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Psycho Chan's Note: Hey people! I worked REALLY REALLY hard on this. Typing it up was a bitch. I drank A LOT of coffee for this…Twitter Chan says I'm a coffee addict now. Just because I drink coffee straight out of the pot does NOT make me an addict…Anyway, like I said. Twitter Chan and I spend about three days on this. I typed it up though so it sucks a lot. I really am horrible at writing, but I love it so much…I hope you enjoy this as much as we did.

There Are No Mistakes in Love

Chapter One: The Wake

Something wasn't right. Something was wrong. The air was cold and it was dark. A soft groan is heard in a small room, where a red head lays. Opening his eyes, Francis sits up, confused. The last thing he remembered was a fight with Static and Gear. Actually, it was a fight with Gear. He had heard Static shout something and then nothing. Sudden pain and then a cold blackness.

Speaking of pain, the rebel teen realizes the throbbing in his head. It was horrible, like his skull was crushed. "God my head…" the man sets his hand carefully on the ache, shaking his head. He sits up to see the room. There was a window he could not see through, a door, and a bed. That was it. "This isn't the warehouse…"

"Oh good, you're up." An unfamiliar voice is heard as the ugly grey door opens quickly and without a sound. A man dressed in dark blue walks into the room with handheld computer.

"?Where the hell am I?" Francis struggles to see beyond his left eye, where the throbbing pounds.

"We cannot give you that information."

Annoyed, Francis growls. "What the fuck can you tell me then?"

"You are 'dead'. Or so to speak."

"Dead?" HotStreak looks at the man in confusion. How can I be dead when I'm right here?

"Two weeks ago…your head was crushed by a stray beam in that warehouse in the Dakota Fields docking section. You were declared dead before Static and Gear could get you to the hospital. But what they didn't know was that your body went into shock. Shutting down completely. You were transported here, now in our custody, where you will be given a new identity and will be relocated to a new home with a new name."

Staring at the man, HotStreak was a bit disoriented. He had never been outside of Dakota really. He was born and raised there. He never even thought about leaving that sad city. "That shit only happens in movies…" the man doesn't answer. His face doesn't even change. "Fine. What the hell is my name now?"

"Jay Thomas Granit."

That's sure creative. Jay was his father's name and Granit was another word for stone. That was sad. Really sad.

"You are not to use your powers or return to Dakota Fields."

"I grew up there."

"Sorry." Francis could tell this man was use to lying through his teeth. "We will transport you soon." And with that, the man Francis loathed left.

"Good luck keeping me out of my home town you bastard." Francis too left, with plans to return.