"And I just hope you know
That if you say (if you say)
Goodbye today (goodbye today)
I'd ask you to be true (cause I'd ask you to be true)
'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you"
~"Cancer" by My Chemical Romance

*Mikey's Point of View*
Frank arrived in Baden about a week ago. He's been really busy training, but he's been talking to us too. He really hit it off with Bunny, and with Patrick, and with me. The only person he doesn't actually get along with is Gerard. He fights with Gerard a lot.
And he sings.
He told us about a bunch of bands, like Misfits, and The Smiths, and he showed us songs like Asleep, Last Night I Dreamnt Somebody Loved Me, and Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want by the Smiths, and Dig Up Her Bones, Last Caress, and Die Die My Darling by Misfits.
We decided that we'll call our little group The Misfits, because Frank never shuts up about them. Our members are called outcasts. We all did a little voting thing on it.
We also voted for a leader.
We all voted for Gerard, of course.
Gerard says that Frank isn't an outcast yet. He says that Frank needs to pass a test of sorts first. He says it will be a new tradition now that we're an "official group".
I don't have the faintest idea of what he was talking about. He sure as hell never made anyone else do that.
He hates Frank, I think...
Speak of the devil.
Gerard fell silent when Frank returned home with Ray. They had been hunting, and Frank had actually gotten pretty good with a bow.
The two black haired boys exchanged glares, then Frank walked over to the other side of the table to sit down in his regular spot between Patrick and Bunny. Ray took his seat between Gerard and I. I sighed at the tension that now crackled in the air around us.
"So, uhm... How was your day?" My awkward question was directed at no one in particular. Everyone stared at me for a moment, and then quiet mumbled of "fine" and, "it was okay" reached my ears.
Not exactly a surprise...
"Ray, what's for dinner?"
Everyone was now staring at the half-blood expectantly.
"Venison." He had a large elk slung over his left shoulder.
"Dig in." I saw Frank grimace at the thought of eating raw meat again.

Later that night, as I was trying to sleep, I saw a little light shining that was keeping me awake. It was Frank, sleeping in the bunk below me. He had asked to sleep in here tonight, and Pete was out with Patrick. He had a little box in his hand, and he was just staring at it.
"My phone works here..." I heard him murmur.
Then he held the little box to his ears for awhile, and I saw tears rolling down his cheeks. He threw the little box at the wall and then stormed out.
I quickly woke Gerard up, and then we followed him.

*Frank's Point of View*
I had twenty-three text, fifteen missed calls, and two voicemails. Twenty-two of the text, twelve of the calls, and one voicemail were from Jamia. I had one text, two calls, and another voicemail from her father, Marc.
I flipped through the text, and the one that I noticed the most was from Marc. The one's from Jamia were mostly just angry text, telling me how much she hates me, and how we're breaking up and stuff. The last text she sent was a long apology.
I read the text from Jamia's dad.
To: Frank
From: Marc
Message: Hello Frank, Jamia has been missing for about two days now, and I'm really worried about her. I was wondering, has she contacted you?
I checked the date of the apology text. It was sent to me two days before her father sent the text, which was sent three days ago.
I then listened to her voicemail, which she left on the same night, at around ten pm.
"Hey Frankie... Uh... its uh Jam... I uh... I just... I'm really sorry about all those nasty text that I sent you, it's just that uh... things haven't really been the same here without you, and uh... you weren't answering your phone, or texting me so I uh... I got wor-" Her voice was cut off, and there was a clunk, and some muffled screaming, and then silence. My heart leapt in my throat, and I quickly hung up. I prayed silently that she was okay.
I then listened to the other voicemail. It had actually been left for me earlier today. What her father said brought me to tears.
"Hey bud," The message started out with her father sounding cheerful, but sad, "This is, uh Marc. I was just calling you to tell you that we found Jamia..." There was a long pause, and I was about to hang up when he started talking again, "But uh... she died in the hospital this morning, and I thought that maybe you should know because you were her boyfriend and all. His voice was shaking, He was crying, and now so was I. "That uh... that was all. Bye Frankie... hope you got someone to talk to and everything."
The message was over.
Tears stung at the corner of my eyes, and I suddenly threw my phone at the wall, and it broke into three pieces. Then I got up, and I stormed out of the room. I felt Mikey watching me, but I didn't think he would follow me.

'Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck.' My words were mushing together as I stumbled backwards, beginning to panic a little. I threw my hands up in front of my face, in attempt to protect myself. Claws racked at my skin, tearing my shirt, and four huge gashes in my chest. I felt blood beginning to spill down my chest, and already I was starting to feel light headed.
The large wolf-like creature was then thrown across the clearing by some unseen force. It barreled into some trees with a yelp. It lay there whimpering pitifully until it was killed by whatever the fell had saved me.
Then Gerard was pinning me to the ground. I was even more fucked.
I saw his nostrils flare, and his eyes flashed with hunger as the scent of blood reached his nose, but he didn't do anything about that.
"You are an idiot!" He hissed in my face.
Then I started to cry, and he drew back.
"You made him cry!" Mikey hissed, dragging Pete into the clearing. Pete was making a small incision on his left palm, just to the point where it was bleeding. He pressed the wound against my lips, and gingerly I swallowed the electric blue liquid that he called blood.
Slowly the wounds on my chest began to heal, and the pain began to fade.
I swallowed hard, and continued to cry.
"Why the hell are you crying?"
Gerard was obviously not good with other people, or other creatures.
I cried harder.

"I said," I said brushing Mikey's hand off my shoulder, "I'll be fine!" I shoved the blonde haired boy away from me, and continued to bite back tears. Gerard just glared at me from across the room, and I started to cry again.
"Just yell at me already, and get it over with!" I spat through my tears.
"Why did you leave?" His voice was calm, and collected, which scared me even more, so I started to cry harder.
"That's none of your concern!" I sobbed. I was trying to be brave, but it didn't really work, because of the hot teas that streamed down my face. He laughed, a cold bone chilling laugh that made my blood turn.
I cried harder.
"Stop it!" Gerard shouted.
I cried even harder.
Gerard stood up and stormed out of the room, leaving me to cry with Mikey. He slammed the door behind him. Mikey stared at me not sure exactly what to do. He tried to rub my back, but I punched him in the stomach.
"W-why are you crying?" Mikey persisted. I ignored him and I kept sobbing. "Please stop?" He asked, I pushed his hand away, trying to make him realize that all I wanted was to be left alone... forever.
Jam was dead, and I didn't get to talk to her before she died. This was so horrible. I kept crying, the tears flowing faster.
I couldn't believe it.
Then I threw up.
Mikey screamed like a girl.
"Gross!" He shrieked.
Missy laughed.
Pete laughed.
Patrick laughed.
Ray laughed.
Bunny laughed.
Mikey laughed.
I laughed.
And then I forgot why I was crying... In that moment I was just glad that I had been found by this bunch of weirdos, and they had accepted me as their friend. I had a feeling that I was going to enjoy my time in Baden.

Later that night, we sat around the fire, in a circle as usual, laughing, and joking around. Patrick was in the middle of telling a funny story when Gerard dropped down from the tree house, pointing at me.
"I want him gone."

Notes

So there is already conflict between the two main characters, what a surprise. Can't wait to see what you guys think about this chapter!

I should have some more chapters up tomorrow!!

On another note, my math teacher has amazing music taste.

His favorite band is Fall Out Boy.
And he knows My Chem.
And Panic!
And The Smiths
And Misfits.