Yolo! I'm back! I just got back from my first exam actually, hoping I did decent. That class was my favorite but not my strongest point; of all the essays we did, only one came out perfect the first time. Still, the teacher was nice enough to help me out and I have like a low B, but still hoping my Captain America shirt and overall good mood helped me there! I have two exams on Monday, with a three-hour gap between them so I should be able to update then. I won't be updating Saturday since I'm sleeping over my friends' for the weekend and we're having an early Christmas party since next Wednesday our Christmas break starts! Yay, we college kids don't have to come back until Jan. 13th! Yay, I'm so happy! Anyway, thank you all so much for the support for this story! I can't believe the plot has gotten so much positive input, yet thank you all the same! This chapter is for you guys, thanks for helping this Captain America fan create another interesting BTR fanfic! Okay, onward to the new chapter! A showdown begins, oh yeah! Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush! I just own posters, all close up pictures of them, but nothing else! I wish I did own Big Time rush, though! Enjoy! Hope this chapter provides smiles and thrills!
"James, stop this now!" Jett said, he and Lucy landing gracefully on their feet with their weapons (Jett's bladed gloves and Lucy's bare fists) drawn at the ready.
James and Camille merely smirked at each other from under their masks, weapons drawn at the ready too.
"Finally, we thought the party would have to start without you two." James sneered, shotgun pointed at Jett.
"C-Camille, what is going on?" Lucy asked in a choked gasp, stance not as solid since she could soon be picking a fight with her estranged girlfriend.
'I'm sorry, Lu.'
"That's none of your business now, is it? Me and Jay have a job to do, so you two either help out or get cut down to size. Your pick!" Camille snarled, gripping the handle of her long sword with both hands.
'N-no, she can't be under the influence of Griffin's drugs, can she?' Lucy thought with horror; the thought that Griffin took her often crazy, yet sweet and loving girlfriend and defiled her the way he did her, Jett and James...
It made Lucy see red, she itching to steal one of Jett's hidden daggers from his belt and find and slit the bastard's throat herself.
"James, we don't have to do this. We're friends, best friends almost l-like brothers! I promised you that you wouldn't have to fight this battle alone, the battle you're struggling with inside! I know you're torn, you're torn between the two different lives you've led all these years and don't know what to do but this isn't the way! Just free Kendall and come to us unarmed, you know me and Lucy won't hurt you! You said you didn't want this life anymore, remember? You said you wanted to be free of Griffin and your mercenary life but that won't happen if you do this! If you kill K-Kendall and then us, you'll just be playing into the prick's hands!" Jett tried to appeal to James' good side, he tried to reach his best friend that he knew was there still deep down.
Somewhere behind the anger and hatred, was the James Dylan Diamond he met and came to love like a brother.
James flinched under his mask, eyes their natural hazel-green as he pushed his mask up until his mouth was exposed.
What was chilling, though, was the cruel smirk on his lips.
"Please, I knew you'd pull this trick. That's why Camille picked us up some insurance."
Camille nodded and went to the controls of the crane, pressing a few buttons. Kendall let out a yelp as he was swung violently to the right, eyes wide in fear that they were about to drop him to his death; he was caught off guard however when Jett let out a blood-curdling scream.
"DAK!" Said raven was hanging from the crane as well, tied opposite of Kendall. He was unconscious, a small stream of blood leaving his lower lip. He was still breathing, but barely; a few blood spots could be found on his torso, more specifically his ribs.
"What the hell did you two do to him?!" Lucy shouted, James (and Camille too, since she pulled her mask up to her lips as well) letting out a bark for a laugh.
"Don't worry, Lu. We just roughed him up a bit, a few bruised ribs and a split lip. Nothing he can't recover from, though tonight me and Cam aren't exactly planning on sparing an innocent catch."
"J-James stop this, Dak is innocent like you said! You said so yourself he's innocent so let him go, just kill me but not him please!" Kendall begged, though said brunette brushed him off.
"Y-you fucking traitor...!" Jett growled, shoulders trembling.
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"Ah, so cute to see all my kids playing nice!"
Everyone (apart from Dak) turned their attention to the newcomer, a man in a black suit clapping his hands in a mixture of applause and amusement.
He was in his early forties, best guess, with gray-white hair, tanned skin and dark brown eyes that often looked black. He didn't look that strong, had more of a lanky built, but he had to be if he trained James, Jett, Lucy and Camille himself when they were kids. He was smirking, cruelly too, as he went on clapping, never leaving the safe area of the open door that left to the roof though.
'Arthur Griffin.' Kendall thought coldly, normally bright green eyes going a darker olive tone.
Despite the fear rushing through him, he couldn't help but feel an intense, deep hatred for the man.
'H-he's the reason James is like this, all of this is his damn fault!'
"Griffin, what the HELL did to do to my girlfriend?!" Lucy snarled, Jett being the only person holding her back from tearing the bastard to shreds. Griffin held up his hands in the universal sign of surrender, his smirk still in place.
"You act as if I really did anything, Lucy. Have you never stopped to think she's doing this willingly, just like James here?"
"We KNOW you did something, you fucking bastard! Y-you gave James a higher dosage of that crap didn't you, you gave him a higher dosage of the drug and it's completely left him haywire! He's lost all sense of right and wrong and you did on it purpose; you preyed on his vulnerability, you knew how DESTROYED he was with Kendall gone and took advantage of that! You turned him, no you forced him into the very thing he never wanted to be!" Jett screamed, mask off and tears in his eyes.
"And you did something to Camille too! You turned them against us, you prick you damn ruined our family!" Lucy added; yes, she considered James and Jett as much family as Camille. The two of them had been there for her through the bad and even worst of times, and now Griffin has broken that bond and turned one of her brothers against her along with her girlfriend.
He was going to pay dearly, dearly for that.
Griffin shrugged his shoulders and snapped his fingers; James and Camille back-flipped through the air until they stood either side of him, he smugly grinning. "Well well, if you want them back so badly...go ahead and try to take them back! James, Camille! Now!"
"Yes sir." The two echoed before they fixed their masks and drew their weapons again, Camille sticking with her long sword while James went back to his twin handguns, and pounced; James went for Jett, Camille after Lucy.
"Let's fight back, we're going to teach Griffin not to mess with us!" Jett shouted as an order, Lucy nodding as they pulled their masks back in place and dodged the twin attack.
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"Come on Cami, snap out of it! I know you're in there!" Lucy kept saying over and over as she dodged Camille's slashes, managing to ditch out a leap back when Camille nearly tried to cut through her like glass.
Camille hissed and lashed out again, Lucy catching the blade between her gloved hands; the rocker girl soon twisted her body around so her grip fell over Camille's hands, over the handle of the sword. It wasn't long before the two started having a tug-of-war session, all the while Lucy trying to avoid the high kicks Camille was trying to nail at her chin or stomach.
"Come on it's me, Lucy! Your Lulu, your rocker girl from another world!"
"I know who you are, I just don't care." Camille said in a bored sort of tone, jerking the long sword forward then pulling just as sharply back; Lucy let out a shout as the blade sliced her arm, she trying to stop the flow of blood as Camille recovered her stance.
"Camille, listen to me!"
"I'm tired of hearing you talk, just shut up and fight!" Camille said frustrated as she jumped high into the air, lashing out low with her sword.
'Please, please God help me keep this act up!'
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"Okay James just drop the act, stop before you make me hurt you!" Jett shouted, having to hop and scramble around like a jackrabbit to avoid the shower of bullets flying everywhere. Jett went for a sprint, James not far behind as he went on shooting, doing a back-flip in the air to turn into a wheel of gun fire and bullets.
"Does this feel like an act to you?!"
"What?!" Jett took in a sharp breath as James landed in front of him, catching him by surprise before James kicked him hard across the jaw. Jett let out a yell, blood leaving his nose since the heel of James' foot also collided there, and he was nearly sent flying a good few feet away, nearly over the edge. He pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into the concrete before he could fall off the roof, cradling his now swollen jaw.
'Fuck, he got a good hit in.' Jett thought before he spat on the ground and forced himself to his feet, breathing heavy yet he smirked to himself.
"I have to admit that was a good hit, but aren't you missing something?" James tilted his head back to see his katanas missing, Jett clutching said twin swords in his red-stained hands; James' attack managed to rip apart some of his suit, leaving miles of pale skin scratched with red lines.
"You want to play dirty, then let's play!" James growled, breaking into a sprint.
"Took you long enough!" Jett snapped back, katanas drawn to their fullest extent as he copied the brunette.
'Hahn, what a show!' Griffin thought as he watched old friends and lovers practically try to kill each other, so focused on the fights that he completely ignored Kendall and Dak.
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"Ugh, my ribs..."
"D-Dak, you're awake!"
"K-Kendall, where are we?" Dak began saying when his vision cleared; his face went pale and he was about to scream if it wasn't for Kendall cutting him off in the nick of time.
"N-no don't scream, listen! You and me, we're tied to the crane on top of Griffin's music building okay? James and Camille kidnapped us and had us tied up here, this is way they plan to kill us: dropping us from thirty stories!"
"O-oh God..."
"B-but listen we're going to get out of this!" Dak squirmed a little so he could meet Kendall's eyes, looking at the younger boy as if he was insane.
"But how the hell are we suppose to do that?!" He said in a rushed whisper, Kendall taking a deep breath before going on.
"Listen, w-we just need to cut these ropes; once that's done, we hold on and try to move the crane closer to the rooftop by shifting our weight. If we can swing close enough to the controls, we can jump off and land on the roof no problem, but we have to time it just right or we're screwed!"
"You're saying we risk our lives for a CHANCE?!"
"Hey, a life without risks is a life not lived! Look, you trust me or not?!" Kendall asked, annoyed now. He didn't mean to sound so with Dak, but it was either wait around to die or freaking do something to save their skins.
"O-okay, I don't like it but I'm in!"
"Okay, so one of us should wiggle down to the hook and try to use that to cut the ropes! I'll go first, make sure you try to move around and get a good grip when the ropes fall!" Dak gave a shaky nod before Kendall started wiggling around, forcing himself under the tight knots. He kept going and going until he felt his feet touch the hook, angling his body slightly so that the hook's sharp tip met the ropes. He moved up and down, up and down and feeling a little relief when he heard the slicing sounds of the hook cutting the rope.
"O-okay, it's working! Holding on to the crane, Dak?!"
"With my whole damn life, Kendall!" Kendall took that as a sign to keep going, soon feeling his left hand get free.
'Just focus on survival, Kendall! Focus on living and don't look down!'
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"Come on now, kill each other! Don't tell me you're going soft!" Griffin shouted over and over, smiling though when James managed to pin Jett down and Camille had Lucy's hands behind her back, long sword at the curve of her neck.
The vile man began clapping again, approaching James and Camille and their captives, smirking coldly at Lucy and Jett who spat at his feet in response.
"To think, you two actually believed you could get rid of me. Humph, I expected better from my kids."
"Shut up." Jett growled, though he got a kick to the face for it; James flinched under his mask, but kept his foot over Jett's hands and his guns pointed at his head.
"Well, now let's get to the point: James, Camille. Kill these two, they have no use to me now, and then ki-" Griffin began, when his eyes fell on the crane.
'T-that brat!' He thought angrily, teeth clenched hard under his lips.
Kendall had broken free of his restraints and was now helping Dak, feet sloppily balanced on the hook.
'They're trying to get away! Well, not anymore!'
"Give me the sword." He spat to Camille, who trembled.
"B-but sir, then how-"
"Did I studder, you bitch? Give me the sword!"
"Don't call her that!" Lucy growled but Camille did as she was told, tightening her hold on Lucy's wrists.
"W-what are you going to do?!" Jett asked, nervous now. Griffin merely laughed and took aim.
"Just watch." And he threw the sword high and hard in the air.
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"KENDALL! WATCH OUT!" Dak's warning came too late though.
"AH!" The sword dug painfully into Kendall's right side, not deep enough to kill him but to leave him badly injured. The dirty blonde took in a sharp gasp before he lost his footing, falling from the hook.
"KENDALL!"
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"NO!" Jett, Griffin, Lucy and Camille turned at James' scream, he letting go of his blonde captive and throwing his weapons down; the guns let out loose shots and everyone scrambled to avoid being hit, though Griffin's eyes went wide as James ran and threw himself over the edge.
"JAMES!"
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Kendall was screaming. He was falling.
He tried to grab onto something, anything, on the side of the building but his hands were slippery with sweat and easily lost grip.
He tried all he could to slow his fall, but nothing worked.
He was dead; he was going to die. If he didn't die from the wound in his side then he'd die meeting the ground.
He was doing to die.
'Oh God..'
"AH!" He let out a shout when he felt someone wrap an arm around him, it colliding with the wound; he took a sharp breath though when he heard a loud scraping sound, like metal crashing with metal, before his whole body jerked upwards and then fell still.
His feet dangled, the small town going about its business thirty stories below. His wide green eyes read horror but also relief, because he couldn't believe he was alive.
'W-who...?'
He had no time to finish this thought; soon enough the person who saved him tossed him over his shoulder and held him there firmly but gently, before Kendall knew it they broke through glass and toppled inside an empty office, the lights off and door locked for the night. Kendall landed on the desk while his savior flew across the room, back meeting the nearest wall. A choked gasp left his savior before all went quiet, Kendall groaning and forcing himself to sit up.
'Ugh, I'm b-bleeding.' And he was exactly right; the right side of his purple plaid button-up was dark red with blood, the tank top under it shredded to bits. Blood dripped down to soak into his jeans and he felt his chest tightening but thankfully that was only a nasty scratch on him. His savior tried, and managed, to leave him as unscathed as possible.
"W-wait, who?!" Despite the migraine coming along Kendall forced his eyes open to see who saved him, and the sight made his heart both break down the middle yet leap in joy at the same time.
James was limp like a rag doll against the wall, chin to his chest and one arm gripping his side.
"J-James."
As if he heard him, said brunette's eyes flew open almost immediately, his gaze zoning on the bloody, tired-looking blonde.
With a silent sneer James forced himself to stand, pulling a small dagger out from his belt; Kendall couldn't move, the crash in left with him a slightly sprained ankle, and plus he was drained, bleeding from the side.
James made his walk to the desk and and brandished the dagger over his head, eyes wild and expression hostile as he angled his fist to meet Kendall's chest.
He was going to do it; he was going to kill this boy, this boy that hurt him and that...once meant the world to him.
'I'm going to kill him, I-I have to!' James thought, arm slicing through the air while Kendall gasped again but kept his eyes wide open, afraid to close them.
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"AH!" Everyone heard James scream. The worst thought came to their minds; Kendall was dead...
"NO JAMES!"
'Good boy, you did your job.' Griffin thought, smirking.
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Kendall blinked, breath caught in his chest.
James trembled and collapsed to his knees, the dagger sliding under the desk. The brunette kept one hand to his side while the other gripped at his face, his right eye peeking between his shaking fingers. Tears shined and streamed from those eyes, those sad yet light eyes, mask off to expose those said eyes.
They weren't pitch black, they weren't black anymore; they were their natural, soft hazel-green. There were no traces of pitch black left in them, it was all gone.
'J-James...'
"I-I...I can't do it."
'Oh G-God, what...what did I almost do? W-what have I done?'