~Brendon's POV~

"Another wearhouse?" I asked dully, following Ryan and Spencer. Gerard trailed along after me, silent.

"It's safe." Ryan replied simply, "We need to swipe more cash to pay for a hotel room. I'll scout tomorrow..."

"With who?" Spencer asked, shaking slightly. His nervous, freezing tick was setting in again.

"By myself." Ryan said simply, grabbing hold of the old wearhouse door and tugging it open.

I shot him a look, but he ignored it. Why was he acting like this? This wasn't the Ryan I remembered. He was being cold and distant.

"The fuck you are." I shot at him, feeling anger rising inside me from his ignoring. I walked over to him and grabbed his arm, "We don't do this shit alone. We stick together, but you've seemed to have forgotten about that, haven't you?" I spat the last bit at him. He gave me a slightly hurt look, but I didn't care through my anger.

"Spencer...Can you take Gerard inside and get him settled?" Ryan spoke softly, not moving his eyes away from mine.

Spencer looked between us before walking over to Gerard and ushering him inside. Once in, Ryan spoke again.

"I'm trying to keep us safe-"

"You split up two people who are depending on each other right now." I said harshly, "Frank is fucked up, Ry. Gerard was the only thing keeping him okay!"

"They have a link!" Ryan argued back," It will keep them together! It will link the whole group together!"

"Ryan, what's up with you?" I just felt so angry. I didn't understand it. "You're... You're different..."

Ryan was quiet. He took a step towards me and continued to look in my eyes. I could feel him in my head. I could feel him searching my memories. My eyes fluttered as he continued.

"Stop it, Ry..." I said quietly. I felt dizzy...

"You don't trust me..." Ryan frowned at me.

I closed my eyes. I couldn't keep them open. I was feeling weak. I could feel Ryan's hands slide up my arms and hold me tightly.

"Baby, it's me..." Ryan spoke softly. His words seemed to echo in my head. I nodded faintly. His words felt genuine...They had to be...

"I love you..." Ryan continued softly. I felt his lips brush lightly against mine. "Don't forget that again..."

This time, his lips planted themselves on mine. I let my lips move along with his. It was what my fuzzy mind said to do at this moment. Just go along with it. So I did. My eyes remained closed as he continued to kiss me. That was it before I felt myself fall into his arms. He shushed me softly as I drifted into the fuzz currently invading my mind.

I woke up to light. I rubbed my eyes with a groan and looked around. I was on some old mattress with springs sticking out by my arm. I propped myself up on my arms and looked around. It was a small room...and Spencer and Gerard were here as well.

"Where's Ry?.." I asked with a yawn.

Spencer looked up at me. "Scouting..." He replied quietly.

"Alone!?" I questioned.

"He wouldn't let us go with him..." Spencer said, "I'm sorry, Dude..."

I let myself fall back on the tattered mattress with a groan. What was going on?.. I finally sat up with a sigh.

"How are the others?" I asked Gerard quietly.

He nodded, "Good. They found another hotel...They're okay..."

"We shouldn't of split up..." I mumbled, "we shouldn't of...right?" My brain felt fuzzy as I thought more about it. I shook it away with a sigh.

"But we did..." Spencer looked down, " How much better off are we?.."

"Hardly better than that place." Gerard's words were hardly audible.

~Frank's POV~

Josh was the only other one awake besides me. I didn't like to sleep anymore.

I didn't know what I liked anymore.

I don't know what happened when Gerard got to me in that place. Did he really make it in time? Or was it just sheer luck and our link that brought me back?..

I saw my family after everything went black.

My family was dead.

They were killed when my mother tried to protect me as a child. She hid me in a secret hide away, and that's the last time I saw her. My father had ushered me away with her before she hid me. That was the last time I saw him.

Then there was my adopted sister. She was cursed the same way I was, with an ability. She could manipulate water the way I could manipulate electricity. Our parents didn't shun us, they encouraged us and our gifts...which is what got them killed.

"Amelia?.." I reached out to my sister through the darkness. She came close, but just barely out of reach. She shook her head and smiled sadly at me.

"It's not time yet, Frank." She said in her soft and calming voice.

"Th-then why can I see you?.." I asked with confusion, seeing my mother and father walking out of the darkness behind Amelia.

"You're still debating." Amelia replied, "But I'm here to tell you that it's not time yet."

I looked at her for a moment longer before my eyes trailed to my mother. She had that same sadness behind her eyes.

"Mama, I'm so sorry..." I felt guilt in my chest, "I should have protected you..."

"You were eight..." She said, shaking her head, "It was my job to protect you."

I wiped my eyes and looked at my dad. I couldn't even say anything to him before they all began to fade.

"No! Please don't leave me again!" I cried out, trying to run towards them. It didn't work...they were fading away...

I shook my head at the memory. I couldn't of been dead...Gerard couldn't bring me back...could he have?..

I sighed. He and I met not long after my incident. He never said what happened to his family, but he was alone too. So we decided to be alone together. That's how it had always been... Until we got caught... And we were shipped to that place...

I thought I was fine after I woke up to Gerard crying and holding me, but as soon as we left the building something changed. An emptiness absorbed me...and I couldn't escape it. Gerard tried to help me, but I couldn't beat it... I lost my will to talk... My will to fight... My everything about me... And I didn't know why.