AUTHOR'S NOTE- Hello everybody, I am a brand new writer to this archive, and when I say new, I mean it. I haven't even read many other BTR fan fictions, which is something I like to do before starting a new archive, but I hope this will be good just as so, if anything maybe it will be a fresh look on the characters. If there's any questions this story is based on the show not the actual band. I make no promises for quick updates, but i have completed all my stories so far, in other words keep faith. So without further a due...the disclaimer.

DISCLAIMER- I do not own Big Time Rush, he show or the band, the latter would be just creepy.

Logan had never been mugged before.

In Minnesota the biggest crime he'd ever witnessed was when a man dressed in all black snatched an elderly woman's purse and made a break for it down the street. He didn't even make it a block before the police apprehended him and gave the woman her purse back. It was short and a real embarrassment to the thief, especially after it was revealed that he was only a minor performing a dare. The story was the front page of the paper for three weeks.

Since then he never had much of a fear for criminals or mysterious men in black clothing, until now.

The man's hand like iron, stuffed its way deep into Logan's mouth, silencing any hope of a startled scream. His other hand gripped Logan's wrists together so tightly that it blocked of blood flow.

All of the freedom Logan was so obliviously taking advantage of was snatched from him so suddenly, and there was a chance he'd never get it back. It was the shock, that was the worst of it. Just minutes before everything was so normal, as he was just walking home.

It was quiet, that is for a street in Hollywood California at 10 pm on a Thursday night, and deserted. It was also dark. Logan could barely make out his hand in front of him as he walked down 3rd street that night.

It was a poverty stricken neighborhood, and one could tell by the dim and flickering streetlights that came every couple of blocks. Really the only light Logan got was from occasional headlights emitting from a car that was oblivious to the 30mph speed limit. And quite frankly that was the only part Logan didn't like.

This walk had proposed a special treat to him, solitude. And when one was stuck living with their four best friends, and one of their mom and sister, it was not the thing to pass up. Especially to Logan, who happened to enjoy it much more then any of his friends. Not that he minded living with them, but he had to miss out on personal time, which he used to gather up his massive thoughts about everyday life. He was called the 'smart' one of the group, but really he was only the one who thought the most.

And that was what he had just happened to be thinking when a siren of a cellphone ringing vibrated through his skull and derailed his train of thought. Logan groaned softly, he wasn't ready to come out of his own world just yet. He reached down into his pocket for his phone, and was nearly blinded by the light it emitted.

He couldn't be less surprised to see that the caller was Kendall. He was like the mother of the group when mama Knight wasn't actually there to mother him. He griped the phone. He knew what he wanted, to yell at him for being late for dinner, but Logan really wasn't in the mood to get scolded.

He almost let the phone go to voice-mail but then his conscience got the better of him and he accepted the call. It was a fact almost everyone knew about Logan, he didn't have the heart to ignore a phone call, especially from a friend.

"Hey Kendall." he answered.

"Where are you? Carlos is about to eat all of your fish sticks!" Kendall cried from the other line.

Logan rolled his eyes, they decided to move 'fish stick Friday' to Thursday since BTR had a gig the following night.

"I'm almost there, just two blocks away from the Palm Woods." he lied, he was actually about ten.

"Ok, well hurry, I can't keep Carlos off your dinner for long!" were Kendall's departing words.

It was Gustavo's fault he was late anyways. It has been an ordinary harmony rehearsal and as usual Gustavo hated just about everything Logan did. When they first met, Logan couldn't sing or dance, and the impression had stuck. At times he couldn't help but take his criticisms personally. Especially when he was forced to work on a song for two hours more then his fellow band mates.

That was the other thing running through his mind, that and the notes that had been hammered into his brain, as he paused upon Gulliver's alley.

It was a dark narrow path that looked as though it went on to infinite darkness. There was hardly any light, even in the day, due to the heaping piles of wreckage, that used to pass as buildings, that towered on both sides shading whatever light dared to get by. However whatever light did manage to penetrate through was used to make out masses of filth and surrounding dumpsters that the city long forgot about.

It was called Gulliver's alley because the two buildings adjacent to it used to belong to a man named Gulliver. An innovator with a strange quirk for incineration. One was for burning garbage, the other for large carcasses of animals, to big or worthless to be deposed of otherwise. The business didn't last long and soon the city petitioned the buildings to be shut down due to the massive and careless releasing of pollution. Now all that remained of Gulliver's legacy was the alley between his two projects.

That same place the guys had dubbed the creepiest place in Hollywood, well besides Gustavo's secret room of mementos from his glory days, but it was defiantly a close second.

Logan had never ventured through the alley alone,although it did cut off nine blocks from the Palm Woods to Rock Records, which was why he and the guys usually took it when they were running late. And he was running late.

So without a second thought he turned into the alley and quickly scampered down through its dark path. In their small town in Minnesota he took paths like this all the time at any time of the day. Since it was such a small town the alley almost resembled most of the its streets.

The sudden noise from the dark walls made him jump and pause. It sounded like a foot scarping the floor.

And then he was grabbed.

Out of the darkness the iron arms imprisoned him so quickly he couldn't even react. They pulled him aside as if he were a rag doll. And he minus well had been, his terror so intense that it froze everything.

People usually think in the face of fatal danger instinct kicks in and the body throws all it can into survival, but they would be wrong. Logan was stiff. His blood stopped in place, his limbs fell numb, his eyes wee fixed on the darkness ahead, and he couldn't even feel his heart.

The man stopped dragging him and shoved him hard on the back. He fell instantly to the hard, cold floor where he lay, still as death.

Blank, null seconds dripped by before the man gripped him by the neck of his shirt and pulled him to his knees.

And then a cold, smooth metal pressed onto his neck which Logan immediately knew was a gun. The man pressed it so hard onto him, Logan could feel it leaving an impression.

A deep, cold voice came from above him. It was to far away to be the man who was holding him's voice. It was new.

"Give us your money kid." it demanded.

Logan half expected the voice to come from a demonic beast, with big claws and teeth dripping with blood. Instead when he forced his head up it was just a man, who he could barely make out, but was not much bigger then himself. He was skinny, almost short, not the big hulking monster one would expect a mugger to be. However this made him even more terrified.

"I said give us your money!" he cried.

But Logan couldn't move. even though his life depended on it, his brain and nerves would not connect, not like either one was working anyway.

The other man pressed the gun even harder on his neck, probably bruising it. With one twitch of the finger, he could bring an end to Logan. All that he was, all that he could be, he could end right there. He could put him in the ground, stop his breathing, end his life, forever. Right now the maniac had the power of God to Logan. He had complete control of his fate, future, and soul. One click and he'd end up in eternal, what? Where do people go where they die? Heaven? Hell? Nowhere? One bullet through his brain, is that it? Will his mind and soul rot along with the rest of his body. All that he was up to this point didn't matter. From the baby his mother nursed, to the singer he became today, all of it would die. He wouldn't only kill Logan, but the sixteen years that became Logan, and all the years afterwords.

"Check his pockets." the other ordered.

The other did as told. He jammed his hand down Logan's pockets pressing him into the concrete as he did so. Logan squinted his eyes shut which seemed to reignite a body function, tears. They ran down his numb face slow but plentiful. The man continued to dig into Logan's pockets pressing his body so hard that he finally won a groan for him.

The man then gripped a $20 and pulled it out and handed it to his boss.

Logan looked helplessly at the money, was that mere piece of paper worth his whole life?

"That it? the boss asked.

The other man nodded.

The boss turned around to examine his prize, and for a second Logan thought he'd walk away.

Then he stopped, for a moment, and without looking back muttered, "Kill him."

AUTHOR'S NOTE- Have to say this is most suspenseful beginning I have done in a long time, the rest of the story will go down a different path, but you'll want to read it just as much, I hope. Now if you have any comments, compliments, flames or constructive criticisms please dispense them by pressing the review button and I hoped you've enjoyed!