Hope you guys like this.

~Lindsay

-Kendall-

Mercedes and I stopped at a Denny's around dawn that morning. She knew I needed food, so she handed me some things she stuffed in the back of the bug. A beanie, a huge hoodie, and a pair of old shades. "The cops are looking for you everywhere," I flinched at that statement, "but I think we need to talk before I take you home." Her blue eyes cold with the importance of the information she was holding back.

When we sat in our booth, a young peppy girl ran over to take our order. I kept my head low and order something simple. A cup of joe, scrambled eggs, and grits. Mercedes asked for just some juice.

"You need to eat something more than just juice," I muttered when our sunny waitress, Dell, left finally. Mercedes just shook her head and pulled out a note from her purse. "So, how are you my..."

"Sister?" I nodded at this strange thought. "You can thank our father for that. My mother is Kelly. Jared...rapped her." My body tensed at the sound of his name, but as I took a closer look at the blond before me I could see how she was my sister. Her blond curls may have been lighter then mine or dad's but she had that Knight jaw. Her lips curved just like Katie's when my younger sister thought of something mischief like. And the way she rescued me showed me that she had our spunk.

"But I just want to tell you that the voices you heard while you where tied was-" Our attention was grabbed by the tv as one of the workers turned the volume up.

On the small screen Mom, Katie, Gustavo, Kelly, James, Carlos, and Logan were tied and gagged, the camera swooping from face to face capturing their fear. At last the camera fell on man that tortured me for most of my childhood. His deadly green eyes where filled with sick glee as his plastered smile took over the screen. "Ladies and gentlemen, I am so sorry from interrupting your morning coffee and quiet lives, but I have a message for my dear sweet son. Kendall, buddy, if you are watching this, I challenge you to a little game." He walked over to Mom and started to play with her red hair. "I have sent your sister a simple text with an address that I want you to come to in two hours. There we will play our game, but I want to set a wager. Wouldn't be much fun with out a simple wager, huh, Kenny?" He smirked as Mom jerked her head away. "The wager is, if you win, you and your family are able to go free. With out a scratch. Scouts honor. But if I win then I kill you all. See you in two hours, Kendall Knight." Then the tv went blank.

Mercedes grabbed her phone and turned it on. As Dad promised, there was a text waiting for us. "2878 Wakefill Park Drive." She scrunched her face in confusion. "But that's-"

"The studio." I nodded.

The two hours where almost gone when I ran up the stairs of Rocque Records. I told Mercedes to go ahead and call the cops. If anything happened, I had to make sure he only killed me. I walked down the hall until I came to Gustavo's office, which was open just a crack. Pushing the door open, I found my father sitting at the desk. When he finally noticed me at the door he stood smirking. "Didn't know if you would come."

"You have something of mine," I growled.

He laughed and slowly walked over to me. "Aww," he pouted. "Is that anyway to treat your father?" When I didn't answer him, he dropped the act. "So I was thinking about our little game, but I'm not so sure about what we could do."

I was getting impatient. "Where are they?"

But he ignored me. Instead he walked over to the desk and pulled out three shot glasses. "I have an idea," from one of the drawers he pulled out a flask, pouring the liquid evenly into the glasses. "We can play a game of chance."

Chance? My eye's widen when he pulled out a small vile. "This game is a fun one. In this little vile is enough arsenic to kill a grown man. Men like us, my boy." He popped the cork and poured all that it contained into one of the small glasses. "Oh, Griffin?" I looked behind me to find the older man staring at us with no remorse. "Can you go get one of my son's friends? I think the small pale one will do."

Moments later I saw a still blindfolded Logan being lead by Griffin to this small room. My father smiled at me.

"Now, this is how we are going to play. As you can see, I have already placed the poison in one of these small, similar glasses. I will now have Griffin mix them up as we watch. Then you will pick one for you and one for your friend. I will have the last one. And the two who are still alive win. Let's play."

+Writer's Pov+

Mercedes and the police ran up the stairs as fast as they could. She was so scared for her new family she never knew about until now, and she didn't want to lose them now. Life with Griffin wasn't so great after she learned how dirty the money she lived off of was. And she finally had a little sister. She couldn't lose them now.

She looked at the officer next to her. He was Carlos's father and even though he was on duty, she could see the pain in his eyes. Pain that he might lose his young son on his shift. This only made them run faster to the end of the hall way. When they came to the fork, she went down to the studio and he ran to the Gustavo's personal office. She wasn't sure where they where, but she had a good guess it was this way.

She opened the door to find the group still tied and gagged. Her blue eye's landed on her mother, seeing she was still alive. But her mind finally registered that someone was missing from this room when she found one chair empty.

With the sound of his pounding heart filling his ears, Officer Garcia pulled out his gun. He ran to the office thinking that if that son of a bitch had touched his little boy, HE should be the one to kill the bastard. Threw the fogged glass, he saw at least four male figures. Three threw back their heads, as if taking a shot of something. Faintly, Garcia could smell a hint of alcohol from the small room.

Suddenly, without warning, one of the three hit the floor with a thump. At this, the officer's instincts kicked in. He kicked down the door, his gun ready to shoot only to find Kendall, Logan, and another man standing in shock. His eyes followed their gaze to find a miracle.

Jared Knight laid on the floor, his eyes glassy and soulless. Kendall's worst fear was finally dead.

HEY!

Did you guys think I was really threw with you? Haha, well I have something that a lot of you guys I think will like. I know it's sad that Composing Late is over with, but while I was figuring out the ending, I started having an idea of what to do next. I just need your help. I need an OC so I can move from Kendall to another member. (cough cough) If you guys have an OC for someone...hmmm...like uh, James? I would love to hear about this character for my next story idea. Just send me a PRIVATE message saying your interested then I'll give you the stuff to sign and what the story is about. Looking forward to your help. Thanks!

~Lindsay