Sorry for the long hiatus, guys! I'm always making excuses when I shouldn't, and honestly, I realized that I don't include Kendall's mom and sister in my stories ... AHH! Thank you all for supporting me, and giving me that feedback I always love. (And I genuinely don't know why I keep writing these creepy fanfictions ...) BTW, it's always with Kendall! Hmmm ... (By the way, this was supposed to be published WAAAY earlier! I had some kind of stomach virus so I couldn't type, but I'm better now!)

Chapter 4: Aye aye!

Captain disliked everything in his way. His childhood was a waste of time, and his own brothers were so aggravating. Isn't that how everyone feels, though? No family is complete without a bit of sibling rivalry, right? He never felt connected to his two brothers. He barely knew them well. Captain always liked the idea of being the puppet master in his little world. As a child, he was mostly 'confused' as his parents would put it. He was interested in Barbie at the age of 10. His parents thought it was the first stage of being gay, but they were partly wrong. Captain liked both sexes the same, but he prefered males a bit more than females.

At the age of 18, he took on the role of being 'Captain', the next criminal to enter the world. His mother had always disapproved of his wishes, and he hated her for that. His life was unfair, and his whole family was in the way ... by his 21st Birthday, his brothers started giving him too much hell. He couldn't stand it. A short while after getting kicked around and punched in the face just for being born, he took a kitchen knife, and stabbed his older brother Daniel. Aaron stood there with terror shaking his body, watching his younger brother gasp out his last breath. Of course, Captain did it out of defending himself ... but something felt ... good about it. He took someone's life. There's no further future for that soul. He's gone.

He stared at Aaron with a malicious expression casted on his face. Throwing the knife to the ground, he took off without another word. He commited a murder to his own brother. His mother and father would never forgive him for that. So what if his parents wouldn't love him anymore? He's 21-years-old. He should have been moved out of the house long before. Even though he knows nothing of himself anymore, he still knows one thing ... his hunt for young blondes has begun, and there's no stopping him from all of the pleasure he will feel after every victim ...

After his second murder, Captain made the news. He was reported to be the blonde snatcher. About 2 years later, one of his victims survived his kidnapping and explained small details about Captain. A few days after, the victim was murdered in his own home for giving out information to the police. He is known to play with the blondes like Ken dolls, or Barbies. Perfect, blonde little dolls. After they break, or have no more use to him, he kills them off. He is known to have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and other anxiety disorders.

The Captain is sailing, Kendall ... and he's out to play with you.

Kendall was beyond confused at this point. His head hurt, he had three strangers in his room, and-why was he in a hospital room? He couldn't seem to recall anything from before he woke up. It felt like something was was trying to tell him something, but he had no brain power to remember it. He had an after taste of medicine, and a huge headache. He also felt a bit nervous at this point. Something seemed off, but he ignored it. "W-why am I here?" he coughed. What has he done wrong? It almost looked like he had upset the three strangers.

"I'm James, this short one is Carlos, and that's Logan. We've been your friends since kindergarten. You're in the hospital because ... well, because you were in an accident," James calmly explained, "do you remember anything?"

A nurse knocked at the door, carrying a platter of some food for Kendall. "Don't mind me, please continue!" she smiled.

Kendall glanced at the nurse and zoned out at his blankets. "Not ... really," he squinted his eyes, "I only remember a car, but that's about it. My head also hurts to remember things ... c-can I please rest a bit?" Kendall asked, taking little bites at his breakfast.

His three friends nodded and gave sympathetic looks. On their way out, Carlos waved his best friend a goodbye, and smiled at him. They all hoped this amnesia wouldn't last long, or they were going to have a hard time at work. Kendall couldn't even remember his favorite song. After Kendall had finished a small amout of food, he pushed the slide out table to the side and shimmied down into his blankets, turning onto his side. He had three friends, but what about his parents? Did he have a mother? Did he have a father? What about siblings? He didn't understand why he might've been in a car accident. Can't people just drive safe? He couldn't remember anything besides a car involved into the situation, but was it truly a car accident, or is he creating false memories? Many questions ran through his mind, but he couldn't answer them right now. Instead, he closed his eyes, and hoped for the best.

The only problem was he couldn't fall asleep. He had a headache and it hurt to lie down. His stomach had also felt a bit vile. He groaned as the feeling got more and more unpleasent, at this point he was confused. Knowing what was probably bound to happen, he pressed the help button on the small remote next to his bed. A nurse came in and asked him what was wrong, but he could only reply by expelling his insides into the pink container by his bedside.

The nurse helped him to sit up and with her gloves, she took the dirty container to wash it. "Have you had anything before this happened?" she asked.

Kendall blinked his eyes, still shocked as to what just happened. "M-my breakfast that came earlier," he shivered.

The nurse put the now empty container back beside him and removed her gloves. "Your body must still be adjusting. You don't feel you now, so you're body is trying to fix it. It'll be fine, though. It's all over," she smiled. "Call if you need anything."

Watching the door close, he now felt afraid, but calmed. At least it's over ... well, that's what he had hoped.

Knocking, and a voice at the other end of his door.

"Come in," he quietly said.

A tall brunette man entered the room with a sympathetic expression, a hand covering his mouth with shock. "Kendall, son ... are you okay? I've been worried sick about you. I heard what happened," he said, unable to grasp at what was happening. This man had casual clothes on. His hair was cut into a hairstyle similar to Kendall's and he had bright blue eyes.

The man who seems like Kendall's father holds his hand and looks into his eyes. "Kendall, I know you're partly injured, but you need to listen to me, okay?" his possible father said, sighing. Kendall nodded. "These doctors, these ... people, they're all liars. They're hurting you, and I need to save you." he explained.

Kendall didn't know whether to believe him or not. Was he the one who was lying? He didn't even know he had a father. Everything was going too fast so suddenly, his head was spinning. He couldn't think straight. But who better to believe other than your own father ... right? He nodded, too confused to realize what he was doing. He could see the happiness in his father's eyes, and that's all he cared about. He was handed his clothes to switch to.

"You know, you used to come to me all the time asking me to help you put on your clothes ..." he half laughed.

"I-I did?" Kendall furrowed his eyebrows as he tried getting up from his bed. His vision got blurry, but it adjusted soon after.

"Yeah, those were good ... times," he smirked and looked at Kendall, realizing he put the shirt on backwards. "You put the shirt on backwards." He stated. The poor boy couldn't tell left from right. "Here, let me help you-" Kendall's father pulled Kendall's shirt off and flipped it around. The sight of Kendall's bare body was ... invigorating to him. He put Kendall's shirt on the correct way and ruffled his hair as a father would.

"So ... how are we going to get out?" Kendall started having second thoughts about all of this, but since he wasn't that okay in the head, he decided to go with his father. He looked ... sort of like a relative, so he must be. Out of all honesty, nothing seemed real.

"Through the window. This hospital doesn't have much in the back, so it'll be an easy getaway," he opened the window and helped Kendall. "We're just on the second floor." he said, stepping down onto the short roof with him.

Kendall groaned as his head pounded with a headache. He held his head, trying to subside the pain, but nothing could help. His father was talking him through it, telling him to climb down a short way and into his car. Kendall managed to climb down, but as soon as he got to the ground, he lost balance and fell unconscious.

The man picked Kendall up, seating him into his car. "Oh, Kendall. How are you so gullible? You'll trust anyone, won't you?" as the brunette man sat in the driver seat, he put a baseball cap on Kendall's head to a tilt, and put a pair of sunglasses on himself, whistling 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'.

Hi again! Okay, so ... the ending was kind of rough, and I might fail you guys again with a chapter after this one, but believe me, I will try my best to update! Soooo? How did you like this chapter? Did I do good? WHO IS THAT MAN!? IS TIME AN ILLUSION? :{O Sorry, I got excited! A review lets me know you like it! Love you all! B) (Plus, I'm not sure I got everything right about the hospital info, but I hope I did well!)

Toot sweet, xLazy-Brunette