. He crawled towards the knives and was pulling himself up to grab one when Ford walked in and grabbed him the collar of his blue t-shirt. Ford pulled James out of the apartment and down the hall. James struggled the entire time, but to no avail. He couldn't do anything with the cast on his leg.

Ford picked James up and carried him over his shoulder down the stairs. James punched Ford in the back and even tried to bite him, but Ford just laughed.

James found himself staring at the stars. He still struggled against Ford's grip, but kept losing. He heard Ford pop open the trunk of a car and Ford dropped him into it. James quickly shot up to jump out, but Ford slammed the trunk door closing, hitting James in the head in the process.

He was in the dark. James felt the car moving backwards, then nothing else.

This was not originally how I planned this chapter to go. I blame and thank Falling to Fly for the idea.

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