The Replacement - Chapter 8
Title: The Replacement - Chapter 8
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!
WARNING!! This chapter really lives up to the rating. My beta was actually a bit disturbed by it. I do have to admit that it's probably the most violent thing I've written so far. If you think this may be an issue for you, just skip the last italicized section. I'll add a note at the bottom that will explain the section in just a few sentences so you won't miss any information important to the story! Thanks1
He sat on the couch in his apartment thinking. He knew the police were watching, but little did they know he was watching too. Watching and waiting. Sooner or later they’d make a mistake, back off and leave them all vulnerable. And that’s when he would go back to work. That’s when he would make them pay. Make them all pay.
--
Curt pulled into the Paramount parking lot in his black Honda Civic with a smile on his face. Scott was finally keeping the promise they had agreed on. Although Curt wouldn’t have too many scenes as Dak Zevon, his character would play a large role in one of the plots of the episode. He would make a few other appearances in future episodes, and his character name would be mentioned often. Dak Zevon: the Big Time Rush version of Zac Efron.
He walked on set and was greeted by one of the security guards who checked his ID against the names on the approved guests list. He was patted down and scanned with a hand-held metal detector. When he was finally cleared to enter he let out an exasperated sigh.
“Yeah, it sucks at first, but you’ll get used to it.”
Curt looked towards the voice to see Carlos standing nearby. He smiled at the familiar face. “I don’t know how you guys have been putting up with this. I’m still annoyed with the guy hanging out at my place,” he said with a chuckle. “How long are they going to keep this up?”
Carlos shrugged. “I’m not sure. Probably when they arrest the guy or whoever did this. I hope it’s soon though.” Curt nodded and the two boys walked towards the dressing rooms.
--
It was Friday afternoon and filming had wrapped early. Everyone was excited to get a few extra hours added to their weekend and was rushing to leave the set.
“Hey, Carlos,” James called after the Latino before he could leave.
“What’s up James?”
“Have you seen, Logan? I needed to talk to him before he left. He‘s not in his dressing room.”
“Oh. He went off with Kendall a little while ago. I’m not sure where they went though.”
“Hmmm. I’ll just text him, I guess,” James said dejectedly. “Thanks, Carlos,” he mumbled as he walked off playing with his phone.
--
Two boys entered an empty office. The one clad in Vans quietly closed the door, locking it. The other in a white V-neck turned around to face him.
“What did you want to talk about?” he asked.
“It wasn’t so much that I wanted to talk about something. I wanted to tell you something. To give you a message,” the boy in the Vans answered coolly.
The boy in white gave the other a confused look. “Oh-kay?” There was an awkward silence. “Well? Tell me what you wanted to tell me”
The boy looked down at his Vans and reached in his jacket pocket gripping the object that waited there. He slowly raised his head, a sneer plastered across his face.
Before the other boy had time to react to this change in mood, he was tackled to the ground by the boy wearing Vans. He pulled his hand from his pocket, raising the screw driver high in the air before swiftly bringing it down and stabbing the other boy in the neck.
Blood spurted out, quickly turning his white shirt red. He brought his hand up to try and stop the bleeding, but it was in vain because the boy in Vans had struck an artery. He attempted to scream but nothing audible came from his mouth. He looked up at the boy who had struck him with confusion, his eyes asking why.
“Don’t look at me like that. You brought this on yourself.,“ he yelled as he stood up. He started kicking the boy on the ground, taking a sick satisfaction in the sound made by his Vans as they broke the dying man’s ribs. “This. Is. All. Your. Fault.” He emphasized each word with a hard kick. Even after the boy with the blood stained shirt was clearly dead, he continued kicking.
“You ruined everything!” he shouted falling to his knees beside the body. He was overcome with rage. He raised the screw driver once again, bringing it down harshly into the lifeless boy’s chest. He raised it again and brought it down again. He continued this over and over, the motion becoming more and more erratic with each thrust.
He was sobbing now, shaking hard, causing him to drop the screw driver next to the body. Tears rained down his cheeks, mixing with the blood splattered on is face. He wrapped his arms around his torso, hugging himself. He squeezed himself tightly, trying to control his breathing.
It took several minutes but the boy in Vans finally calmed himself down. His sobs were only slight hiccups now and he wiped his nose on the sleeve of his jacket. He took a deep breath and raised his hand to wipe his tear stained cheeks, but only smeared more blood on his face. He stood up looking down at his handiwork.
“I fucking hate you.”
--
So here's what happened for those of you that skipped it the last part. A boy wearing Vans stabbed and killed a boy wearing a white v-neck shirt. The boy in Vans screams: "This is all your fault" and "You ruined everything." Both identities are left unknown.
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!
WARNING!! This chapter really lives up to the rating. My beta was actually a bit disturbed by it. I do have to admit that it's probably the most violent thing I've written so far. If you think this may be an issue for you, just skip the last italicized section. I'll add a note at the bottom that will explain the section in just a few sentences so you won't miss any information important to the story! Thanks1
He sat on the couch in his apartment thinking. He knew the police were watching, but little did they know he was watching too. Watching and waiting. Sooner or later they’d make a mistake, back off and leave them all vulnerable. And that’s when he would go back to work. That’s when he would make them pay. Make them all pay.
--
Curt pulled into the Paramount parking lot in his black Honda Civic with a smile on his face. Scott was finally keeping the promise they had agreed on. Although Curt wouldn’t have too many scenes as Dak Zevon, his character would play a large role in one of the plots of the episode. He would make a few other appearances in future episodes, and his character name would be mentioned often. Dak Zevon: the Big Time Rush version of Zac Efron.
He walked on set and was greeted by one of the security guards who checked his ID against the names on the approved guests list. He was patted down and scanned with a hand-held metal detector. When he was finally cleared to enter he let out an exasperated sigh.
“Yeah, it sucks at first, but you’ll get used to it.”
Curt looked towards the voice to see Carlos standing nearby. He smiled at the familiar face. “I don’t know how you guys have been putting up with this. I’m still annoyed with the guy hanging out at my place,” he said with a chuckle. “How long are they going to keep this up?”
Carlos shrugged. “I’m not sure. Probably when they arrest the guy or whoever did this. I hope it’s soon though.” Curt nodded and the two boys walked towards the dressing rooms.
--
It was Friday afternoon and filming had wrapped early. Everyone was excited to get a few extra hours added to their weekend and was rushing to leave the set.
“Hey, Carlos,” James called after the Latino before he could leave.
“What’s up James?”
“Have you seen, Logan? I needed to talk to him before he left. He‘s not in his dressing room.”
“Oh. He went off with Kendall a little while ago. I’m not sure where they went though.”
“Hmmm. I’ll just text him, I guess,” James said dejectedly. “Thanks, Carlos,” he mumbled as he walked off playing with his phone.
--
Two boys entered an empty office. The one clad in Vans quietly closed the door, locking it. The other in a white V-neck turned around to face him.
“What did you want to talk about?” he asked.
“It wasn’t so much that I wanted to talk about something. I wanted to tell you something. To give you a message,” the boy in the Vans answered coolly.
The boy in white gave the other a confused look. “Oh-kay?” There was an awkward silence. “Well? Tell me what you wanted to tell me”
The boy looked down at his Vans and reached in his jacket pocket gripping the object that waited there. He slowly raised his head, a sneer plastered across his face.
Before the other boy had time to react to this change in mood, he was tackled to the ground by the boy wearing Vans. He pulled his hand from his pocket, raising the screw driver high in the air before swiftly bringing it down and stabbing the other boy in the neck.
Blood spurted out, quickly turning his white shirt red. He brought his hand up to try and stop the bleeding, but it was in vain because the boy in Vans had struck an artery. He attempted to scream but nothing audible came from his mouth. He looked up at the boy who had struck him with confusion, his eyes asking why.
“Don’t look at me like that. You brought this on yourself.,“ he yelled as he stood up. He started kicking the boy on the ground, taking a sick satisfaction in the sound made by his Vans as they broke the dying man’s ribs. “This. Is. All. Your. Fault.” He emphasized each word with a hard kick. Even after the boy with the blood stained shirt was clearly dead, he continued kicking.
“You ruined everything!” he shouted falling to his knees beside the body. He was overcome with rage. He raised the screw driver once again, bringing it down harshly into the lifeless boy’s chest. He raised it again and brought it down again. He continued this over and over, the motion becoming more and more erratic with each thrust.
He was sobbing now, shaking hard, causing him to drop the screw driver next to the body. Tears rained down his cheeks, mixing with the blood splattered on is face. He wrapped his arms around his torso, hugging himself. He squeezed himself tightly, trying to control his breathing.
It took several minutes but the boy in Vans finally calmed himself down. His sobs were only slight hiccups now and he wiped his nose on the sleeve of his jacket. He took a deep breath and raised his hand to wipe his tear stained cheeks, but only smeared more blood on his face. He stood up looking down at his handiwork.
“I fucking hate you.”
--
So here's what happened for those of you that skipped it the last part. A boy wearing Vans stabbed and killed a boy wearing a white v-neck shirt. The boy in Vans screams: "This is all your fault" and "You ruined everything." Both identities are left unknown.