Dominoes

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

"Stupidity should be painful." ~Unknown

Chapter Five

Stupidity

Carlos sat in a chair facing a wall, banging his head on the wall. Kendall was trying to pull him away from the wall and Logan was still hyperventilating, although occasionally Logan pulled the bag away from his mouth and shouted, "Who are you!"

And all the time, Andrew Ford stood in the hall closet, watching them fall apart.

Kendall finally tore Carlos away from the wall and threw him to the ground. Carlos curled up into a ball on the floor and began crying.

"Were idiots! We were home for twenty minutes before we even noticed he was gone!" Carlos cried out.

Kendall backed away from Carlos, who continued to cry. Logan continued to wheeze and shout.

Kendall Knight felt like a child trapped inside a cage, who desperately wanted to get out.

He wanted his mom beside him, telling him everything was going to be ok. Kendall wanted Katie and her crazy schemes to make it big in Hollywood. He wanted Gustavo to scream at him for being a dog. He wanted to feel Jo's lips on his.

"Who are you!" Logan shouted again.

Kendall crossed the room and knelt beside Logan, who had resumed breathing into the bag.

"I'm Kendall Knight. I'm a leader and would rather put himself in the line of fire rather then his friends. I'm strong and confident. And I'm going to find Andrew Ford and stop him from ever hurting any of my friends again. I promise you I will do that. And Kendall Knight doesn't break his promises."

"You really think your going to win Kendall?"

Kendall instantly moved his body in front of Logan's. Kendall's blue eyes slowly moved up the man in front of him.

"I do Ford." Kendall growled from the floor.

Ford laughed. Then his eyes moved to Logan, who was trying to peer out from behind Kendall.

"Good to see you Logan. Now, isn't of having some screaming match or fighting, why don't you just give me back what is mine? Then after that we could maybe go grab a bite to eat or see a movie. Wouldn't that be fun?" Ford said sarcastically.

"You're going to die Ford. You won't win."

"Kendall, Kendall, Kendall. How many times will I have to tell you this before you get it? I. Always. Win."

James was out of breath when he finally made it back to his apartment. His leg was killing him and his lungs were gasping for air. He fumbled to get his key in the lock. When he did, he opened the door quietly, afraid to awaken any of his friends if they were home.

James stepped into the apartment and froze in the doorway. Ford, who had his back to James, was looming over Kendall, who sat on the floor in front of Logan.

Slipping into the apartment, James closed the door silently. He moved his way over to Ford, who was unaware James was even there. James grabbed a picture frame off the wall and walked behind Ford. Bringing the picture frame behind his head, James slammed the frame over Ford's head, sending a rain of glass all over Kendall. Ford fell to the ground, groaning while he laid there, recovering from James's attack. James stood over Ford, panting.

"You ok?" James asked.

"Fine. Call the police." Kendall said back.

James turned to get the phone when Ford's hand shot out and grabbed his ankle. James fell the floor with a thud. Kendall flung himself onto Ford, leaving Logan unprotected. Carlos, who had been watching the entire scene, crawled up behind Logan, wrapped his arm around Logan's waist and pulled him into the kitchen. Carlos placed Logan in a corner and grabbed the closet weapon he could find. Carlos handed Logan a frying pan and ran off to help Kendall and James, who were struggling to overpower Ford.

Kendall and Ford were rolling around on the floor, both fighting to be on top. James was trying to pin Ford's wrist to the floor so Kendall could gain the upper hand. Ford swung his fist, hitting James in the jaw. Kendall threw a punch and hit Ford face. Ford swung again and his fist hit James in the nose and in the eye. Carlos joined the fight. He shoved James off to the side, refusing to let him fight anymore with his leg. Carlos crawled over Kendall, who was now on top of Ford, and slammed his fist down onto Ford's face. Carlos felt Ford's nose crack. Ford screamed and Kendall hit Ford in the stomach. James watched through his swelling eye as two of his best friends fought Ford. Carlos threw another punch. Kendall pushed Carlos aside and grabbed Ford by the collar of his shirt, pulled him up, then slammed him down onto the ground. Carlos and James winced as they heard the crack of Ford's head against the wooden floor.

"Why can't you give it up Ford? You're the one who will never win!" Kendall screamed.

"You're next Knight! Forget your little drunk buddy, I'm going to kill you! I don't know how Pretty Boy got out, but I'm hunting you down next. And after you're gone, nothing will stop me from getting your friends!" Ford screamed back as a small stream of blood began to flow from the back of his head.

Kendall stood up, grabbed Ford's shirt collar again and threw him into the front door. Every breath Kendall took was sharp and filled with anger. Carlos watched from the doorway of the kitchen, while James watched from under the blood and bruises on his face. Kendall waited to see what Ford would do. When Ford laid unmoving, Kendall approached him. He bent down and reached his fingers out to find a pulse when Ford's fist flew out and knocked him to the ground. While Kendall was stunned, Ford got up and ran out of the apartment. Carlos got up and chased him down the stairs. Carlos could hear Ford breathing heavily as they ran out into the night. Carlos chased him down a street. Ford rounded a corner, followed by Carlos a few seconds later. But Carlos was too late. Ford was gone.

Carlos walked back to the apartment and slammed the door behind him. James still laid panting against the wall and Kendall was next to him, trying to stop the bleeding with the sleeve of his shirt. Carlos fell against the doorway of Kendall's room.

"We let him escape again." Kendall said.

"Were idiots Kendall. We are filled with stupidity." Carlos said. "Maybe Ford's right. Maybe we will never win. Maybe it would be better in we just ran. Just get away from here. Just leave life behind. It seems better than to fight. We just need to leave, Kendall. Just leave and never return. And maybe for all of us, instead of stopping somewhere for a break, we just keep running. Run and never, ever look back."