~Frank's POV~

My head rolled on my shoulders as I began to wake up. The first thing I could feel was cold. Freezing, in fact. My eyes wouldn't open as my head fell limply forward. Why was it so cold?..

"Sorry to do this to you, Gee." An unfamiliar accent taunted, "Freeze him, Spencer."

The cold spread suddenly, throwing my head back with a loud scream...

I shot up, breathing heavily. This wasn't good. This was far from good...

I looked around the room. Josh was slowly nodding off to sleep; Tyler laying next to him with his arms wrapped Josh's waist. Phil was asleep on the table, drooling slightly on an open book in front of him. Patrick was next to me on the bed with a worried expression on his sleeping face. Pete was just across the room on the chair by the window. It was strange to see everyone asleep at once. It was just earlier that it seemed like none of us would be sleeping soundly...

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"Old friend?" Pete questioned further, his glow becoming more apparent still.

"Pete..." Patrick looked worriedly at Pete. He tugged at his shirt sleeve before reaching out to hold Pete's hand. That made his glow subside extremely.

"Dan and I... Well..." Phil looked down nervously. He shook his head, "It was a long time ago that I knew him. We came over here together! Things were bad back in London-London England, home of-ah, too... We thought America would be better."

"You thought..." Josh scoffed, brushing his fingers through Tyler's hair.

Phil laughed nervously. "Yea... We really did..." He looked down and nodded. "We got here and things changed with Dan. He changed..."

"Not for the better, I'd assume." Patrick said softly.

"Not at all. He thought we should help people trying to abuse our powers... But he saw it as beneficial?" Phil said the last part questioningly.

"Sounds like someone we used to know." Tyler said, bitterly. Josh frowned down at him.

"Sounds like someone similar to who took us got to him." Pete said, eyeing Phil suspiciously.

Phil looked sad. "That's why we separated. I knew he was getting really bad..."

"He doesn't even realize..." Patrick looked down, seeming to squeeze Pete's hand tighter.

I tugged at my hair as Phil began to explain Dan's powers. Who could we trust if we couldn't even trust our own kind? They were now using everything against us... What would happen to us? What would happen to Gerard?

"We've got to find them..." I said horsley. My throat hurt, even from just those few words. I brought my hand over my mouth and coughed, only hurting my throat worse.

"We will, Frank." Patrick promised, nodding in my direction.

I just looked down, continuing to tug at my hair. I thought we were done being afraid...

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I got up from where I was laying and walked around the bed. I know that dream was really just Gerard's point of view. Something bad had happened. Something bad had happened to my baby...

I shook my head and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I shouldn't of left him... It's not like I could of protected him with how fucked I had become...

"C'mon..." I raised my hand in the dark and began to twist my fingers, "You've got to spark just a bit..."

I leaned against the door and slid down, trying to will my sparks to ignite. I felt so worthless... How could I be so pathetic that I couldn't even make my powers work?..

I let out a cry before I finally hit my hand against my leg. I tugged at my hair again. Why couldn't I make it work? What was wrong with me?..

My hand slipped slightly, tugging out some of my hair. I let out a soft cry, shaking the strands out from between my fingers. I looked off into the darkness as a quiet thought crossed my mind. I crawled over to the cabinet under the sink and pulled it open. I reached in, feeling around until I found what I was looking for. I pulled out the electric razor, which buzzed to life with my touch.

"I'm sorry, Gee... I know you were kind of enjoying the short sides with longer top..." I said quietly before bringing the buzzing contraption to my hair.

I was stupid to think it would help me... But my hair had been growing out, it didn't really look good anymore...

I ran my fingers over my now buzzed hair. I threw the razor back under the sink, now blinking tears away. What was wrong with me? Why wasn't I normal... Or even normalish anymore?..

There was a faint tap on the door. "Frank?" Patrick's voice drifted through the wood, "Are you okay?"

I shook my head before I realized I was sitting in a dark room. I crawled back over to the door and reached up to turn the handle. The door opened just slightly as I slumped back against the wall. Patrick walked in with a tired, confused look on his face. When he saw me, he immediately knelt down next to me.

"Hey..." He flipped on the light before turning back to me, "You changed up your hair, hu?" He asked, trying to force a smile.

I knew he was trying to lighten the mood, but I couldn't stop my tears from flowing. He frowned before reaching out to hold my arm.

"We'll find him. I promise." He said quietly. He reached up and wiped a tear from my cheek. "We'll find everyone."

I just nodded. Eventually, he helped me to my feet and I found myself back in the bed. How could I sleep knowing Gerard was hurt?.. How could anyone?..

Maybe it was just pure exhaustion from everything happening...because somehow I ended up asleep yet again, my thoughts laced with worry...