A/N: Yes, your eyes do not decieve you. I am actually updating.

So sorry about the long delay when it came to updating this story. I did not forget about this story, I promise. It just took me a while to figure what to write for the first chapter. Massive apologies everyone and thanks for waiting so patiently.

There is no excuse, I know. You all should know by now that I am slow when it comes to updating.

Just thought I'd mention that I am just so excited for 24/seven. Oh my god, I can't wait any longer. This album is going to be amazing. I've already listened to all the songs and they definitely don't disappoint. FOUR MORE DAYS GUYS! It just can't come fast enough.

Disclaimer: How many times do I have to say this? I don't own Big Time Rush. This is kind of getting repetitive now.

Anyways, here is the first chapter of Beyond Broken. Enjoy..

Beyond Broken
Chapter 1

Things just weren't supposed to end up like this.

It was a mystery to Carlos why there were such cruel people in the world. People who would do whatever they had to do to get their way, not caring about who may end up getting hurt or killed in the process. Being the son of a police chief, he knows just how crazy some people are and what they were capable of.

But he never thought in a million years he would ever go through something like he currently was.

Carlos shifted uncomfortably, arms firmly behind him bound by a clear, plastic cable tie, which was tied agonizingly tight around his wrists as he, along with Kendall, James, and Logan, sat against the wall inside of Rocque records.

It was supposed to be just another ordinary day for the members of a band called Big Time Rush.

The four boys made their way to Rocque Records early, around eight AM. Their manager, Gustavo Rocque, and his assistant, Kelly Wainwright, came out of the building as soon as they walked up.

Turns out, they had been called into a meeting with Gustavo's boss, Arthur Griffin, who was the head CEO of RCM CBT Global Net Sanyoid corporation. There was no telling how long the meeting was going to be so Gustavo told the four boys to remain at Rocque Records until the meeting ended before he got into a limousine and left.

The four boys then entered the building, heading towards the studio. But as soon as they entered the studio, they saw two men rummaging through some of the papers on Kelly's desk. And, to their horror, both of the men were armed with guns. One of the men noticed them and aimed his gun at them, telling them if they ran out the door, he wouldn't hesitate to kill them. Each of the boys looked at him, terrified and to prove he was serious, he aimed his gun towards the ceiling and fired.

And that's how they ended up in this situation.

They had been sitting against this wall for a good hour with their hands bound as the two men continued to search Rocque Records for something. None of the boys had a clue what they were looking for and they didn't bother to ask. They were just too scared to say anything so they sat there quietly, not wanting to bother the men.

Out of the corner of his eye, Carlos could see Kendall, who sat next to him, carefully sliding his bound hands in his back pocket. He looked up at the men. Luckily for him, they did not seem to notice what the blond boy was doing.

James, on the other hand, had. "Dude," he whispered, so the men wouldn't hear him. "What are you doing?"

The blond looked up at him, slowly taking his cell phone out of his back pocket. "Trying to get help."

"You know what these guys will do if they see you using your phone, right?" Of course Kendall knows. But James just had to ask.

Kendall looked up at James. "I have to try."

With that, Kendall unlocked his phone before taking one quick glance at the men, who luckily hadn't seemed to notice what he was doing.

"Hey!" Kendall heard as soon as he pressed the send button. He looked up to see both men staring at him. "What do you think you're doing?" The shorter man approached him and roughly grabbed his arm and forced him to stand, causing Kendall to lose his grip on his cell phone and drop it.

The taller man noticed the blond's phone on the ground and he bent down to pick it up. "Trying to be slick, huh?" He then proceeded to throw the phone on the ground and step on it hard, causing it to break.

Kendall's jaw dropped as he watched the man smash his phone into pieces. He looked up at the man in anger but he didn't dare to say anything.

The man just glared him before he angrily smacked the blond upside his head, hard. Kendall's knees buckled from underneath him and he fell to the ground. He was about sit up when he was kicked hard in the stomach, causing him to scream in pain.

All James, Carlos, and Logan could do was watch as Kendall was getting beaten up. Carlos felt helpless. He couldn't do anything to help Kendall and that was driving him crazy.

After what seemed like a lifetime to Kendall, the blows to his stomach stopped. He was then hauled up by his hair, causing him to groan pain. The man grabbed him by his shirt, and pulled him closer. "Next time it'll be worse." He spat. "I suggest you don't try my patience again, blondie. I have no problem putting a bullet through that thick skull of yours."

Next thing Kendall knew, he was shoved against the wall. He cried out in pain when his head hit the wall hard. He slid back down the wall, between Carlos and James. He glared up at the smaller man when he saw him looking at what would have been his cell phone. "Oops, that must have been expensive." He mocked the boy before laughing. "Your loss."

He smirked at the Kendall before going back to Kelly's desk.

A half hour must have passed before one of the men slammed his gun down on Kelly's desk hard and there was no mistaking he was angry. "Dammit!" He shouted. "It's not here!"

"Calm down, will you," he sighed and then continued, "it has to be here. Where else could it be?"

The smaller man looked at the wall where the four teens sat. "Stay here with the kids," he ordered. "I'm going to search the rest of the building." With that, he walked out of the studio. The four teens watched helplessly as the other man sat down on Kelly's desk and waited for his partner to come back.

Carlos struggled to free his hands from their bonds but it was no use. The cable was tied too tightly around his wrists.

About ten minutes later, the other man came back in the room. He immediately went right up to his partner and whispered something in his ear. The other man looked over at the four teens and walked up to Carlos. "How do we get into your boss's office, shorty?"

Carlos couldn't seem to find his voice in order to answer him. The man didn't like the silence and took his gun out, pointing it at Carlos' temple. "Tell me how to get into your boss's office now, kid."

Carlos was shaking in fear at this point. "H-he always locks his office up when he leaves. N-none of us have the key to get in." He stammered out.

"Son of a-" the man started to say before he was cut off by the phone on the wall ringing. It was either Gustavo or Kelly, Carlos was sure. The shorter man looked confused as to what he supposed to do. He walked up to the phone and looked at his partner, who stood in front of Carlos, and nodded. The taller man roughly grabbed a hold of Carlos' arm and pulled him up before dragging him over to where the other man was standing. "Hello?"

Carlos could hear a feminine voice on the other end and knew it was Kelly but couldn't quite make out what she said.

"You don't need to worry about who I am." The man answered, "I know who you are and I can assure you things will not end well if you don't get me what I'm looking for."

Kelly said something but Carlos couldn't make out what. "You know darn well what I'm looking for, Kelly." The man answered. Carlos looked up at him confused. Just what are they looking for?

"Don't play dumb with me," the man said. The man behind Carlos tightened his grip on the teen's arm, causing him to whimper in pain. "It will not end well for little Carlitos here, as well as the other three of Big Time Rush, if you do."

The man then laughed. "That'a girl, Kelly. Go to your boss and tell him to come back to Rocque Records immediately." Carlos turned his head to look over at his friends, they looked just as terrified as him. "I don't care if he's in a meeting. Get in there and stop it or the small Mexican here will get a bullet in his body. You understand me? I'm not messing around."

Carlos shivered in fear when he felt the cool metal of the gun pressed up against his back. The man paused. "I don't think you're in any position to be bargaining with me."

Another pause. The man sighed, annoyed. He turned around and signaled to his partner, who dragged Carlos over to him. Carlos was then freed from his restraints. "Make it quick, kid." The man orded, handing the phone to Carlos.

The Latino placed the phone against his ear. "Hello?"

"Carlos?" He heard Kelly's voice through the phone. He could tell she was worried sick. "Are you okay? Have they done to hurt you?"

Carlos shook his head. "No, I'm fine, Kelly."

"What about the other guys? Are they okay?"

Carlos took a deep breath. "Yeah, they're fine too."

"Oh thank god." Kelly gave a relieved sigh. "Listen to me, Carlos. Do everything they tell you to, Gustavo and I will be back soon. We're going to get you guys out there, I promise."

"Okay-" Carlos started to say before the phone was yanked out of his hand.

"It's like I told you, they're fine," the man said. "Now you listen to me. If you and your boss are not back here in the next hour, one of these boys will die. Perhaps maybe I should prove to you that I'm serious."

The man then pointed his gun at the ceiling and fired, causing Carlos to jump in fear. "You have one hour, understand?" The man said, shoving Carlos over to his partner. He paused. "Good." There was an evil smirk on his face. "See you soon." He then hung the phone up and turned to his partner. "Tie him back up and then put him back against the wall."

The other man nodded and before Carlos knew it, his hands were tied behind his back again. He was then dragged over to the wall where his friends sat, and harshly thrown into Kendall. "Sorry," Carlos apologized to Kendall before sitting up and positioning himself next to the blond.

"Not your fault," Kendall said and glaring at the men.

The shorter man smirked at the boys before sitting up on Kelly's desk, keeping his gun next to him. "Time to have some fun, boys."

The boys looked at him terrified. Just what was he planning to do?