"Today is the one year anniversary of the dreadful tragedy that took place on Mount Wentz," the reporter said. "Sheriff Annie Cline was in charge of the investigation."

"Thanks for having me, Marty," Annie said.

"Listeners, we're hoping for an update on Andrew and Hillary Wentz, the twins who are still missing," Marty said.

"One year ago tonight the Wentz twins left the safety of their parents' lodge and headed into a snowstorm," Sheriff Annie said.

"Was foul play involved?" Marty asked.

"Not officially, no," she denied. "There is one individual who we're considering a person of interest but his whereabouts are currently unknown. He has an interesting history with the Wentz family. He had warned them about pursuing their construction project and claimed the land was sacred to his forefathers."

"There is still the old Sanitorium on the mountain," he said. "Could he be hiding there?"

"My officers did search the grounds but we didn't find any sign of him," she said. "The twins themselves wouldn't have been able to make it that far either."

"Something about that mountain seems to breed tragic events," Marty said. "Well, thank you for joining us, Annie."

Jamia ended the podcast, letting out a depressed sigh before clicking onto Pete's video that he sent out to all his friends.

"Hello, friends and fans," Pete said in front of a camera. "It's beyond awesome to have you all here again. First off, I gotta say it's super awesome to welcome all my friends back to the annual blackwood winter getaway. Let's take a moment to address the elephant in the room. I know you're all worried about me and I know it's gonna be tough on all of us going back after what happened last year but I just want you all to know it means so much to me that we're all doing this and I know it means so much to Andrew and Hillary that we're all together doing this and thinking of them. I really want to spend some quality time with each and every one of you. Share some moments we'll never forget for the sake of my sisters. So...well, let's party like we're fucking pornstars and make this the party we'll never forget!"

Jamia's bus rolled up to a stop outside Blackwood Pines. Jamia Nestor was Hillary's best friend. They did everything together from getting matching butterfly tattoos to even dying Jamia's hair bleach blonde. She was diligent, considerate and adventurous. She also didn't seem to notice the figure with the machete behind her.

"Hello? Is someone there?" She asked, hearing the sound of leaves rustling.

She walked through the path until getting to the large iron gate surrounded by stone walls. There was a note taped to the gate.

The gate's busted, climb over!

Jamia sighed unhappily. She was never the most athletic. She was hoping for a nice relaxing weekend in the lodge just sitting in front of the fire with a good book. Instead, she was out in the cold climbing up a stone wall. She made it over the side and panted, dropping down into the snow when a little squirrel crossed her path.

"Hey, little fella, are you hungry?" She asked.

She crouched down and pulled out a packet of peanuts.

"Cutie," she muttered as the squirrel took the nuts and ran.

She spotted a map on a sign when she got to a building. However, graffiti was scrawled over it in red paint.

THE PAST IS BEYOND OUR CONTROL

"Wow, graffiti all the way up here," she muttered.

There was a backpack next to the cable car building.

"Frank? You here?" She asked as she walked towards the bag. "You're not in the bag, are you?"

She noticed his phone buzzing inside his backpack and debated whether or not she would sneak a peek. She was curious but knew that her and Frank weren't the closest so it would probably be a little bit weird. She finally decided to close the bag so the phone didn't fall out.

"Jamia, you made it," Frank said.

Frank Iero was the more punk one of the friend group. His hair was shaved and dyed red on the sides, arms decorated with tattoos. He was methodical, humorous and protective. He was especially protective of Gerard, his close friend and crush.

"So, I found something that's kind of amazing," he said as he picked up his backpack.

"What is it?" Jamia asked curiously.

"I'm not just going to tell you," Frank said with a roll of his eyes. "You're going to have to come and see for yourself."

They went around the building but stopped when they saw a wanted poster for a man named Victor Milgram. He's been missing since 1998 ut his picture wasn't there because the bottom of the wanted poster had been ripped off.

"Oh man, look at this," Jamia said.

"Nice, you think we'll get a visit from America's Most Wanted?" Frank joked.

"Looks like someone thought so," she muttered.

"Oh come on, this place is abandoned most of the time anyways, nobody comes up here," he reassured.

They walked over to a shooting range and Frank picked the rifle up cockily.

"Pretty cool, huh?" He asked.

"Yeah," Jamia said, a little more unsure than her friend.

"Come on, look at these beauties!" Frank cheered.

"Um, beauties is not the word that comes to mind," Jamia denied. "Why is this even here?"

"What do you mean?" Frank asked.

"What the hell is a shooting range doing at the base of a ski lodge?" She asked.

"Have you ever met Pete's dad?" He asked. "The dude thinks he's Grizzly Adams or something. Wanna try?"

"You go ahead, Grizzly," she said.

"Alright, here we go," he said.

Frank looked through the scope of the rifle. He shot at all the targets perfectly.

"Nice shootin', Texas Ranger," Jamia mocked.

Frank danced. "I'm bad! I am a badass!"

He went back to shoot, looking their the scope to aim when a little squirrel came into the range. Frank made sure to avoid he, he loved animals. He was a vegetarian, afterall. Instead, he shot a sandbag.

"Your ass just got sacked!" He cheered.

Jamia rolled her eyes at his lame attempt of a joke.

"Hey, sharpshooter, our ride is here," Jamia said, gesturing to the incoming cable car.

Frank reluctantly put down the rifle. He was just starting to get the hang of it and was really even enjoying it.

"It's definitely weird being back here," Frank admitted as they walked towards the building.

"I swear, the moment I got here it just all came flooding back," she said.

"A year goes by fast," he muttered.

"It must be really hard on Pete," Jamia said.

"I don't know how he keeps it together," he said. "I would be a complete wreck if I were in his shoes."

"Well, we're all just going to have to keep an eye on him," she said. "He just doesn't really seem like the kind of person to call out for help, you know?"

Frank nodded as they got to the door of the building. Jamia tried to open it but it didn't budge.

"That's weird," she said. "It's locked."

"Yeah, Pete wanted us to keep it locked to keep people out," Frank said.

"What people?" Jamia asked.

"I don't know, he said they found some people sleeping in the station here one time," he said.

"Creppy," Jamia said..

Frank smiled, pulling out a key and unlocking the door.

"After you," he said.

"A real gentleman," she said. "Ugh, I thought the cable car was closer."

They looked at the car, still a little bit aways on its route.

"Guess we gotta wait," he said.

"I'm started to understand the appeal of killing time at the shooting range," Jamia said. "How long is it going to take?"

"It's a big mountain, Mia," Frank stated.

Jamia scowled before looking off into the distance over the railing.

"It's so beautiful during the day but at night it's menacing," she said. "Like a sleeping giant."

"You gonna publish?" Frank questioned.

"What?" Jamia asked in confusion.

"Your pretty poem, 'The Sleeping Giant of Blackwood Forest,'" he mocked.

"Oh shut up," Jamia said, rolling her eyes as she hit him on the shoulder.

Frank just smiled and went up to the control room. He looked at the old poster hanging up on the wall, advertising the Blackwood Pines hotel and sanatorium.

"What a crazy place to set up a house, no matter how rich you are," Frank said.

"They're not so rich, they only bought a mountain," Jamia said sarcastically from outside the control room.

There was a small monitor on a table that was staticy and he went to look closer when the cable car got here. They got into the car together after Jamia threatened to leave him behind and Frank made some joke about how it was like they were going to the prom together.

"I really hope this was the right thing to do," Jamia said.

"What do you mean?" Frank asked.

"You know, getting everyone together on the anniversary," she said. "Pete seemed pretty pumped about us all getting together to do something."

"He definitely did," Frank agreed. "I haven't seen him this excited about something in a long time."

"Good, it's hard to tell with him and I've kinda been worried," she said.

"No, no, it's definitely a good thing," Frank said.

"I hope everyone else feels the same way," she said.

"Well, we're here, aren't we?" He asked.

Jamia smiled and lightly hit his arm again.

"You have got to stop doing that," he said. "Let's just stop talking about what happened last year and enjoy the trip instead."

"You know what, you're right," she agreed.

"Have I ever told you the story of how me and Pete met?" Frank asked and Jamia shook her head. "Okay, third grade. Pete sat in the back of the room, I sat in the front, we didn't even know each other existed. But, the kid sitting next to Pete started strap snapping the training bra on the girl in front of him, so the teacher made him move to the front, where I was sitting."

"Okay, so?" Jamia asked.

"So I got moved to the back!" Frank exclaimed.

"And?" She asked.

"And next to Pete," Frank said. "That's how we met! And we're still best friends to this day."

"A match made in heaven," Jamia said.

"If it weren't for the fact that Jeanie Smith hit puberty, like, three years early and on that day decided to wear a low cut shirt that showed off her training bra. I mean, who knows? You could be riding in this cable car alone. Or with someone else entirely. Boom, butterfly effect."

Ryan sat waiting at the top of the cable car station with an envelope in his hand. He was Brendon's new boyfriend. He was confident and trusting but also irreverent. His makeup was usually done but today he wore just a bit of eyeliner and had his soft brown hair resting gently on his forehead. He was tall and slim and overall beautiful.

"Boy, oh boy, time to meet and greet," he muttered to himself.

He got up and walked a few feet before pounding on the glass of the door scared him. He gasped but found only Jamia and Frank.

"What the hell?" He asked.

"Ry, hey!" Frank called.

"Ryan, over here!" Jamia called.

"Are you two having some kind of stroke?" Ryan asked.

"We got stuck in this stupid thing," Frank said.

"Can you please let us out? Pretty please?" Jamia asked.

Ryan smirked, tempted to let them boil for a bit. Instead, he pressed the button to unlock the door and let them out.

"I thought we were going to die in that cable car," Frank said sarcastically. "Another ten minutes and we would surely be goners."

Frank smirked and snatched the letter out of Ryan's hand.

"Hey!" Ryan exclaimed as he tried to grab it back.

"Frank!" Jamia scolded.

"My, my," Frank said. "It looks like someone has a lil' crush on our class president, Brendon Urie. what kind of sizzling erotica could our dear little Ryan be writing."

"Bren and Sarah split, we're together," Ryan explained.

"Woah, drama," Frank said.

"No really," Ryan denied. "It's pretty clear cut. Sarah's out, I'm in."

Ryan walked up and snatched the letter back, crossing his arms angrily.

"Alright, Alright, let's just go up to the lodge already," Frank said. "I'm getting tired of all this nature and junk. I might just go back down to the shooting range."

"You guys go ahead, I'm just going to wait here for a bit and see who else comes," Ryan said.

"You mean Brendon?" Frank teased.

"What? I mean, you know, whoever," Ryan denied.

Jamia wasn't bothered by their conversation as she walked towards the edge of the mountain. She look over the snowy peaks, white glistening under the moonlight.

"Can you believe this view?" She asked. "I forgot how breathtaking it is. It's truly beautiful."

More than halfway up the mountain, Dallon held the gate open for Sarah.

"They seriously couldn't have made the lodge next to the cable cars?" Sarah asked in annoyance.

She was intelligent, persuasive and resourceful. Most people thought she could kind of be a bitch. She had curly brown hair and the most striking bright blue eyes any of them had ever seen.

"I don't think it would have been as pretty," Dallon said.

Dallon was Sarah's current boyfriend. He was motivated, ambitious and active. That could definitely be told by the blue and white varsity jacket he was constantly wearing.

"Where is the bellboy when you need one?" She asked, despite the fact that she wasn't carrying any of the luggage, Dallon was.

They walked over a bridge on their way up to the lodge when Sarah began to shiver.

"Getting chills," she muttered.

"We're almost--"

"Not like that it's cold," she interrupted. "Just creeped out. It's gonna be weird seeing everyone up there again."

"Definitely not gonna be like a regular party," Dallon agreed. "I mean, what do you think--"

He was cut off when a man jumped out from behind the bridge, making them both shriek as Dallon dropped the bags.

"Dude!" He shouted.

"Brendon!" Sarah scolded.

Brendon was tall, with a brown quiff and matching brown eyes. He was intelligent, driven and persuasive.

"You really should have seen your faces right then!" He laughed.

"I almost clocked you," Dallon said.

"Brendon, you're a jerk," Sarah said.

Come on guys, we're all friends here, right?" Brendon asked. "No need for violence, just a little harmless fun. We're up in the woods, it's spooky, come on, let's get into the spirit of things!"

"The spirit of things?" Sarah asked. "Seriously, what is wrong with you?"

"I'm just trying to lighten the mood, Sar," he said. "Don't be like that."

"Like what?" She asked with narrow eyes as she crossed her arms.

"Like the way you're being, you always get like this," he said.

Dallon sighed. "Michael... I'm just gonna lay it out, otherwise this whole weekend's gonna suck ass for everyone. Um, this is super awkward, and we all know it. Let's just, uh, acknowledge it now and move on. Okay?"

"Dallon--" Sarah started but was interrupted.

"I hear you man, I get it," Brendon said. "I don't wanna make this weird.

"Cool, so we're good?" He asked.

"All good," brendon confirmed.

Sarah snickered. "What, are you guys gonna make out now?"

"Oh my god, totally, we're so gonna make out!" Brendon mocked in a high pitched voice. "No, seriously, I'm gonna go check on the cable car back down the trail."

"See you, man," Dallon said.

He started down the hill and Dallon picked the bags back up, starting to head up but Sarah didn't go.

"Ah, crap," she muttered.

"What?" Dallon asked.

"Could you take these the rest of the way?" She asked.

"The bags?" He asked.

"Yeah just...all the bags," she said.

"Okay, why?" he asked.

"I need to go find Jamia," she said.

"Okay, why?" He repeated.

"Sorry, I just really need to go find her," she said. "I totally forgot I needed to talk to her before we get all the way up there."

"This really can't wait?" Dallon asked. "We're almost there."

"It's important," she stated. "Dallon, please."

"Alright, fine, if it's so important," Dallon agreed. "I guess I can horse pack the rest of the way, but you owe me one."

"Excuse me?" Sarah asked.

"Well then, we're even, at least," he said.

"I'll think about it," Sarah said.

"Just be careful," Dallon said. "It's dark out and we're in the middle of the woods."

"See you up there, sweetie, thank you," she said before walking towards the cable car station.

Gerard Way was up by the lodge, using a pair of binoculars attached to the railing. Through it she found Sarah and Brendon on the path together. Brendon caressed her cheek before giving her a hug.

"Looks like someone's getting a little friendly," she said. "They might need to check the expiration date on their breakup."

Gerard had dyed black hair and beautiful hazel eyes. He was academic, inquisitive and forthright. She also had a major crush on Frank.

He zoomed out when Dallon's face suddenly appeared. He screamed, jumping back.

"Sorry there, didn't mean to scare you," Dallon said. "Well, I did mean to scare you sort of scare you, but not ike for real scare you."

"Oh my gosh," he said, lightly pushing Dallon.

"Hey, wow man, I'm really sorry, Gee, damn," he said.

"It's okay, it's fine, it's fine," Gerard brushed off.

"What are you looking at?" He asked. "See something juicy with that thing? Lemme check it out."

Gerard debated whether or not to share their scandal or whether he should just leave it to come out on their own. Who knows, maybe what he had been seeing was actually completely innocent.

"It's kinda busted," he lied. "It's not like it's anything interesting."

"What? For real?" Dallon asked. "I bet I could find something cool like a bear chowing down on a fox or something."

"Ah, sure, if you say so," Gerard said.

Dallon looked through the binoculars. "Awe, son of a bitch. Seriously Sarah? What the hell, man?"

"It's probably nothing," Gerard said.

"Nothing? Is it ever just nothing with Sarah? Ever?" Dallon questioned.

"I don't know," Gerard mumbled.

"Goddammit."

Back at the upper cable car station, Ryan sat on a bench looking at his nails. He picked p his phone when a snowball hit the wall next to him, making him drop his phone in fright.

"Oh, you did not just do that," he scoffed.

"Put your hands where I can see 'em, we've got you surrounded," Brendon said in a western accent.

"But who am I to retaliate?" Ryan asked in the same voice. "What choice do I, a supple young rebel boy, have but to surrender to the strapping military guard come take me into custody.

"Well, I dunno when you put it like that," he said.

Ryan snatched up a snowball before quickly taking off in a run.

"Hey!" Brendon exclaimed.

He hit Brendon with the snowball before ducking down behind a picnic table.

"Great, you're gonna pay for that one," he said.

Ryan giggled and began to make a new snowball, despite the fact that the cold snow was hurting his bare hands.

"Where are you hiding, little chick-a-dee?" He asked.

Ryan threw it, hitting Brendon right in the face before he started running again cheering, "Bullseye!"

Brendon threw a snowball but Ryan narrowly dodged it before ducking down behind a tree stump to build another snowball.

"Hello, come on," he muttered when he couldn't find Brendon.

He finally jumped out and he through another snowball at Brendon.

"That's right!" Ryan cheered.

"Ow, I'm gonna find you, Ry!" Brendon exclaimed.

"And then what?" He taunted.

"Woah-ho," Brendo gasped, trying to hit Ryan again as he ran away.

"No more!" Ryan exclaimed.

"Oh yeah, you're going down," he said as he tackled Ryan, pinning him down to the ground.

The two were inches apart, their hot breaths fanning over each other's faces in the cold.

"Gotcha, it's done," Brendon said as he pinned his boyfriend in the snow. "It's done. Done city."

"So, did I go down?" Ryan asked with a smirk.

"Uh, I don't think so," Brendon denied.

"Mhm, I think you'd know so if I did," he said. "So, are we calling it in my favor, then?"

"You're a worthy opponent, Mr. Ross the Snowball King," Brendon said.

"That sounds vaguely dirty," Ryan said.

Brendon smirked and leaned down, kissing Ryan deeply. Their tongues gently brushed against each other before he pulled away in a manner that was far too soon for Ryan's liking.

"Wow, save some for later, baby," Ryan said.

"I've got an endless reserve," Brendon said. "We should get up to the lodge."

"Yeah, it's so nice out here, though," Ryan said. "Pretty breathtaking."

They got up either way, brushing themselves off from the snow.

"I mean, I could stay out here for pretty much ever, provided I was making out with you the whole time," Brendon said.

"Just making out?" Ryan asked.

"Quote, unquote," he said.

"Well, I think we might freeze to death somewhere between those quotes," he said.

They both walked up towards the lodge, neither of them noticing the other stranger arriving in the cable car.