(A/N): Okay, so I stayed up late and delayed my packing… But it's only because I REALLY wanted to get this out to you! I didn't want to leave you with the cliffhanger for too long! Thank you to Kayla, oOo KitKat oOo, and Milkamoo97 for your reviews! I still don't own Big Time Rush. Although the previous chapter and the next chapter is in the episode Big Time Terror (which I do not own either), this chapter doesn't technically include it, but it is set within the timeline.
And after 30 chapters, IT'S FINALLY HERE! In a very long special chapter, I now give you the truth about the Wolff Family Tragedy! Enjoy!
Chapter 30: The Wolff Family Tragedy
Katrina woke up that morning, two years ago, thinking that it was a normal day. She jumped out of bed with a smile on her face, like she usually did. Doing a quick stretch to wake up fully, she looked around her room. It was bright from the sunlight coming from the window. Practically skipping, she made her way over to her dresser and smiled down at the pictures of her, her family and her friends. The family photos were more formal, but the friend ones had some crazy poses. She looked up at her reflection in the mirror and almost gasped at the rat's nest her dark brown hair was. At that point, there were no streaks and no bangs.
"Wow," a voice came from the doorway, "The famous model, Katrina Wolff, is actually seen without a perfect appearance." Katrina rolled her eyes and looked over at the boy standing in the doorway.
"Very funny, Evan," Katrina responded. Evan was a little taller than Katrina and had more muscles than most people at his age, sixteen. He had dirty blonde hair, but his eyes matched Katrina's blue. "If you don't get out of here, I'm going to throw a pillow at you."
"Ooh, a pillow!" Evan raised his hands in mock terror, "I'm so scared!" Suddenly, a pillow hit his face.
Katrina was standing there with her arms crossed, a smug look on her face, "I warned you." They both started laughing, "Seriously, get out. I need to get ready for school."
"Fine, I'll leave you to do your girly thing," Evan responded, "I just wanted to remind you not to make any plans tonight because we have to babysit since Mom and Dad are going out tonight."
"I remember," Katrina replied, "It's some fancy formal party for agents and stuff that they didn't want to bore us with."
"Right," Evan nodded, "And I'm driving us to school today."
"Cool, now OUT!"
"I can take a hint! I'll see you downstairs." Evan closed Katrina's bedroom door to give her some privacy.
"Okay, now, what to wear?" Katrina spoke to herself, pulling a drawer open.
"Why are you telling us about waking up and talking with your brother?" James asked. The other three boys glared at him, not wanting Katrina to stop the story.
Katrina, however, had an answer, "Because I'm taking you back to that day. I need to start from the beginning and the conversation is important! I need to show you that I was really close to my brother. He was like my best friend."
"Ignore James," Logan insisted, "He's just impatient. Please continue."
"Gladly," Katrina went on with her story.
After Katrina finished getting ready, she went downstairs to find her brothers and sisters in the dining room, already seated around the table. All of them were eating the breakfast that their mother had cooked for them. Katrina quickly joined them before all the food was gone.
"Of course the model of the family takes the longest to get ready," the twelve-year-old boy, Vergil, teased his older sister. Katrina sneered at him. They had the same hair color, but his eyes were as brown as milk chocolate. He was already taller than Evan. He was also known as the prankster of the family. Surprisingly, their parents encouraged it, saying that it was good practice for the comedy acting gigs that he usually auditioned for.
Katrina, Evan and Vergil took up one side of the table while their younger siblings took the other side. From left to right, there were the twins, Tanja and Leyla, and then Richard and Rochelle. The blonde ten-year-old twins, Tanja and Leyla, had sparking bright blue eyes. Six-year-old Richard was the only one of the family that was ever said to look like their father, black hair and brown eyes. The current baby of the family, little four-year-old Rochelle, had brown hair like Katrina and Vergil, but she was the only one to get green eyes.
"Do you really need to describe what your brothers and sisters look like?" Carlos interrupted this time. Kendall, since he was closest, hit him.
"I wanted you guys to see it like you were actually there," Katrina told them.
"It's fine," Kendall assured her, "Go on." Katrina took a deep breath and picked the story back up.
Sitting beside the table were two dogs that the Wolff family had rescued from an animal shelter. They were close to Rochelle because she had the tendency to drop her food a lot. However, they knew that Katrina was a sucker for giving them food from the table, so as soon as she had sat down, the dogs were by her side, begging. Watching the scene from the top of the trophy case was the cat that the family had rescued. All three animals were mixed breeds.
"Okay, now that all of you are here, we can have our usual family morning meeting," Mr. Dominic Wolff, the kids' father, came walking into the room, PDA in hand as he sat down at the head of the table. Mrs. Penny Wolff had followed him in. Both of them were dressed in suits. Mr. Wolff was part Hispanic, from his mother's side, and his raven hair was cut close to his head. His brown eyes were hidden behind thick black glasses. Mrs. Wolff took her seat at the other end of the table, smiling sweetly at her kids. She looked almost exactly like an older version of Katrina. The only difference was that Katrina's skin was slightly tanner than her mother's. Katrina would always take it as a compliment when someone told her that she looked like her mother.
"What's on the schedule today, Hun?" Mrs. Wolff asked her husband.
"Tonight, we have the party at the Jones's house," Mr. Wolff began his reading of the schedule. "Evan has try-outs for the hockey team at three. A scout's going to be there, so do your best."
"I always do Dad," Evan responded cockily. He always made whatever team he tried out for.
"Katrina," Mr. Wolff turned to his oldest daughter, "You have a gig at one, so you have a half day of school today. I'll pick you up at lunch."
"Sweet," Katrina commented, "I really don't want to go to English today."
"Vergil," Mr. Wolff went on, "You have a break today. Take it to look over the script for that commercial filming tomorrow." Vergil frowned, but nodded. "Tanja and Leyla, you have your lesson today to help you learn how to sing well while dancing. Pay attention to it. It's a weakness of yours."
"We will," Tanja and Leyla sang their response.
"Richard," Mr. Wolff addressed the youngest boy, "I'm taking you with me and Katrina. The photographer finally agreed to let you try taking some photos. Whatever you do, don't drop the camera." Richard gave his dad a thumbs up. Mr. Wolff looked at the boy apprehensively before turning to the last child, "Rochelle, Mom's taking you to preschool. Listen close to the reading time, okay." Rochelle cheered and ran over to her mom and hugged her.
"And I'm going to the doctor today afterwards," Mrs. Wolff told the family, "I just need the doctor's confirmation that I'm pregnant."
"Mom," Katrina spoke, "If you think you're pregnant, you're probably right. I mean, you have a lot of practice with this." Evan and Vergil laughed at Katrina's comment but cut it off when they saw their dad glaring at the three of them.
"Katrina," her dad scolded, "Don't smartmouth your mother."
"Oh, let her have fun," Mrs. Wolff insisted, "It's what keeps the press interested in her. Speaking of the press, they're going to be at that movie premiere we're all invited to this weekend. Remember what to do around the media?"
"Never give them what they want, but be yourself," Evan, Katrina, Vergil, Tanja and Leyla chanted. Richard tried it, but broke off after 'never give them'. Rochelle just mumbled along.
"Good," Mrs. Wolff nodded her head, "Now, Evan and Katrina, shouldn't you two be heading to school?" Katrina and Evan looked at the clock, got a shock at what time it was and jumped out of their seats, rushing for the door.
Outside, the siblings saw Brandon heading towards them. He waved and they waved back, "Hey Brandon."
"Hey Kat! Hey Evan! Ready for school?" Brandon replied to their greeting.
"Wait a second," Logan interrupted to everyone's shock, "Doesn't Brandon call you Rina?"
Katrina hesitated, but then answered, "Yeah, now. Everyone used to call me Kat. I'll explain it later."
"So, since we've already broken in," Kendall began, "Can you tell us what your siblings were famous for?"
"I thought I did in the story," Katrina sighed, "But I'll tell you. Evan was the athlete. He did basically any sport he could. I was the model. Vergil was the actor. Tanja and Leyla were a dancing and singing duo since they were twins. Richard was the photographer. He had one of those disposable cameras and would follow me around taking pictures as I posed. It was good practice for me." Katrina smiled sadly at the memory. "Rochelle was going to be a writer. She was always fascinated with books, pulling them off shelves or bringing book after book to me so I could read them to her. Also, she loved to tell stories. She would make up something that would cause her preschool class to stop playing and listen as she told her tales." Katrina sniffed and the guys noticed the tears streaming down her cheeks.
"You really do miss them, don't you?" Carlos asked. Katrina nodded. James wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close to him. For once, she didn't move, but leaned into his warmth, her courage coming back. She continued the story.
Katrina, Evan and Brandon carpooled to school. For class, Katrina had to break away from Brandon and Evan because she was two grades lower than them. She had great friends in her own grade, but she usually found herself hanging out with her brother and neighbor.
Just like her father said, he picked her up at lunch. Katrina waved goodbye to her friends as they went to the cafeteria and she left the school. She climbed into her dad's car, finding Richard in the backseat. She waved her hellos as her dad took off.
Getting to the photo shoot, they went inside. There, the photographer, Gary, greeted them.
"Nice to see you again, Mr. Wolff," Gary shook Mr. Wolff's hand. "And Katrina, always a pleasure. And this must be Richard." He knelt down to look Richard in the eyes, "So, you want to be a photographer?" Richard nodded his head vigorously. The group laughed.
"Okay, where do you want me?" Katrina asked Gary. They were doing a photo shoot for a furniture store. The store was having a sale and was printing an advertisement.
Gary pointed over to the living room set in front of the camera, "Just hang out on one of the couches." As Katrina made her way over there, Gary turned to Richard, "Did you want to take the first photos?" Richard nodded excitingly again before running over to the camera. Mr. Wolff laughed to himself as he took a nearby seat and watched.
"Okay Richie," Katrina used her nickname for him, "How do you want me to pose?"
Richard seemed to contemplate this before telling her, "You should be laughing! And jumping on the couch!"
Katrina shrugged, "Whatever the photographer wants." She smiled as she stood on the couch. Gary handed Richard a camera and Richard instinctively knew how to work it. He took picture after picture of Katrina as she jumped up and down on the couch, laughing. A couple minutes later, Gary stopped them.
"Here, let's see how it turned out," Gary took the camera from Richard, pulled out a photo card and put it into a nearby laptop. The four people gathered around as they went over photo after photo. Gary stopped at one, surprised, "You know what? I really like this one." He turned to Richard, "You are a natural at this." Looking at Mr. Wolff, he told him, "We're going to use this photo. We'll credit Richard for it and both he and Katrina will be paid."
"Yes!" The three Wolffs cheered. They high fived before they said their goodbyes and left the building.
"Okay," Kendall took his turn to interrupt. "Not to offend you, but you haven't told us anything terrifying."
"I needed to tell you that it was a normal day for us!" Katrina defended her decision. "I would have gotten to the scary part next if you hadn't interrupted." It was Carlos's turn to hit Kendall.
"Sorry," Kendall apologized, "Go on." Katrina took a deep breath and then went on with her story.
Katrina, Richard and their father walked out of the building to find paparazzi waiting for them. They stuck microphones into each of their faces, but the only one that would answer any of their questions was Mr. Wolff. Unless it was a scheduled interview, the Wolff kids never talked to the press.
Suddenly, the paparazzi seemed to part as a man pushed his way to the front. He was obviously drunk. He pointed at each of the Wolffs before he yelled, "YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE FAMOUS! NONE OF YOU HAVE TALENT! YOU ARE JUST WASTING AIR FOR THE REST OF US ON THIS PLANET!" He reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun, pushing it right in Katrina's face. Her eyes went wide as she stared cross-eyed at the front of the barrel of the gun.
Mr. Wolff took action, pushing the man down to the ground before he could even take the safety of the gun off. Katrina and Richard were then pulled over to the car by their father. They were pushed in and Mr. Wolff got behind the wheel, driving away.
After they were a good distance away, he looked at his daughter, "Are you okay?"
Katrina was shaking in fear, but she nodded, "I will be. Let's just get home."
"That would cause a few nightmares," James noted, Katrina still leaning up against his chest. "But you didn't die."
"No, I didn't," Katrina answered, "Some people say that it was my lucky day, but I think I had it the worst out of my entire family."
"Go on," Carlos encouraged her. Katrina took a look at her friends shocked faces for a second before continuing.
As soon as she got home, Katrina went into the living room and sat down. Immediately, as if they knew she needed them, the family cat was on her lap and the dogs were on either side of her on the couch. She stroked them absently, just staring ahead of her at nothing.
It was a couple hours before Evan came home from his try-outs. He noticed Katrina surrounded by the animals of the house and went to go find his dad. After learning about what had happened earlier, he ran into the living room, shooed the animals away, sat down next to his little sister and pulled her into his arms. They stayed that way for a few minutes, thankful that she was still alive.
Katrina pulled away first to look Evan in the eyes, "He's right. I have no talent. I just take pretty pictures."
"Katrina," Evan spoke to her, "He's wrong. You are the most talented out of all of us. Do you know why Mom and Dad trained you to be the model? It's because you have the talent to do everything. Not only can you take a person's breath away with a single move of your hand, but you have the best fashion sense of us all, you can act in commercials, your training with smooth movement between poses makes you look like you're dancing, your voice is almost as good as some of the best singers and much better than some of these new ones on the scene and everything you do seems like it's second nature, not trained. You can do anything if you want to."
"Even train animals?" Katrina joked.
Evan laughed, "Well, of course! I mean, you've gotten our pets to just follow you around the house and when we have to take them to the vet, you're the only one that can get them to come calmly. I always have to use force."
It was Katrina's turn to laugh, "Thanks. You always know what to say."
"I'm your big brother. It's my job." They hugged and Katrina felt safe again.
"Is that why you chose to deal with animals?" Kendall asked. Katrina nodded.
"I've noticed something," Logan commented, "Evan sounds a lot like Kendall."
"Yeah," Katrina replied, "They were a lot alike. Evan had leadership qualities, loved sports, gave inspirational and uplifting speeches, never gave up and even had a devious mind, just like Kendall. What's weird is that Kendall even looks a little like Evan did."
Suddenly, Kendall got up, went over and pulled Katrina to her feet to wrap his arms around her in a brotherly hug. This caused Katrina to completely break down, mentioning through her tears, "You even hug like him." It took a few minutes for Katrina to finally control her emotions enough to break apart from Kendall, sit down and continue the story.
A few hours later, Mr. and Mrs. Wolff were by the front door, dressed in some of their best clothes. They were giving over instructions to Evan and Katrina to watch over their siblings.
"Rochelle was sniffling in class today," Mrs. Wolff told them, "So, keep an eye on her. She might be coming down with something. Oh, and don't let Vergil anywhere near the stove. Remember what happened last time."
"Hey," Evan spoke up, "I put out the fire before it spread."
"That doesn't make it any better," Katrina noted before turning to her parents, "We'll keep an eye on them."
"Good," Mr. Wolff checked his watch, "We better get going. Katrina, relax and let Evan do the stressful stuff today, okay?"
"Got it Dad," Katrina nodded, "Have fun!"
"Bye!" Evan added as the brother and sister waved their parents out the door, closing the door after them. "And we have the house to ourselves! What do you say we celebrate?"
Katrina laughed, "Family party?"
"Oh you know it!" Evan high-fived Katrina before they ran to go find their siblings.
"Wait, family party?" Carlos looked confused.
Katrina sighed, "My family was big enough that whenever our parents left us alone, we had a family party. The reason we were all so good at what we do is because of those family parties. We took that time to practice together. We would sing as a group, dance, act out a story one of us made up, take pictures as we all performed crazy poses, play sports together and teach each other whatever we learned for our own craft. It helped keep us grounded as a family and kept us close."
"Did your parents know?" Logan asked.
"No," Katrina smiled, "It was a secret that all of us kept. If our parents knew, they'd be mad. They only wanted us to be good at one thing instead of them all. If we could do everything, then we wouldn't be interesting to the press because we'd have nothing bad about us. So, we'd all fake being bad at other things. Can I go on now?" The boys nodded and Katrina went on with the story.
Katrina was dancing along with her siblings in the living room as they all sang along with the song. She laughed as she watched Vergil twirl Rochelle around. Rochelle laughed and begged him to do it again. He did. The song ended and the family sat down on the couches to catch their breath.
Suddenly, the house phone rang. Evan groaned as he got up to answer it, "Hello? Wolff residence. Evan speaking." He paused, waiting for the person on the other end to talk. His happy face seemed to drop as the person on the other end spoke.
Katrina went up to him, whispering, "What is it?" Evan shushed her so he could concentrate on the words coming from the phone. Katrina waited impatiently.
"Okay," Evan finally spoke, "I'll be right there." He hung up the phone and ran from the room. Katrina followed him.
"What's going on?" Katrina demanded as she watched Evan grab his car keys.
Evan hesitated, but then told her, "Mom and Dad have been shot." Katrina gasped. "They're alive, but barely. They've been rushed to the hospital. I'm going there to see what I can do."
"I'm coming with you," Katrina insisted.
"No," Evan told her, "You stay here. Someone needs to watch the others."
"I can be in charge," they heard a voice say from behind them. Looking over, they noticed that Vergil had followed them. "Evan, you need someone to keep you calm. Katrina can do that best. I'm old enough to watch the others."
"You're only twelve," Evan noted, "You can't be in charge."
"I'm the same age that you and Katrina were when you started babysitting," Vergil stood his ground, "I can do this. Just make sure to tell Mom and Dad that we love them."
Before Evan could argue, Katrina spoke, "We will. Don't touch the stove and keep an eye on the others. They don't need to know this yet. Keep them happy and entertained, okay?" Vergil nodded and ran over to their younger siblings. Katrina turned to Evan, "We should go." Evan realized that there was no use arguing and led the way out the door to his car.
"That was the last time I saw my little brothers and sisters," Katrina admitted.
There was a short silence before Logan assumed, "Vergil touched the stove, didn't he?"
Katrina nodded, "If I had stayed, it wouldn't have happened." Logan rubbed her back soothingly.
"And I'm going to ask, did your parents die from the gun shots?" James asked. Katrina nodded again.
"But I didn't find out until later," Katrina told them. She took their silence as a reassurance to go on with the story.
Evan was driving his car down a road in the dark that was surprisingly empty. Katrina was in the passenger seat, taking deep breaths to keep herself calm.
"Did they catch who shot them?" Katrina asked, tired of the silence.
"No," Evan didn't take his eyes off the road. "But they've got a lot of police out there, looking for him."
"You do realize that the media is going to have a field day with this," Katrina noted.
"Yeah," Evan replied, "But there are ways to keep them quiet."
"How?"
"Money. For the right price, anything can be hidden. Dad paid off those paparazzi earlier that were around that guy that held the gun up to you so they wouldn't share it."
"Did they catch him?"
Evan hesitated, "No. Somehow, he got away."
Silence rested between the two siblings. Katrina couldn't take it, so she reached forward to turn on the radio. They listened to song after song, not talking. Katrina was staring out the side window, trying to figure out what to say while Evan stared forward, concentrating on the road.
Suddenly, Evan spoke up, "What is that?" Katrina turned forward to see what he was talking about. She saw two lights far off in the distance.
"I think it's a car, Evan," Katrina told him, "Have you been driving too long or something?"
"Something's wrong," Evan was frowning as he stared at the headlights getting closer, squinting as he tried to see it better.
"Evan, you're losing it," Katrina decided, but she stared ahead too, trying to see what he saw.
They both realized what was wrong at the same time, their eyes growing wide in horror.
"That car's coming right for us!" Evan noted.
"And it's not slowing down!" Katrina exclaimed.
The brother and sister watched as the driver's side door of the other car opened and a man jumped out. It was at this point that they realized that this was going to be an accident on purpose. Evan turned the wheel to try and avoid the oncoming car, but it was of no use.
The cars collided in a display of flying metal. Katrina's and Evan's screams mixed in with the sound of the crash. The force behind it caused the cars to almost fly off the road and onto the grass next to it.
Katrina couldn't move. There was a spike of metal close to her chest and would slightly touch it when she took in her deep breaths. Her arms had blood running down them and blood dripped down from her forehead. She hurt all over and could barely feel her legs. Her eyes were closed. She didn't want to open them to find her brother dead next to her.
Suddenly, she heard a weak voice call out, "Katrina?" Her eyes snapped open and she turned her head slowly to look at Evan. She almost screamed in horror at seeing her brother. He had blood dripping from cuts all over. He had somehow made it without getting a broken bone, but there was a long sharp piece of metal sticking through his shoulder. As soon as he saw her open eyes, he let out the breath he was holding. "Thank God you're alive."
"I can't move," Katrina told him, her voice barely there.
"Don't worry, I'll get you out," Evan tried to move, but screamed in pain when he did since the metal scrap in his shoulder scraped through the wound.
"You can't move either," Katrina responded.
They both heard a voice speak to them from inside the car, "I've gotten a signal that you've been in a crash." It was the OnStar installed in the car. "Did you need me to call someone?"
"Call 911," Evan told the lady on the other end, "We need help."
"Someone is on their way," the person told them, to their relief.
"Thank you," Katrina noted. The siblings stared at each other, thankful that their father insisted that the car was installed with OnStar.
Evan reached over and grabbed Katrina's hand, "Hang on, Kat. Everything will be fine." It was at this point that Katrina's vision began getting dark. "Kat? Hang on! They're coming!" Katrina nodded slowly. "Hang on! I need you with me! KAT!"
"I need you too," Katrina gasped before she passed out.
Katrina stopped talking. The boys stared at her in disbelief.
"What happened next?" Carlos asked. They had gotten absorbed in the story.
"Well, since I fainted, I only know what the people told me," Katrina answered, "It's just…" She broke off her words. "This isn't the worst that happened. I don't technically remember what happened to me next, but I only know based on what I was told."
"So, tell us what you were told," James spoke, "I want to know what happens next." The others agreed so Katrina went on, telling them what happened through another person's story.
Evan didn't stay conscious for much longer afterwards. An ambulance and fire truck came to cut them out of the car and take them to the hospital. The metal piece was still in Evan's shoulder, but it had been cut down to provide easy transport.
They got to the hospital and were immediately brought into the ER. There they were bandaged up and put on life support systems to keep them stable. They were able to get the metal piece out of Evan's shoulder and it was bandaged up. Around this time, 911 had gotten the call about the fire at the Wolff house.
Evan was the first to wake up of the two. Against the wishes of the nurses, he immediately got up and went over to visit Katrina. Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, he stayed by her side, never leaving. Eventually, the nurses gave up and set up a bed in her room for him. He gladly took it.
After a couple hours, Evan called up Brandon to get him to come join them at the hospital. He made it there quickly.
"You do realize that the paparazzi are all over this?" Were the first words out of Brandon's mouth.
"I don't care," Evan told him. "The only thing I care about now is Katrina."
Brandon looked confused, "But what about the rest of your family?"
"I shouldn't have let her come with me today," Evan ignored Brandon's comment. "This is all my fault."
"Dude!" Brandon got Evan's attention, "Snap out of it! Don't you realize what's going on with the rest of your family?"
Suddenly, a doctor walked into the room to get the boys' attentions, "Do you mind if I talk to Evan alone?"
"Whatever you tell me you can tell Brandon," Evan didn't want his best friend to leave.
"I'm sorry, but I have to ask," James interrupted, "Was your brother gay?"
Katrina glared at him, "Straight guys can be friends with gay guys. You guys are friends with Brandon now. Don't assume things." Logan hit James as Katrina went on with the story.
"Fine," the doctor closed the door and looked over Katrina's monitors to make sure she was still stable before he turned to the boys. "It seems that you are probably going to be the last Wolff."
"What do you mean?" Evan asked.
"I mean," the doctor sighed, "Your parents are gone. We couldn't save them. I'm sorry." Evan looked devastated. "And your siblings at home, I've just gotten word, died from a fire that started in the kitchen." Evan sank back even more, falling back to lie down on his bed.
"But there's still Katrina," Brandon pointed out.
"Yeah," the doctor didn't look happy, "It seems like she's getting worse every second. I would prepare yourself for the worst. I'll leave you alone." He left the room. Brandon stared down at Evan, who was crying.
"I should go too," Brandon told him. He headed to the door, but paused there. Turning back, he mentioned, "Now might be a good time to pray for a miracle." That said, Brandon left.
"Wait," Logan stopped her, "Why were you under intensive care? You're the one alive while Evan's the one that's dead."
"I'm getting there," Katrina insisted. "Will you guys let me finish?" They nodded and Katrina continued.
That's exactly what Evan did. The next time that someone came in to check on the siblings, Evan was kneeling beside Katrina's bedside, his hands clasped together, mumbling his prayer. The person watched as Evan stopped, reached up and grabbed Katrina's hand. He smiled down at his sister, using his other hand to move a strand of hair out of her face. The person walked over to check the monitors and then left.
It was getting close to eleven at night and Evan was starting to get tired. The doctor came in and told him that it would be okay for him to get some sleep.
"We'll wake you up if something happens," the doctor reassured him.
He might as well have not said anything because something happened when he finished speaking. Katrina had suddenly sat up in her bed, her eyes open wide, suddenly crying. The doctor and Evan ran over to her.
"What do you need?" Evan asked her, grabbing her hand.
Katrina seemed to be trying to gasp, but couldn't. She was able to push out really quiet words, "I can't breathe." She fell back on her bed. Her eyes still wide open, but glazed over, like she was dead. The monitors hooked up to her began beeping like crazy, calling tons of doctors and nurses into the room. Evan was pushed away, forced to let go of his sister's hand. He watched horrified as the medical personnel worked on saving Katrina's life.
"Doctor, she's not breathing," one of the nurses commented. Katrina's lips were turning blue as her eyes rolled up towards the top of her head.
Suddenly, the heart monitor went to a straight line and the terrifying, long, unending beep. Someone pulled out an electric heart starter, calling out, "Clear," before he tried restarting her heart. He kept trying and trying, but eventually the doctor stopped him.
"That's enough," the doctor commented, "She's gone."
"OH MY GOD!" Carlos yelled, pushing himself as far away from Katrina as he could. "YOU'RE THE GHOST!"
"Carlos! She's not a ghost!" Kendall insisted.
Carlos was silent for a second before suggesting, "Zombie?"
Katrina rolled her eyes as Logan told him, "Really Carlos? Does she LOOK like a zombie?"
"No," Carlos responded and relaxed back in his spot.
"No more interruptions," Katrina told them before she went on.
At this point, Evan had enough and left the room. If he had waited a second longer, he would have heard the slight tremor in the long beep of the heart line. The doctors and nurses looked at it the heart monitor, disbelievingly. Then, they saw the bump and another interruption of the long beep.
There was a few seconds of silence around the doctors and nurses, but then they cheered.
"Did you hear that, Evan? We saved your sister," the main doctor turned around to find that Evan was gone. He instructed the others in the room, "Find Evan." There was chaos as the other doctors and nurses ran from the room.
"So, you lived through that," James commented, "And so did Evan, but what happened to him?"
"I thought I said no interruptions?" Katrina mentioned. Carlos hit James as Katrina went on with the story.
Somehow, Evan had evaded the capture of the doctors and nurses and was nowhere to be found. Katrina had fallen into a coma. With none of the Wolffs left to call, the doctor called up Brandon to keep around Katrina. It took a week, but eventually she woke up.
The first thing she noticed was that her entire body was in pain. Each time she took a breath, it felt like her lungs would explode as they expanded. After a couple of seconds of preparation, she opened her eyes. Katrina found herself staring at the ceiling of the hospital room. She winced as she moved her head around to see exactly what was going on. In the chair by the bed was Brandon, asleep. Katrina opened her mouth slowly to speak in a weak voice, "Brandon."
Somehow, he heard it and woke up. He immediately got up and grabbed her hand. She winced at the pain, but wouldn't let him let go.
"Do you need anything?" Brandon asked her.
Katrina took in a strained breath, "Where's Evan? My parents?"
Brandon couldn't look at Katrina. She knew something was wrong after this.
"Tell me," Katrina insisted.
Brandon took a deep breath, "Your parents didn't survive." There was a hitch in Katrina's breathing. "There was a fire at your house. No one made it." Tears started rolling down Katrina's cheeks.
When he didn't go on, Katrina spoke, "And Evan?"
He hesitated, "We don't know. He left after you…" Brandon dropped off, not really wanting to say what was next.
"What?" Katrina wasn't letting him off the hook.
"You technically died," Brandon told her. "But then, by some miracle, you came back. And then you fell into a coma for a week. We still haven't heard from Evan. He thinks you're dead. And the doctors and nurses are assuming he's dead. I'm sorry, Kat."
"Don't call me Kat," Katrina responded. "That was the last word I remember Evan saying." The physical pain Katrina felt was nothing compared to the emotional pain she felt from losing everyone close to her, but Brandon.
The days went by quickly. As soon as Katrina could get out of bed, she was enrolled in both physical and mental therapy. She didn't talk much, only showing her old bubbly personality around Brandon. The doctors diagnosed her with PTSD and she was forced to stay at the hospital for weeks after she recovered physically. She had paid off the medical personnel to not tell anyone about the tragedy. The only thing the press were allowed to know was that the Wolff family was out of the entertainment business. However, this caused the media to come up with their own theories. They agreed to call it the Wolff Family Tragedy since they knew something devastating had to happen for the family to get out of that business.
After Katrina was released from the hospital, she was swarmed by paparazzi. Brandon and his parents were beside her, keeping her from the view of the nosy people with cameras. She went to live with Brandon's family for a few days while she waited for the paparazzi to disappear. Once they did, she moved out. Taking what little she had, Katrina went to a place where she knew the media wouldn't track her down. The place the guys had followed her to.
The guys stared as Katrina finished her story.
"And I didn't change much after I moved out," Katrina admitted, "I switched schools after each semester to keep people from asking questions. I lost contact with my old friends. The only reason why I'm still friends with Brandon is because he's one of the few ties I have to my old life that I like. And he won't let me stop being friends with him." She gave a small smile. At this point, the tears had stopped, but that was only because she had no more left.
"So, this means that Evan could still be out there?" Kendall commented.
Katrina shrugged, "I guess, but I gave up that hope long ago. If he is, then he probably doesn't know I'm alive. There are no leads."
"I say that we should find him," James suggested.
"Let's go!" Carlos went over to the door and waited. "Come on, let's find him!"
"Carlos," Logan started, "First off, it's past eleven at night! It's way too late to go searching for a missing person!" Carlos seemed to get a look of realization and went back to the bed. "And second, we don't know where to start! The only thing we could possibly think of would be to start at the hospital."
"Hey," Kendall stood up, "With the five of us and probably Brandon too, we can discover what happened to Evan. We owe this to Katrina."
"You don't owe me," Katrina mentioned.
"We put you in a cast," James reminded her.
"Look," Katrina began, "I've put this all behind me. And like I said before, there are no leads!" She sighed as she stood up, "Just forget it, okay? In my mind now, my siblings are gone and I'm an orphan. I've accepted the fact. I don't need anyone to try and find him. Now, I'm going to bed before any of you decide to pull me into one of your crazy schemes." She left the boys' room. They stared at one another.
"So, we're still going to try and find him?" Carlos assumed.
"Yep," Kendall answered. "But after a good night's sleep." The boys began getting ready for bed.
(A/N): One mystery discovered only to reveal another! What happened to Evan? Where did he go? Is he still alive? Does he know that Katrina's still alive? How will Katrina react to the boys now that they know her secret? Will this bring her closer to them or further away? What else is going to happen when Big Time Terror continues on the collection of chapters that I've dubbed Terror Weekend? Well, you'll just have to wait to find out! *Thunder clap* MUHAHAHAHA! ….. Reviews will make me write faster! Until next time, happy reading!