Still buzzing from meeting the boys last Sunday! Was so good! Picture's on my tumblr if you guys wanna have a look. (I'm basically the new fifth member ;) ) The link's on my profile. Anyways, this isn't a very long chapter, tried posting this last night but FF wouldn't let me sign on. So here it is. Enjoy.

The hours of the day seemed to drag like hell. The night didn't come soon enough. When the fading of the daylight would normally bring a peaceful relaxing mood for most people, the same could not be said for the four members of Big Time Rush. The darkness only brought more uncertainty and unease for the boys. The girl called Emily had forced the boys to sing constantly for well over two hours, performing four encores and an acoustic set. There was no word to describe how tired and drained they were after that. Then the girl had unbuckled their writing hands and forced the boys to sign enough CDs and pictures to fill two delivery trucks. Finally, the lunatic had re-strapped the boys' hands, moved them into a smaller room and left them in the dark, ensuring that today was just the beginning of the 'fun'.

The boys waited for about an hour, which to them could have been a day, for the speed at which time was accelerating for them. When they believed that they couldn't be overheard, they all broke out in a whisper to discuss their situation.

"Now's our chance to get out of here!" James began.

"And how would you propose we do that James? We're still strapped to these restraints." Logan protested. The boys fell back into silence, with only the metallic clicks from James struggling against his restraints filling the tiny dark room.

"JAMES!" Kendall barked in a hoarse whisper, "It's no use. Give it up." Even through the pitch darkness of the room, Kendall could see the whites of all three boys increase in size as their eyes widened at the leader's orders of defeat.

"Kendall, you can't be giving up?" Logan's voiced laced in disappointment but the blonde failing to reply to his friend, closing his eyes, wishing that sleep would take him away from reality. Never, in his entire life, had he wanted to escape his life and live someone else's.

"HELP!"

"Oh Gustavo, give it a rest! We've been screaming for ages. Someone would have heard us by now. If we want to get out of here, we're going to have to do it ourselves. And fast" Kelly began rummaging in her pockets, looking for anything they could use for escape. When she came up with no solutions, she awkwardly shifted her position to look at Gustavo. "Have you got anything in your pockets that can help?" Kelly was slammed against the splintery surface of the box that they found themselves confined in as Gustavo smashed his meaty fists into his jacket pockets. When he pulled his hands back, there was a pen, a diamond encrusted, four-finger ring and a pocketknife. Kelly quickly snatched the knife from Gustavo's grip and flipped open all the blades until she found one that would suffice the job she had installed. She began quickly chipping away at the wood inches from her face.

"K-K-Kelly. Are you…finding it harder to…breathe?"

"Yeah…that's why…we need to get out of here…quickly." She gasped back to the larger man just as the blade slipped off of the wood and slit her finger causing warm red liquid to ooze out from the fresh wound. Gustavo quickly slipped the ring on and began dragging his knuckles against the wood shaving off flakes of wood from the large surface.

Logan didn't sleep at all that night. Every time he felt himself about to give into the pull of sleep, his brain quickly started reminding him of his current situation that he and his friends were trapped in. He sighed as he attempted to push the discomfort back into the pit of his stomach, he'd feel a lot better if he could just change the position he was fixed in. Suddenly the door burst open, scattering rays of sunlight into the small room, causing the small brunette boy to squint as the light burnt at the back of his retina.

"Time to wake up guys. The fun's about to begin again." She walked into the room and began pulling boy band member by boy band member out of the dark room into the larger bright room.

The room was completely different from when they last saw it. The hundreds of chairs had been removed and the entire floor was empty. A large projector screen had been placed center stage. Logan's eyes widened as he saw the image that was plastered over the screen. Once Emily finished pulling James into the room, she left to climb onto the stage, her tall figure looking microscopic besides the large screen.

"Now, this is getting stupid. We all know about you guys."

"What do you mean?" Carlos asked, remaining in denial, despite the images on the screen clearly elaborating on the girl's words.

"Carlos. Why do you have to be so dumb? We all know what's going on between you guys. It's all over the internet." She retrieved a small remote from her pocket, pressing a button on it, causing the screen to scroll downwards, revealing more images, as she progressed through the Tumblr dashboard. "Now as much as I love you and James. I prefer Kogan. Everything about it just screams romance. You two really do love each other. But you need to embrace it."

"Are you freaking kidding me? I'm straight. So is Kendall. We both just had girlfriends."

"Minor details. Like I said, you're in denial. You used Jo and Camille as distractions from your love to each other. A gay beard. But I'm going to help you guys." She smiled as she jammed her thumb onto a button on her remote and the screen began retracting to reveal a large queen sized bed. "Kendall, Logan. I'm about to release you from your restraints, make a move to escape and I won't hesitate to put a bullet in your chest. You're to both come up here and sit on the bed. Got it?"

"You've got no chance." Logan spat with Kendall remaining silent, not having said a word since the previous night. Emily, reacting with lightning speeds, shot the gun and Logan closed his eyes, ready to embrace the bullet that was about to rupture through his skin. But there was no pain. He opened his eyes and saw the smoking gun in Emily's hand. She hadn't shot him. Relief began to swim over him until an excruciating scream rang past his eardrums. Logan snapped his head in the direction of the scream. Carlos' face had turned as white as a piece of paper and Logan cast his eyesight down to the Latino's body. Blood was seeping out of the fresh bullet wound that had been created in his shoulder. "Oh my god. Carlos, Carlos, are you okay?"

"I've just been shot, what do you fucking think?"

"Don't worry. He'll live. Nothing major was hit. But the longer you take to agree to what I'm saying, the closer the next bullet gets to his heart."

"Fine. Release us." Kendall finally spoke, his voice slightly more audible than a whisper. Emily smiled, as if a switch had been flicked, swapping her from crazy, schizophrenic to normal teenage fan.

"Great." She jumped off of the stage and hurried over to the two boys, removing the straps that were holding them in place. Kendall didn't make eye contact as he moved across the room and up onto the stage. Logan refused to move up onto the stage, instead rushing to his friend and putting his limited doctor's knowledge to use. He pulled off his grey sweater vest and tugged at the material, ripping it into a strip. He forcefully tied it around Carlos' wound, much to the boy's protests.

"We need to slow the bleeding until we can get you help." His whisper full of nothing but concern. "Just try and stay awake." Carlos gave a shaky nod. Logan turned to face the girl standing next to the stage with Kendall. "He needs to get to a hospital."

"He'll live."

"He needs to get to a hospital. Now!"

"I said, he'll live." The girl's temper rising to the surface again as her hand twitched against the handle of her gun.

"Look, I've agreed to do what you want. Just let him and James go, he needs medical help."

"I can't do that. They'll tell the police and then they'll break up this little date. Now get on the bed with Kendall!" Emily wasn't messing around anymore; she had the gun pointed directly at Logan's head. Logan raised his hands and headed slowly to the stage. He shimmied himself onto the bed, keeping as much distance as he can between the blonde and himself.

"Hey! What about us?" James' voice screeched up towards the stage.

"Oh don't worry. I'll let you watch." Emily winked at the clear look of disgust on the pretty boy's face, before she turned back to the two boys on the bed. "You're gonna need to be closer than that." She said with a smile, until none of the boys moved. She raised the gun once again and Kendall shuffled closer to Logan. "That's better. Now…kiss him."