The Replacement - Chapter 6
Title: The Replacement - Chapter 6
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush. This is a work of fiction using REAL people as the characters.
Fandom: BTR RPF
Pairings/Characters: The boys, main cast, Curt Hansen, Dustin Belt. There will possibly be some implied slash. Depends on how you look at it.
Rating: R (eventually)
Summary: After Kendall replaces Curt as the lead in the show Big Time Rush, people in the cast and crew start to die in mysterious accidents. Is the new guy a psycho or is Curt out for revenge?
+ Inspired by various incarnations of horror films. Too many to name, really.
+ Myself and kathrynew30 are the only ones who know who the killer is. And we ain't talking. (I just HAD to tell someone =X)
+ Thanks to stoodupforlove who beta'd and proof read for me!
Logan walked on the set of Big Time Rush Monday morning and did a double take. There were several men in police uniforms. Yellow police tape. People snapping photos. Was he on the wrong lot? Did he enter the wrong soundstage? Was this the set of CSI?
He saw James off to the side, just staring at the display before him. “What happened?” he asked the taller boy.
“Someone was killed here this weekend. They say it’s pretty brutal,” James said still staring.
“Was it another accident?”
James shook his head. “This was definitely not an accident.”
--
Production was shut down for the day, but several members of the crew as well as the four boys had been asked to stay. The young stars had gathered in James’ dressing room, playing XBOX to pass the time. After several hours there was a firm yet polite knock at the door.
“Come in,” James said, not moving from his place on the couch.
The door opened and in walked a woman in her early thirties, her auburn hair pulled back into a bun. She was dressed in a well-fitting suit jacket that matched her black pinstripe pants. The white shirt underneath was unbuttoned just low enough to tease. Behind her was a tall, muscular black man dressed in a dark blue button up with a black tie.
She had a warm smile on her face as she pulled out her badge to begin her introduction. “I’m Detective Jamie Watson, and this is my partner Detective Jarrad-”
“Holmes?” Kendall asked with a smirk. The other boys snickered quietly.
Jamie shot him a sideways glance. Like she had never heard that one before. She cleared her throat and continued. “My partner Detective Jarrad Rain. Now I assume you are Logan Henderson, James Maslow, Kendall Schmidt, and Carlos Pena?”
The boys nodded.
“I’m sure you are aware of the death of security officer Michael Owens,” She didn’t wait for their response. “It’s apparent this wasn't an accident and we believe that the other incidents on set weren’t either.”
“What exactly are you saying?” Logan asked.
“You had a car accident recently, did you not, Mr. Henderson?” Jarrad said, speaking for the first.
Logan was caught a bit off guard so he stuttered at first. “I- uh. I mean, yeah. I ran off the road because my brakes went out several weeks ago.”
“Well, along with your insurance carrier, we have found that your brakes didn’t just ‘give out.’ They were cut.”
Logan’s eyes went wide. “They were cut? You mean someone was trying to kill me?” He choked on the words.
“Yes,” Jamie said. “Actually, we believe you are all in danger. Someone is out to harm the cast and crew of this production and has succeeded twice.”
“Twice?” Carlos asked.
“Yes. Michael Owens, and the man who was electrocuted, Thomas Jenkins. It was hard to find, but someone cut some small wires in the breaker box,” Jarrad answered.
“Starting immediately there will be officers on set at all times and also an officer assigned to keep an eye on you while at home,” Jamie explained. The boys exchanged worried glances. “And don’t worry boys. You’ll be safe.”
---
Kendall entered the apartment he shared with his best friend Dustin. He hung his keys on the hook near the door and entered the living room area to see his roommate on the couch with his arms crossed. He was obviously upset. Kendall raised a curious eyebrow.
“Do you not know how to answer your phone anymore?” Dustin all but yelled.
“What are you talking about Dustin?”
“I came by the studio today and they wouldn’t let me in! I tried calling you, but you never picked up!”
Kendall pulled his phone out of his pocket, touching the screen to bring it out of sleep mode, only it didn’t. “Sorry, dude. Looks like my phone died.”
Dustin stood up, an irritated scoff leaving his mouth. “That’s no excuse. You knew I was coming today. Didn’t you notice that I didn’t show up?”
“Dustin, I-” Kendall started.
“You forgot didn’t you?”
Kendall nodded. Dustin stormed off to his bedroom and slammed the door shut making Kendall cringe. He walked over and tried to open the door. It was locked.
“Dustin? Dustin, let me in. I can explain,” he said through the door. No answer. “I’m sorry I forgot. Some serious shit went down today, dude. Open the door. Please?”
There was some shuffling on the other side and soon the door opened. Dustin headed back to the living room and flopped down on the couch, arms crossed again. He looked over to Kendall who had sat down beside him. “Okay, enlighten me.”
Kendall explained to him about the visit from the police and how there was now extra security on the lot. Things would be extra strict from now on. “But I’ll make sure you’re on the okay list, alright Dbelt?”
The dark haired boy nodded as he stood to peer out the window. He noticed a burgundy Crown Victoria parked on the street outside, most likely the unmarked police car that was there to protect Kendall.
Kendall looked at his best friend. He wasn’t sure why Dustin had gotten so angry but he wanted to make it up to him. The next time he had a few days off, he would have to make sure to do something special.
---
He laid in his bed staring at the ceiling. After the news he received today he was fuming. Production of Big Time Rush was going to continue! So far his plan hasn’t worked. Two deaths and they couldn’t take the hint? He obviously needed to up his game. But now was not the time. Any future attempts would be thwarted but the upped security. He even had a policeman stationed at his house. He would have to lay low for awhile. Yeah. That’s what he would do. He’d stop for now. Just long enough for the cops to back off. Lull them all in to a false sense of security and then strike when they least expected it. His anger subsided and a smile came across his face. He could wait. Waiting wasn’t so bad. He just needed patience. Patience was a virtue after all.
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush. This is a work of fiction using REAL people as the characters.
Fandom: BTR RPF
Pairings/Characters: The boys, main cast, Curt Hansen, Dustin Belt. There will possibly be some implied slash. Depends on how you look at it.
Rating: R (eventually)
Summary: After Kendall replaces Curt as the lead in the show Big Time Rush, people in the cast and crew start to die in mysterious accidents. Is the new guy a psycho or is Curt out for revenge?
+ Inspired by various incarnations of horror films. Too many to name, really.
+ Myself and kathrynew30 are the only ones who know who the killer is. And we ain't talking. (I just HAD to tell someone =X)
+ Thanks to stoodupforlove who beta'd and proof read for me!
Logan walked on the set of Big Time Rush Monday morning and did a double take. There were several men in police uniforms. Yellow police tape. People snapping photos. Was he on the wrong lot? Did he enter the wrong soundstage? Was this the set of CSI?
He saw James off to the side, just staring at the display before him. “What happened?” he asked the taller boy.
“Someone was killed here this weekend. They say it’s pretty brutal,” James said still staring.
“Was it another accident?”
James shook his head. “This was definitely not an accident.”
--
Production was shut down for the day, but several members of the crew as well as the four boys had been asked to stay. The young stars had gathered in James’ dressing room, playing XBOX to pass the time. After several hours there was a firm yet polite knock at the door.
“Come in,” James said, not moving from his place on the couch.
The door opened and in walked a woman in her early thirties, her auburn hair pulled back into a bun. She was dressed in a well-fitting suit jacket that matched her black pinstripe pants. The white shirt underneath was unbuttoned just low enough to tease. Behind her was a tall, muscular black man dressed in a dark blue button up with a black tie.
She had a warm smile on her face as she pulled out her badge to begin her introduction. “I’m Detective Jamie Watson, and this is my partner Detective Jarrad-”
“Holmes?” Kendall asked with a smirk. The other boys snickered quietly.
Jamie shot him a sideways glance. Like she had never heard that one before. She cleared her throat and continued. “My partner Detective Jarrad Rain. Now I assume you are Logan Henderson, James Maslow, Kendall Schmidt, and Carlos Pena?”
The boys nodded.
“I’m sure you are aware of the death of security officer Michael Owens,” She didn’t wait for their response. “It’s apparent this wasn't an accident and we believe that the other incidents on set weren’t either.”
“What exactly are you saying?” Logan asked.
“You had a car accident recently, did you not, Mr. Henderson?” Jarrad said, speaking for the first.
Logan was caught a bit off guard so he stuttered at first. “I- uh. I mean, yeah. I ran off the road because my brakes went out several weeks ago.”
“Well, along with your insurance carrier, we have found that your brakes didn’t just ‘give out.’ They were cut.”
Logan’s eyes went wide. “They were cut? You mean someone was trying to kill me?” He choked on the words.
“Yes,” Jamie said. “Actually, we believe you are all in danger. Someone is out to harm the cast and crew of this production and has succeeded twice.”
“Twice?” Carlos asked.
“Yes. Michael Owens, and the man who was electrocuted, Thomas Jenkins. It was hard to find, but someone cut some small wires in the breaker box,” Jarrad answered.
“Starting immediately there will be officers on set at all times and also an officer assigned to keep an eye on you while at home,” Jamie explained. The boys exchanged worried glances. “And don’t worry boys. You’ll be safe.”
---
Kendall entered the apartment he shared with his best friend Dustin. He hung his keys on the hook near the door and entered the living room area to see his roommate on the couch with his arms crossed. He was obviously upset. Kendall raised a curious eyebrow.
“Do you not know how to answer your phone anymore?” Dustin all but yelled.
“What are you talking about Dustin?”
“I came by the studio today and they wouldn’t let me in! I tried calling you, but you never picked up!”
Kendall pulled his phone out of his pocket, touching the screen to bring it out of sleep mode, only it didn’t. “Sorry, dude. Looks like my phone died.”
Dustin stood up, an irritated scoff leaving his mouth. “That’s no excuse. You knew I was coming today. Didn’t you notice that I didn’t show up?”
“Dustin, I-” Kendall started.
“You forgot didn’t you?”
Kendall nodded. Dustin stormed off to his bedroom and slammed the door shut making Kendall cringe. He walked over and tried to open the door. It was locked.
“Dustin? Dustin, let me in. I can explain,” he said through the door. No answer. “I’m sorry I forgot. Some serious shit went down today, dude. Open the door. Please?”
There was some shuffling on the other side and soon the door opened. Dustin headed back to the living room and flopped down on the couch, arms crossed again. He looked over to Kendall who had sat down beside him. “Okay, enlighten me.”
Kendall explained to him about the visit from the police and how there was now extra security on the lot. Things would be extra strict from now on. “But I’ll make sure you’re on the okay list, alright Dbelt?”
The dark haired boy nodded as he stood to peer out the window. He noticed a burgundy Crown Victoria parked on the street outside, most likely the unmarked police car that was there to protect Kendall.
Kendall looked at his best friend. He wasn’t sure why Dustin had gotten so angry but he wanted to make it up to him. The next time he had a few days off, he would have to make sure to do something special.
---
He laid in his bed staring at the ceiling. After the news he received today he was fuming. Production of Big Time Rush was going to continue! So far his plan hasn’t worked. Two deaths and they couldn’t take the hint? He obviously needed to up his game. But now was not the time. Any future attempts would be thwarted but the upped security. He even had a policeman stationed at his house. He would have to lay low for awhile. Yeah. That’s what he would do. He’d stop for now. Just long enough for the cops to back off. Lull them all in to a false sense of security and then strike when they least expected it. His anger subsided and a smile came across his face. He could wait. Waiting wasn’t so bad. He just needed patience. Patience was a virtue after all.