I Will Be Lord of the Pranks - Chapter 2
Title: I Will Be Lord of the Pranks Chapter 2
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush or the movie this story is based on
Fandom: BTR
Pairings/Characters: Logan/Camille, Carlos/Stephanie, Jett/Jo, Kendall, James
Rating: T +
Summary: Since the game started in middle school, Logan has never won the annual prank war. He's determined to win this year, but Kendall throws a wrench in his plans when he cancels it. Logan decides to do his pranks anyway, but does he take it too far?.
Notes: This story is based on cult classic horror film. I can't tell you which one because that will ruin the ending! But if you figure it out, then you get the satisfaction of knowing the twist before it happens!
Warning: horror fic, lots of implied violence
+ Thanks to insanegolfur who beta'd and proof read for me.
+ Dedicated to gleechild
The uncle’s cabin was perfect for those who wanted to get away from it all. It was literally in the middle of nowhere, on the outskirts of a town that was nearly deserted. Most businesses went under when they built the new highway, and in turn many of the residents left as well. The property was surround on all sides by woods and the dirt road to reach the cabin was located off of the old highway.
The cabin itself was rather large. It was two stories tall with a porch that wrapped around to the left side. A deck was attached to the back with a hot tub that had a perfect view of the large rose garden.
Downstairs was a moderately sized kitchen and an adjacent dinning room. The living room was generous and inviting with leather furniture and a huge fireplace. There was also a game room complete with a billiard table, darts, and an old timey jukebox.
Upstairs was a large master bedroom with a king sized bed and adjoining bathroom. This room also had a balcony overlooking the back end of the property where the nearby lake could just barely been seen. There were two smaller rooms with queen sized beds, a room with a full sized bed, and a room set up with bunk beds.
Logan and Camille had arrived a day before the others to settle in and to make sure everything was ready to go. He took care of some minor cleaning and made sure all the linens were fresh in all of the room. Despite his protests, she spent most of her time in the kitchen preparing for the large dinner she would be cooking the next day. Logan had wanted her to relax as much as possible, but she insisted, and when it came down to it, she could always get her way when she really wanted to.
Jo and Jett were the first to arrive in the late next afternoon. He started to complain that no one was there to take their bags upstairs, but a good elbow to the ribs and a harsh look from Jo had shut him up pretty quickly. He grabbed their things and started to head up the stairs.
“Pick whichever room you want, Jett. Logan and I are in the first one on the left,” Camille called up after him. He mumbled an unintelligible response causing both girls to roll their eyes.
“Sorry,” Jo apologized.
“Don’t worry about it,” Camille said with a smile. “I’m just so glad you two could make it. I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages, Jo.” She hugged the blonde girl tightly. She closed her eyes and a tear fell. She quickly wiped it away when the pulled a part, hoping the other hadn’t noticed, but she had.
“Camille? Why are you crying?”
She sniffled a bit and quickly regained her composure. “Oh, it’s nothing, Jo. Just hormones.”
“Are you sure? Is everything okay with you and Log-”
Jo was interrupted by someone whooping in the front yard. The two girls followed the sound outside and found Carlos and James dancing together. Stephanie was standing nearby just shaking her head at the boys’ behavior.
“The Hollywood Party Kings of Hollywood have arrived,” James said with a grin. The two boys bumped their fists together making the sound of an explosion as they parted.
“They’ve been like this the whole drive from the airport,” Stephanie said exasperated.
Camille laughed and motioned for them to come inside. “The bedrooms are upstairs.”
The men took the luggage up to the rooms, leaving the women alone. Camille lead them back to the kitchen where she continued to get dinner ready. The three were chit chatting among themselves when Jett, James and Carlos returned.
“Dinner smells amazing, Camille,” Carlos said, “How much longer until we eat?”
She giggled. Carlos would never change. He always had food on the brain. “It shouldn’t be too much longer. We’ll eat as soon as Kendall gets here.”
“Speak of the devil,” Jett said as Kendall entered the cabin.
“Hey, guys,” He greeted. He set his bags down and gave Camille a hug. When they pulled apart, he bent down and placed a hand on her belly. “How’s little Kendall doing?”
She swatted his hand away playfully. “We’re not naming the baby after you, Kendall.” Everyone laughed. Kendall stuck his bottom lip out in a fake pout before joining in the laughter.
“And where’s the father to be?”
“Yeah, we haven’t seen Logan since we got here,” Carlos said.
“Oh. I’m not sure actually. He was taking care of a few things around the house. Maybe check the den?” Camille said as she pointed to the direction of the living room. James and Carlos started to follow after Kendall but she asked them to help set the table. Now that everyone had arrived, they would eat very soon.
Kendall walked down the hall to the den. The room was dark minus a small sliver of light coming through the window. Logan was on the couch sitting perfectly still looking at something intently. Kendall followed his gaze to see that he was staring at nothing but the wall. It was really odd.
“Logan?”
He didn’t answer.
Kendall said his name again, but louder this time. The smaller boy was still oblivious. It wasn’t until the blonde sat beside him and waved a hand in front of his face that Logan snapped out of whatever trance he was in.
“Hey, Kendall. When did you get here?”
“Just a few minutes ago. Are you okay?”
Logan’s posture became more relaxed and his patented crooked smile came upon his face. “Yeah. I’m great.”
Kendall gave him a confused look but decided not to press the issue. Before he could say anything else, Logan stood up and started to head towards the door.
“Come on. By the smell of things, I bet dinner is ready.”
--
The next morning James got ready for his daily run. He tried to run at least a mile everyday and he was looking forward to taking in the fresh air of the area. It would be a huge contrast to the smoggy air of LA. He put on his track pants, a black tank top and laced up his running shoes and made his way downstairs to the trail.
As he ran along the trail he thought about the lake. Yes, he would definitely be taking a swim there at some point during this vacation. It would be a nice change from the chlorine filled pools of hotels and high rises and more calming than the harsh waves and salt water of the ocean.
He hadn’t swum in a lake since he was a kid back in Minnesota. Even during the summer the weather was still cool and the waters would be too cold for swimming, but there was always that short stretch in July where the temperatures rose before the thunderstorm season set in. Frequent trips to the local lake would occur during this time.
He thought of the lake near his house. It was the same lake that they played ice hockey on during the winter months and had so many memories. Because of his athletic build, James had always been a strong swimmer. In fact, if the school had a swim team he would have definitely made captain. Logan on the other hand was a fair swimmer and was still very timid in the water. The last time the four boys swam together-
James was brought out of his thoughts abruptly when he lost his footing and felt himself being hoisted up in the air by his right foot. After a moment (or two) of sheer panic, he realized what happened. He had inadvertently stumbled into some sort of trap, which he assumed was used for hunting, and was now hanging upside down by a rope attached to a nearby tree. He rolled his eyes, partially at himself for being in this ridiculous situation and partially because, honestly, what idiot would put a hunting trap in the middle of a hiking trail?
James was very strong. He worked out on a regular basis and, as he liked to show off on many occasions, he had amazing abs and a strong core. Unfortunately, none of this could help him now due to the lack of leverage. There was no way he was going to get out of this mess alone. Luckily he had brought his cell phone with him.
He reached in his pants’ pocket only to find it empty. He let out a frustrated groan as he looked towards the ground. His phone had fallen out. Great. Now what was he going to do? He had left a note that he went for a run but it was still pretty early for a vacation day. He knew for sure that Kendall and Carlos were dead to the world and he doubted that Jett would be up either. Logan was an early riser but James hadn’t been gone long enough for anyone to be worried about him yet. He could be stranded there for hours and with all the blood rushing to his head he would eventually pass out.
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he heard a twig snap. He turned his head towards the sound. His vision was blurry, but he could make out a figure that resembled a person.
“I see you’ve fallen victim to my rope snare,” the figure said.
“Logan?” James blinked his eyes quickly trying to clear his vision.
“Hi, James,” he said simply.
“Don’t just stand there. Help me down!”
But he did just stand there. He stood there and looked at James. He looked him straight in the eye. James blinked his eyes furiously, straining to see Logan clearly and meet his gaze. He didn’t recognize the emotion he saw there. It made him feel uneasy. He chuckled nervously.
Logan had a crooked grin on his face as he revealed the machete he was hiding behind his back. Before James could say anything, he brought the weapon above his head and brought it down hastily with as much strength as he could muster. There was a scream followed by a thud as James’ body fell to the ground.
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush or the movie this story is based on
Fandom: BTR
Pairings/Characters: Logan/Camille, Carlos/Stephanie, Jett/Jo, Kendall, James
Rating: T +
Summary: Since the game started in middle school, Logan has never won the annual prank war. He's determined to win this year, but Kendall throws a wrench in his plans when he cancels it. Logan decides to do his pranks anyway, but does he take it too far?.
Notes: This story is based on cult classic horror film. I can't tell you which one because that will ruin the ending! But if you figure it out, then you get the satisfaction of knowing the twist before it happens!
Warning: horror fic, lots of implied violence
+ Thanks to insanegolfur who beta'd and proof read for me.
+ Dedicated to gleechild
The uncle’s cabin was perfect for those who wanted to get away from it all. It was literally in the middle of nowhere, on the outskirts of a town that was nearly deserted. Most businesses went under when they built the new highway, and in turn many of the residents left as well. The property was surround on all sides by woods and the dirt road to reach the cabin was located off of the old highway.
The cabin itself was rather large. It was two stories tall with a porch that wrapped around to the left side. A deck was attached to the back with a hot tub that had a perfect view of the large rose garden.
Downstairs was a moderately sized kitchen and an adjacent dinning room. The living room was generous and inviting with leather furniture and a huge fireplace. There was also a game room complete with a billiard table, darts, and an old timey jukebox.
Upstairs was a large master bedroom with a king sized bed and adjoining bathroom. This room also had a balcony overlooking the back end of the property where the nearby lake could just barely been seen. There were two smaller rooms with queen sized beds, a room with a full sized bed, and a room set up with bunk beds.
Logan and Camille had arrived a day before the others to settle in and to make sure everything was ready to go. He took care of some minor cleaning and made sure all the linens were fresh in all of the room. Despite his protests, she spent most of her time in the kitchen preparing for the large dinner she would be cooking the next day. Logan had wanted her to relax as much as possible, but she insisted, and when it came down to it, she could always get her way when she really wanted to.
Jo and Jett were the first to arrive in the late next afternoon. He started to complain that no one was there to take their bags upstairs, but a good elbow to the ribs and a harsh look from Jo had shut him up pretty quickly. He grabbed their things and started to head up the stairs.
“Pick whichever room you want, Jett. Logan and I are in the first one on the left,” Camille called up after him. He mumbled an unintelligible response causing both girls to roll their eyes.
“Sorry,” Jo apologized.
“Don’t worry about it,” Camille said with a smile. “I’m just so glad you two could make it. I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages, Jo.” She hugged the blonde girl tightly. She closed her eyes and a tear fell. She quickly wiped it away when the pulled a part, hoping the other hadn’t noticed, but she had.
“Camille? Why are you crying?”
She sniffled a bit and quickly regained her composure. “Oh, it’s nothing, Jo. Just hormones.”
“Are you sure? Is everything okay with you and Log-”
Jo was interrupted by someone whooping in the front yard. The two girls followed the sound outside and found Carlos and James dancing together. Stephanie was standing nearby just shaking her head at the boys’ behavior.
“The Hollywood Party Kings of Hollywood have arrived,” James said with a grin. The two boys bumped their fists together making the sound of an explosion as they parted.
“They’ve been like this the whole drive from the airport,” Stephanie said exasperated.
Camille laughed and motioned for them to come inside. “The bedrooms are upstairs.”
The men took the luggage up to the rooms, leaving the women alone. Camille lead them back to the kitchen where she continued to get dinner ready. The three were chit chatting among themselves when Jett, James and Carlos returned.
“Dinner smells amazing, Camille,” Carlos said, “How much longer until we eat?”
She giggled. Carlos would never change. He always had food on the brain. “It shouldn’t be too much longer. We’ll eat as soon as Kendall gets here.”
“Speak of the devil,” Jett said as Kendall entered the cabin.
“Hey, guys,” He greeted. He set his bags down and gave Camille a hug. When they pulled apart, he bent down and placed a hand on her belly. “How’s little Kendall doing?”
She swatted his hand away playfully. “We’re not naming the baby after you, Kendall.” Everyone laughed. Kendall stuck his bottom lip out in a fake pout before joining in the laughter.
“And where’s the father to be?”
“Yeah, we haven’t seen Logan since we got here,” Carlos said.
“Oh. I’m not sure actually. He was taking care of a few things around the house. Maybe check the den?” Camille said as she pointed to the direction of the living room. James and Carlos started to follow after Kendall but she asked them to help set the table. Now that everyone had arrived, they would eat very soon.
Kendall walked down the hall to the den. The room was dark minus a small sliver of light coming through the window. Logan was on the couch sitting perfectly still looking at something intently. Kendall followed his gaze to see that he was staring at nothing but the wall. It was really odd.
“Logan?”
He didn’t answer.
Kendall said his name again, but louder this time. The smaller boy was still oblivious. It wasn’t until the blonde sat beside him and waved a hand in front of his face that Logan snapped out of whatever trance he was in.
“Hey, Kendall. When did you get here?”
“Just a few minutes ago. Are you okay?”
Logan’s posture became more relaxed and his patented crooked smile came upon his face. “Yeah. I’m great.”
Kendall gave him a confused look but decided not to press the issue. Before he could say anything else, Logan stood up and started to head towards the door.
“Come on. By the smell of things, I bet dinner is ready.”
--
The next morning James got ready for his daily run. He tried to run at least a mile everyday and he was looking forward to taking in the fresh air of the area. It would be a huge contrast to the smoggy air of LA. He put on his track pants, a black tank top and laced up his running shoes and made his way downstairs to the trail.
As he ran along the trail he thought about the lake. Yes, he would definitely be taking a swim there at some point during this vacation. It would be a nice change from the chlorine filled pools of hotels and high rises and more calming than the harsh waves and salt water of the ocean.
He hadn’t swum in a lake since he was a kid back in Minnesota. Even during the summer the weather was still cool and the waters would be too cold for swimming, but there was always that short stretch in July where the temperatures rose before the thunderstorm season set in. Frequent trips to the local lake would occur during this time.
He thought of the lake near his house. It was the same lake that they played ice hockey on during the winter months and had so many memories. Because of his athletic build, James had always been a strong swimmer. In fact, if the school had a swim team he would have definitely made captain. Logan on the other hand was a fair swimmer and was still very timid in the water. The last time the four boys swam together-
James was brought out of his thoughts abruptly when he lost his footing and felt himself being hoisted up in the air by his right foot. After a moment (or two) of sheer panic, he realized what happened. He had inadvertently stumbled into some sort of trap, which he assumed was used for hunting, and was now hanging upside down by a rope attached to a nearby tree. He rolled his eyes, partially at himself for being in this ridiculous situation and partially because, honestly, what idiot would put a hunting trap in the middle of a hiking trail?
James was very strong. He worked out on a regular basis and, as he liked to show off on many occasions, he had amazing abs and a strong core. Unfortunately, none of this could help him now due to the lack of leverage. There was no way he was going to get out of this mess alone. Luckily he had brought his cell phone with him.
He reached in his pants’ pocket only to find it empty. He let out a frustrated groan as he looked towards the ground. His phone had fallen out. Great. Now what was he going to do? He had left a note that he went for a run but it was still pretty early for a vacation day. He knew for sure that Kendall and Carlos were dead to the world and he doubted that Jett would be up either. Logan was an early riser but James hadn’t been gone long enough for anyone to be worried about him yet. He could be stranded there for hours and with all the blood rushing to his head he would eventually pass out.
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he heard a twig snap. He turned his head towards the sound. His vision was blurry, but he could make out a figure that resembled a person.
“I see you’ve fallen victim to my rope snare,” the figure said.
“Logan?” James blinked his eyes quickly trying to clear his vision.
“Hi, James,” he said simply.
“Don’t just stand there. Help me down!”
But he did just stand there. He stood there and looked at James. He looked him straight in the eye. James blinked his eyes furiously, straining to see Logan clearly and meet his gaze. He didn’t recognize the emotion he saw there. It made him feel uneasy. He chuckled nervously.
Logan had a crooked grin on his face as he revealed the machete he was hiding behind his back. Before James could say anything, he brought the weapon above his head and brought it down hastily with as much strength as he could muster. There was a scream followed by a thud as James’ body fell to the ground.