Outside was chaos. More than chaos. Everyone was yelling, someone was screaming, Frank's ears were ringing. Piper was crying. Hazel wouldn't leave his side. Leo was moaning his head donned a new bruise in the back. He'd barely known Jason for five minutes and the guy hadn't come out yet. Smoke billowed into the sky.

Ambulances wailed their sirens. Police cars were every where. Frank recognized the girl who's come running in with the boy. The mute girl who he met at the library.

Something bad must have happened. Something really ready bad. Jason hadn't come out. Neither had the mute girl. The girl that had been carrying the ticket stand guy, Chris, had charged through the back door coughing as she fell to the ground. The medics immediately took them to an ambulance. Piper had tried running back into the burning building, and was still screaming against the police.

They'd threatened to sedate her if she didn't calm down.

Frank gripped Hazel's hand, like a reassurance in this crazy mess.

The monsters had dispersed as soon as the grenade went off. Only a couple stayed but they left when the last police car showed up. None of them got caught. Frank didn't ready care at the moment. He kinda liked the fact he was breathing and alive more.

Frank held his breath waiting for Jason to come out. Hazel had silent tears down her face. Frank gave her hand a squeeze, a failed conniving attempt.

Two people ran through the crowd going completely through the police tape. People yelled at them, but they didn't seem to care.

They both wore black, but the girl had bright blue highlights to match.

"Jason!" She screamed, "Jase!"

Frank had no clue who this girl was, but she shoved off an oppressive officer and charged into the building.  The boy who'd come with her, let his yell die in his throat. His eyes looked tired like he hadn't slept in a couple nights.

An officer grabbed the boys arm roughly like it was all his fault for the explosion. And dragged him towards one of the cars.

Leo crawled to where they were, his head bandaged with white gauze. His eyes were glazed, and he bit his lip.

"Damnit, Jason. Come on!" Leo muttered, what everyone was thinking. Where was he?

Frank leapt to his feet. Smoke poured out the door, but someone trudged through it. They collapsed to the ground, with the dark fog rolling of them. It was a girl. The mute girl with the boy that had run in right before the bomb.

The medics ran up taking the boy gently and expertly to the ambulance, the girl was put an oxygen mask. She looked like she was crying, but no sound came out. The medics were taking to her asking questions and she couldn't reply.

"JASON!" Piper screamed again. Flames devoured the building. With a horrendous crash the front of the building caved in and the entire place was coated in debris and smoke.

Hazel gasped and turned to cry into Frank's shoulder. Leo clenched his hands into fists, hanging his head. Piper sobbed. Where the Hell were the firefighters?

Then Frank gasped, the side window off the building exploded outward. Two figures went tumbling to the ground rolling over each other. Second later the rest of the building dropped to the ground. Both figures were covered in soot and debris.

One raised her head, the girl who'd gone running into the fire. She looked ready to pass out. The doctors grabbed her and the other figure pulling them to the medical camp they set up.

Piper sobbed harder, Hazel looked up to the sky muttering some type of thank you prayer. Leo sighed with relief and fell over.

Jason was unconscious. His hair dark enough to be coal with the amount of soot in it. His head was messy with...was that blood?! His skin was pale, like he was already a corpse.

"Oh my Gods." Frank mumbled,  His voice cracked. Frank couldn't even say anything more. He felt like he just been disconnected from the world.

They'd just almost died.

He just almost died.

"Please, Miss, just use words!" Frank looked up from nearby. The mute girl was crying, her blond hair strewn all over the place. One of the medics, a volunteer guy, frustratedly, was trying to clean out the long dagger mark on her face. She was attempting to push him away, out tell him something with her hands.

Police. Important. Monsters.

Frank remembered his mother sitting him down one day. At a diner, she called the blond waiter over and ordered two hot chocolates, and looked back at Frank very seriously.

She started moving her hands and Frank was confused. They spent the rest of the day talking in sign language. And ever other weekend they'd go and work on the sign language, wether Frank wanted to or not. He used to hate those weekends, the only time he despised hanging with his mother.

"Why do I have to learn this stupid stuff?" Frank grumbled one running a finger along the rim off his hot chocolate cup.

"It will help you one day, Frank." His mother had said, "Now ask me what my favorite color is."

It hurt to remember. It hurt to think about it. After the crash, Frank never missed a day of going to that same diner. He studied, he cried, he never forgot. He signed [I love you] at his mother's funeral when words abandoned him.

Frank watched the girl sign.

He got up and Hazel, who had stated hysterically crying fell next to Leo, who'd seemed to have forgotten to get up. He felt his throat close up slightly, as he got closer.

The girl was shoving the medic away and the guy was yelling something at her.

"She wants you to stop." Frank read the girls signs, "Go check her friend."

The volunteer looked at him, a red glow around him as he ran a hand through his hair. "You can tell her that I can't it's my responsibility to make sure she's okay!"

Frank grabbed the guy and turned him to face the girl again, "She can hear you."

The guy groaned glaring at the sky, "Why won't she just talk?!"

Frank ducked down right as she punched. The girl knocked her fist right into the volunteers face with a sickening crack. The medic stumbled backwards, cursing.

"She's mute, you insensitive, ingrate!" Frank said, glaring at him. "She's been trying to and you haven't been watching!"

The guy muttered something, he covered his nose and hurried away blood dripping to the grass through the gaps in his fingers. Frank wrinkled his nose at the sulfuric smell. Dozens of flashes lit up the night, cameras of the paparazzi.

"Nice hit." Frank commented, the girl looked ready to hug him. "So what's going on?" He said it causally but he could barely keep from falling over sobbing uncontrollably.

The girl was a blur of motions that made Frank's head spin.

"Whoa, whoa!" Frank called grabbing her hands to slow them down, "I can't read that fast. Please slow down, calm down."

She blew a piece of her hair out of her eyes looking around nervously. Then she started again.

"The Monsters...they attacked you? At the dinner...that night at the library. Right?" Frank looked up at her, her stormy eyes looked scarred. But she kept a straight face. "You never made it back home that night, did you? They kidnapped you. How'd you get out, are you okay? Is that why they were trying to kill you two?"

She glared over at the ambulance were the boy in the blue hoodie was being treated, people were screaming and Frank winced at the commotion. The girl had tears in her eyes.

"Not him." Frank realized, "Just you."

Frank thought back to how she'd come carrying the boy in and the gunshots and the boy toppled to the ground right before the grenade blew.

"He jumped in front of a bullet." Frank whispered, "He saved you, and now he's..." The girl pulled her knees up to her chest.

"Do you know why they were trying to kill you?"

The girl took a deep breath, and her fingers danced in the air.

"You heard something? No sorry, saw something?" Frank glanced at her face for clarification. She nodded, and motioned again. Frank gasped, feeling his knees go weak, he grabbed the ambulances bumper to keep himself upright.

"You saw the leaders face." Frank whispered, "The actual leader. Of the Monsters. Are you sure? What did he look like? Who was it?"

The girl swallowed making a quick flick of her wrist that Frank didn't recognize. Her eyes went wide, and she slid back against the medical vans stretcher inside.

"What?" Frank asked, worriedly. The girl opened her mouth in a expression that said she was screaming.

"Excuse me, sir." Frank whipped around surprised. A police officer stood there his suit tall and polished, he held up a badge with the official police logo. He had a crooked smile, and dark eyes. Something about the guy set Frank's nerves on edge. Especial after the girls reaction to him.

His name badge was pinned professionally over the left pocket on his chest.

"Sir, I'd like to borrow Miss Annabeth Chase for interrogation. We have several reports of her and another young boy identified as Perseus Jackson running into the movie theater right before the explosion." The man said, his voice had a strange cold tone to it his eyes never left the girl, Annabeth's, eyes. Annabeth seemed to be trying to tell him something again. But this time with her eyes and not hands.

"Uh, sir, I don't believe Annabeth had a thing to do with the explosion. She's just another victim." Frank said.

"Duly noted, Mr. Zhang." Frank was startled that this officer knew his name. "If Miss Chase, refuses to come I have orders to use force."

"Who's orders?"

The police officer, turned to look at him with cold eyes. Frank felt as if he'd just been plunged into a cold vat of water filled with electric eels.

"Sir, please step aside." The officer said. "If you do not then I will be forced to arrest you."

Frank swallowed hard he glanced at the nametag again, trying to remember where he'd seen that name before. A cold chill settled on him.

Frank stepped back.

The officer grabbed Annabeth's arm. She opened her mouth like a whimper and the tears flooded down her face. The officer didn't act gentle. He didn't act like an officer.

He tugged Annabeth towards a police car, the same one where the boy who'd accompanied the girl with blue highlights, was currently. The boy in the blue sweatshirt, Perseus, was still in the ambulance, though it looked like the officer would've loved to drag the unconscious boy along too.

Annabeth looked back at him pleadingly. She mouthed two words, making the motion she had earlier again. Frank still didn't recognize it.

But he did know the two words she mouthed.

"Piper!" Frank yelled, running towards the girl who was sobbing next to Jason's ambulance. "I need your phone!"

Frank set his jaw, Annabeth's terrified face as she mouthed help me played over and over again in his mind.

And where had he read the name Luke Castellan lately?