Jazzy: Watz up! I'm doing this in the middle of English class cause I'm...bored!

Carlos: *taps Jazzy's shoulder. Gives her a orange lily*

Jazzy: *slightly blushes* Thanks.

Enjoy the story, and see who Mr. C's next victim shall BE! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Disclamer: I don't own anything besides the plot, my O/C, and my cats! If I owned Big Time Rush, Kames and Cargan would be real!

*Flameheart2013*

Three days had passed since Kendall's funeral.

It was very similar to James's, except that Kendall was in the casket and it was his life shown as a video. Jazzy had recorded it on camera because Mrs. Knight and Katie, Kendall's mother and younger sister, were stuck in a snowstorm in Minnesota and could not make it.

Logan sat quietly in the Los Angeles library, focusing on a book called "Unsolved Murders."

He flipped through the pages, trying to find an unsolved case similar to his best friend's unplanned deaths over the last week. The police were almost no help because they found no leads or, evidence as to exactly who killed the teenage boys.

After searching through 6 chapters, he finally found a case similar, yet extremely familiar to his.

A young Hispanic girl named Carly Garcia was found dead in a skate park in New York. It was three days after she left Minnesota to attend the National Skateboarding Championship. She

was only fifteen, and she loved to skateboard. Her skateboard was stabbed into her stomach, while the wheels were taken out of the board and stuffed down her throat.

Logan's mind flashed a small memory of a certain day at 5 years old. Carly was Carlos's older sister by ten years!

A book fell out of a shelf. Logan picked up the book to find a purple envelope with a red ribbon tied to it.

He put the book back in the shelf, carefully untied the ribbon, and opened the envelope.

"You never really wanted to be in a band. You wanted to be a doctor and save lives. But, there are some injuries so terrible, that doctors that can't even save themselves. ~C".

Logan quickly dropped the envelope and grabbed his car keys. Suddenly, a hand slapped over his mouth. Logan dropped his car keys and tried to scream. "Hush! You shouldn't scream. This is a library. Besides, no one will hear you." A voice growled. Logan felt a sudden sharp pain and only watched as the colors of his world faded away.

Jazzmine sat under a tree at the Palm Woods Park with her orange laptop book bag next to her. She was nervous because of everything that happened and the fact that Logan was not picking up his cell phone.

Carlos walked over to her. "You okay?" He asked her. "Sure, I guess." She muttered. Carlos sat next to her and kissed her. "I know you're nervous, but Logan will be fine."

The mysterious man let out a long breath as he finally managed to stab the car keys in his victim's hand, which was now red.

He took Logan's cell phone out of his pocket and clicked on All Contacts; He strolled down until he found the name he was looking for. Jazzy D. Mitchell. The mystery man sent a text message to her and hid behind a bookshelf.

"You got a text!" Jazzy's phone rang out. Jazzmine's face brightened when she saw that the text came from her twin brother, Logan. "Lost my car keys. Can you help me find them at the library? ~Logan."

"OK, Logan needs us to help find his car keys." Jazzmine told Carlos as she picked up her book bag. "That's strange. I never think he'd lose them, especially at a library." Carlos whispered as they left the Palm Woods Park.

Half an hour later, Carlos and Jazzy finally arrived at the library to see police tapes and an ambulance. "What." She whispered. She grabbed Carlos's hand and led him to the back door, which only she and Logan knew about.

When she quietly opened the door, her heart dropped like a rock in a lake.

Logan was on the floor, blood running down from Logan's head and neck to the floor like the Amazon River. Jazzy had dropped her book bag pushed the cops away to check his pulse. Nothing. She saw his blood run from his hand onto her arm.

Carlos's father, Officer Garcia, pulled her away from her dead brother's body. Carlos stood near the door like a statue. He didn't move, blink or even breathe for a minute. He could not believe Logan was dead.

Logan had been shot, twice in the head and stabbed in the back. His neck was slit open along with his stomach. Jazzmine could see Logan's lungs and, his heart before she passed out.

Flameheart2013: Huh? HUH? Now, KEEP THE KILLING INSTRUMENTS AWAY FROM ME!

*everyone puts down their knifes and other things, happy and dissapointed.*

Flameheart2013: Good. Looks like Logan was the victim. Who will be next? Who is this guy? Why can't Kurt find the perfect guy?

Big Time Rush: O_O

Flameheart: Sorry. Well, you're gonna have to wait for Chapter 6. :-D.