Gerard's POV
The vibrations of a car's movement woke me up. My head hurt, and the pain was almost unbearable. I could feel sticky, dry blood on my face, all over my swollen eye and jaw. I had underestimated the short guy's strength. As much as I hated to admit it, he had beaten the shit out of me. There was something very familiar about him that I couldn't quite place my finger on. Maybe I had met him before, but didn't recognize him.
I felt a familiar sharp pain shoot up my leg. It felt as if someone had shot me with a ray gun, like what had happened four years ago. Oh, how I wished Frankie was here to hold me and carry me to safety, like he had long ago. He would've saved me from these people. I had no idea who they were, or why they had basically kidnapped me. I noticed we were all in a car, I was in the back seat, along with another guy who did not know I was awake. The wild curls that crowned his head reminded me a lot of Ray's hair. They looked very similar. The short man who had attacked me was sitting in the passenger's seat up front, examining the wounds I caused him. He didn't have his mask on, but I couldn't get a proper view of his face. There was another man driving, who had also taken his mask off. Before I could take a look at his face, I passed out due to the exhaustion and pain.
I awoke yet again, but in a diner. I looked out the window on my left and noticed we were still in the desert. Good. I could escape from anywhere, just as long as we weren't in the city. I reached for my ray gun, but it wasn't there. I tried to stand up, but instantly got dizzy and had to sit back down. At least I still had my mask on, without it I would lose my identity.
"You're not going anywhere buddy."
I turned to look at the three men, who were all standing by my right side. They looked serious, as if I was a possible threat. In the state I was in, I wouldn't be able to even attack them. I felt helpless and annoyed. I obviously wasn't part of BLind, couldn't they just let me go? I stared at them with a pleading look, but got nothing in return. I took a deep breath and said, "What do you want from me?"

Frank's POV

"We want to know who the hell you are and what you are doing here!" i growl at the man.

He was very familiar.....maybe if i could get him to tell me who he is? I can see the weakness and exaustion in his hazel eyes. Hazel eyes......

"Im Party Poison, now can you please let me go?" he pleads. I had no more pity left in me after what BLind did to Gerard.

Kobra steps forward to him and punches him, "You think we are going to let you go? Ha! Youre probably a spy. An exterminator. Now tell us who you really are before we use force!"

He looks at me with a familiar look. I really want to know who this guy is. If its an exterminator, we can kill him immediately. But what if he is a killjoy? We cant kill him.

"I am a killjoy from Zone 6. Just please let me go! I wont ever bother you again."

A killjoy? From Zone 6? We need to confirm this.

"Jet, go tell Dr.D that he needs to send out a radio broadcast to Zone 6, to see if this.....Party Poison.......is telling the truth."

He nods once and heads for the door, leaving me and Kobra with the prisoner. Relief seems to flood his eyes as Jet leaves the room. I take a step toward him and say, "Well, we need to take off your mask to see who you really are. If you are a killjoy and want us to trust us, you will let us."

Before the stranger could retaliate, i swipe his yellow mask from his face and i retreat to the wall when i see the man behind the mask. After years .......of searching........

Gerard.

Notes

I give so many hugs and unicorns to my co-writer. they are doing Gerards POV and she is given the hard job of writing somebody as if they are in agony.

THANK YOU MIKEY_WAYS_UNICORN!!!!!!