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Chapter 5: Ordinary

"Do you think Kendall got his memory back yet? I hope he remembers!" Carlos shouted.

"I hope so too!" Logan smirked at Carlos' kiddie expression. For some reason Carlos always looked like the child of the group, but it was untrue. They were basically all the same age, just a few months apart. In a way, though ... he was. He was easily excited over the littlest of things, and he loved corndogs. Right now, it was a good feeling. Nothing was that much wrong with Kendall except for the fact that he was almost kidnapped by the world's creepiest pedophile. He's just glad he was in the safety of the hospital.

James didn't really say anything the whole car trip to the hospital. In his gut, he could feel something was wrong. When a criminal strikes, they usually don't let their 'prey' get away. Of course he didn't want to worry Logan and Carlos about that natural thought of his, because it was just his anxiety taking over. The second day is always like that, right? As he turned into the parking spot, he saw a few police cars near the entrance. His heart dropped with fear. "I wonder what's ... wrong at the hospital," he could barely get out a word.

Carlos' kiddie attitude that Logan loved so much switched to a confused puppy.

They all hurriedly ran into the hospital, asking the nearby officers the questions that they had swarming their thoughts. James got one of the officers' attention. The man looked quite serious for the situation. "Excuse me, what happened here?" James asked, observing the hospital.

The officer turned toward James and looked him over. "Please go about your business, sir. We don't need anyone else panicking," the officer nodded, and continued working.

"P-please, sir. Our friend is a patient here! P-please..?" Carlos sighed with worry, and gave the officer his sad puppy eyes. He didn't fake it, though. He was honestly scared.

The policeman sighed, and began to explain, "are you three aware of the serial killer by the name of 'Captain'?" the three boys nodded eagerly. "He has kidnapped his next victim. The patients name was written as Knight, Kendall."

James, Logan, and little Carlos froze, white as sheets. None of them had enough bravery to speak. "Wh-when did this happen?" Logan managed to get out.

"Around 11:00AM of yesterday morning," he replied. "Do any of you have any information that might lead us to the perpetrator?"

"All we know is Kendall was his target just before he was admitted to the hospital. Other than that, we have no idea ..." James took a deep breath. The other thing James knew was: he had to find Kendall, and he had to find him fast. He was worried of so many things. What if Kendall got his memory back while he was with the perpetrator? What would he do? Or, what if he took advantage of Kendall's amnesia ... James shivered at the thought of it. He wasn't going to let his best friend die, nor was he going to let him get hurt. No matter how hard he will have to push himself, he was going to do ANYTHING to get Kendall back. "Please find him soon ..." he nodded at the police officer, and left, his two friends trailing behind.

"So what now?" Carlos sighed.

Logan sidewalked next to Carlos and wrapped his arm around him. "Live life, 'Litos," he shrugged. "What else can we do? Everyday, we can check up on the situation with the police, but that's about it ... we can't do anything else." Logan hated not being able to do anything else. He wanted to say, 'yeah! It'll be okay, Carlos! We can track the serial killer and everything will be fine!' but he couldn't. They can't track him, and nothing is EVER fine. Logan was supposed to be the smart one in the group ... everytime Kendall couldn't think of anything, he could randomly come up with a brilliant idea and solve the whole problem. He mentally punched himself for not doing that.

The only thing going through all of their heads right now was, 'Kendall, please be all right ...'

Kendall woke up to cool air blowing on his face, something just barely covering his eyes. "mmnhn ..." he moaned, touching his head to feel what was on it. A cap. He blinked his eyes, trying to focus on what was in front of him. "W-what ... happened?" he rubbed his eyes, a bit of pain still aching in his stomach.

"You fainted. You must be dehydrated," Captain said, handing a water bottle to a weak Kendall.

Kendall quickly drank the whole bottle and sat upright in his seat, reaching for his seatbelt and locking it in place. Even with amnesia, he still remembers safety precautions. "So ... c-can you tell me more about the past? What was I like? Where's ... mom?" he zoned out on that last part.

"Well Kendie, you were quite the trouble maker, but I loved you for that. Always a daredevil when it came to climbing trees ... good times. You also loved me telling you bedtime stories," he created false information, "Your mom, well ... she was in a car accident when you were just a toddler."

Kendall sighed, having the sudden feeling of sadness dwelling inside of him. "Did-did you have any nicknames for me when I was a kid?"

Captain could think of a thousand names, the most pleasurable feeling deep inside his gut. "My little blondie. But mostly I would call you small pint," he laughed quietly. "We're almost there, small pint."

Kendall smirked. He couldn't help but feel like he was forgetting something, or leaving something behind ... It must be his imagination, though. Since he was with his own father. But everything was still confusing. His brain wasn't working right. He couldn't make quick decisions, math equations, even remember someone's Birthday! "Dad," he said honestly, "how old am I?"

His false father half laughed. "17. Did you not remember?"

Kendall sighed, built up frustration dwelling inside. "I, no, I didn't. I'm really angry that I can't remember my own age, you know? I can never think straight anymore ... I feel like I'm not remembering something important, or-or something's wrong ..."

Captain had a look of concern written on his face. "Son, you're safe here. I promise you, nothing is wrong. The government just has some secrets out there, and ... you would've been a test subject if it weren't for me. I love you, Kendall. Please don't be worried." he tried to reassure Kendall as much as possible. "We're here." he said, pulling into his driveway.

"O-oh! I can't wait to see the old house!" he fiddled with his shirt with a smile on his face.

Walking into the house, Kendall could smell a bit of rental house. It didn't seem familiar to him, but it might just be his amnesia. "It took quite a long time to get here ... how long was it?"

"It took almost 6 hours. Of course you were asleep for most of the time," he half laughed. "Want to see your room?"

"Is it my old room..?"

Captain shook his head. "Sadly, no. It's only a guest room. But I'm sure you'll feel at home,"

Kendall took a quick look at the room. And his dad was right. He did feel safe. "I-I think I want to get my ... night clothes on," Kendall gave him an unsure smile.

"Need any help? There's nothing that I haven't seen before," he smirked. In a way, he was right ... there isn't any place he hasn't seen ...

"I might, I still feel a bit lightheaded from before. Kendall was happy he had proper help around him.

Captain mentally licked his lips. "I have some extra 'night clothes' right in these drawers. Just your size, too!" he took out a pair of PJ's that had a shirt with 'CALIFORNIA' on the front, and blue sleeves. The pants were your average blue PJ shorts with pockets on the sides. "First your shirt ..." he lifted up Kendall's shirt, observing his defenseless body, then his pants, which showed even more.

Afterwards, Kendall was all clothed up with comfortable loose pajamas. He felt so relieved and so tired. And also partly hungry. His stomach growled as he put his hand over it. "I haven't had any food except breakfast ... which I kind of ... got rid of when I puked," Kendall pushed his lower lip out slightly, looking innocently at his father.

"Get comfortable in bed, I'll fetch you some food and water," he smiled.

Kendall jumped into his bed as any 6-year-old would, fluffing up his pillow, and pulling his sheets and blankets up, he felt an odd sensation in his chest ... He felt alone and weak. He knew he had amnesia, but he could've sworn there was a big yellow slide in the house, or-or maybe an orange couch. This house looked dull, almost like an elderly home ... his dad didn't explain much about it when they got there. All he said was this room wasn't Kendall's old one.

The door opened, Captain had brought a corndog and some water. He put it by Kendall's night table and ruffled his hair. "If you want to take a nap, you can if you want," he suggested.

Kendall shrugged as he took a few bites of his cornddog, along with his drink of water. "I just ... I just don't feel right-right ... now. It's almost like my body is somehow trying to grasp onto reality, but it's leaving me in the dark as a dream," he sighed. "Did I ever have any ... friends growing up?"

"Wh-yes! Many! But after we moved that one year, you were having trouble making new ones," his false father looked at him with some sympathy. "I can't imagine enough how tough that was for you."

Kendall remembered those three guys at his hospital room-Kanes ... uhh ... Rogan, and ... Mario..? "I saw a few guys in my hospital room earlier today ... they said they were my friends since kindergarten. Could it be possible they were some of my old friends?"

Captain shifted his position, giving an unsure nod at his beloved blonde. "It could be possible," suddenly he came up with a great idea to make things seem more normal to Kendall. It could be risky, though. "Hey, what's say you and me go out for a walk? Well, after you take your nap and regain your strength, huh?"

Kendall smiled, eager to get some rest and go. "Yeah! That sounds awesome!" he exclaimed as he put the corndog stick back on his plate, and finished his water. "I'm actually feeling a bit ... tired now. M-more than before, actuall-" he yawned, rubbing his eyes. "-y ... see you wh'n I w'ke up ..." he scooted down into his blankets.

"G'night, my precious little blondie ..." he smirked, giving Kendall the sloppiest kiss on the forehead. Leaving his room, he whispered 'Just like honey,' and just barely shut the door. Repeating it again after he was gone. This was going to be great.

Kendall moaned himself awake, sitting up to check what time it was, he was surprised that it was 12:00PM. He slept the whole night last night, and it was only about 6 o'clock! He's never felt as tired as last night before ... and his body felt really strange. He was startled when his false father came barging in without knocking. He gave him a bright smile, and went to his bedside with some clothes and a hoodie. Kendall got out of bed, fixing his wild bedhead and started to remove his clothes. For some reason, his dad would just stand there. Watching him. He would never question it, because he partly understood why. He's probably there in case Kendall passes out again, or loses his balance. What a nice father.

As he was getting dressed, Kendall hadn't realize what he had done back at the hospital. This has been going through his head for quite a while now, but he'd never thought once to talk about it. After dressing himself in some decent clothes and his hoodie, his father gestured towards the door, handing him a bagel slice with cream cheese spread on it. Pulling his hood up, it hid his face perfectly. Both of them were quite silent for most of the walk. It all seemed a bit awkward at first, but Kendall started to realize how good life was. The birds were tweeting, and the cold wind brushed against his jacket's sleeves, some cold air managing to get through the small openings.

A girl seemed to be staring at him with a confused expression, almost like she'd seen him before. Her hands were in her jacket's pockets, her head tilted forward to see him better. She looked around his age, her features were unfamiliar. Kendall was a bit startled at that, so he walked close to his protector. Luckily, his hoodie was pulled forward enough so you couldn't see his eyes, but that didn't stop that girl from bumping into him purposely. "Have I seen you before?" she asked, eyes twinkling with eagerness.

"I don't think so, I'm just an ... ordinary teenager," he replied with a shrug, sorry to burst her bubble.

The girl apologised, and pushed his hoodie back out of his face. "I DO know you! You're from that one boy band!" she shouted with excitment.

Kendall stood there, exposed to this young girl's sight of him. He suddenly felt a bit lightheaded. "I think you have me confused with someone else," he laughed nervously, "please, I'm not in any boy band. I promise you." he gave his most sincere look and carried on walking.

She walked right in front of his path, and began to explain how lucky she was to meet him.

Captain had a look of anger and annoyance. "He said he isn't from any boy band, will you KINDLY get out of our way?" he held in his anger.

"Are you his new bodyguard? How about the other three members? James-"

Captain grew as angry as ever and walked right in her face, and began huffing out, "If you don't get out of BOTH of our faces, we will call the police, and don't think we won't. We both have had a long day, and believe me, if you annoy any of us ONE more time, I will drag your face across the nearest CONCRETE PAVEMENT," said Captain, still huffing out his anger at her. He glanced at the street they were on and scared her off. She looked like she was welling up with tears. What a cry baby. Captain sighed with relief, beckoning a worried Kendall to follow him again.

Kendall was startled. Could it be possible his father has anger issues, or is he just overly protective of his son? He shook it all off and continued walking. He also began to wonder what she meant by boyband. What band member could he possibley look like? Other three? He stopped in place. James. When she began to list off the other members, James was one of them. He remembers their names now. James, Logan, and Carlos. Those three people have been following him around lately ...

"Small pint, what's wrong?" Captain looked over his shoulder.

"N-nothing."

A cliffhanger of all cliffhangers. PLEASE DON'T HATE ME. I gave you guys another chapter, and it's over 2k words! YAYYYy. I swear I'll try to update soon. I have a feeling I will more often. OH, and do you guys want me to just update this for now, or continue any other stories, or make new ones? I'd love to hear some feedback on this! When do you think Kendall is going to get his memory back? Captain is creepy, isn't he? When would you want me to update this? Please review! :)

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