A/N : Hey y'all ! I'm baaaaack ;) And with a new chapter too ? You're ever so welcome ^_^ ... I'm so modest, aren't I ? xD Well, whatever, enjoy the next part xD

The next morning brought clouds that were quite unusual for places this far in the desert. Frank didn't mind though. It reminded him of home. Of Jersey. He sighed deeply, remembering how things were back at home. He wondered how his parents were doing. Did they miss him, or were they happy to have him out of their life?

Frank was like that kid in the corner of the party, drunk as fuck but didn't show it. No one really talked to that kid; they were too busy having fun. In fact, Frank was that kid. He couldn't ever remember having fun at parties, and eventually, he just stopped going. He didn't go anywhere, just sat in his room, and then, when he was twenty, he'd moved out of his parent's house into a grimy apartment with some guy called Kenny who just sat on the couch all day drinking booze. Frank's life had been simple. After all, in his opinion, getting by was better than living.

He thought of all this as he made his bed the next morning. The thin sheets fluttered around in the air before settling on the mattress. Frank gave a sigh. He realized how similar he was to that sheet. The mattress was the world, and he was just the thin blanket. He had potential to fly, but instead he settled with molding into the world, being like everyone else.

Frank closed his eyes. He was thinking too much, and a headache was starting to form in his temples. Scratching the back of his head, he walked out of the cell to go have a shower.

He walked down the hallway and opened the door, but immediately stopped. He stood absolutely still, and he heard the heavy door swing shut behind him, but Frank took no notice. The only thing he could see was the walls of the bathroom.

The tiles were completely covered in black permanent marker, writing inked onto the stone. But not normal vandalism, no, the walls read things like, "I AM THE SON OF RAGE AND LOVE," and "I'M SORRY,". All Frank could do was stare, trying to take in everything at once.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud banging that sent Frank flying almost four feet into the air. But it was only Bob.

"Hurry up, ya little shit!" he yelled through the door, "You get five fucking minutes, or I'm gunna pound your ass!"

Frank decided that it was time to get a move on. Stealing his eyes away from the intriguing walls, he walked over to the small shower that stood in the corner of the bathroom. Pulling aside the thin shower curtain, he undressed, turned on the shower, and stood under the flow (well, more like trickle) of water.

Once he'd washed his hair and body, he stepped out; grabbing a towel, he hand dried his hair and got changed back into the orange jumpsuit.

Frank stepped out of the bathroom to find Bob Bryar glaring at him. Frank shied away before walking back to his cell.

Billy was sat on his bed, reading a book. It was then that Frank remembered the pile of books that lay on the desk. He walked over, examining the stack. He turned to his cell mate.

"Do you mind?" Billy shook his head, returning once more to his paperback. Frank picked up the top book, a reasonably-sized hardcover. He glanced at the spine and grinned. Harry Potter, his favorite.

Grinning, Frank climbed up onto his bunk, and was just about to open up the book, when there was the loud banging as the door to the division opened.

Frank sighed, closed the book, and jumped down from his bunk to see what the commotion was about.

In the hall stood Amethyst followed by two women. One of them had fiery red and orange hair and hazel eyes. The other woman was more gothic, with long black hair and pale, piercing blue eyes. They were both beautiful.

"Alright, guys," Amethyst said after a moment, "These are your new cell members,"

Frank had guessed as much. They probably didn't bring civilians into the cells, and they definitely wouldn't make them wear the same orange jumpsuits as the prisoners.

"This is Hayley Williams," Amethyst pointed at the fiery haired girl, "And Amy Lee Hartzler. They're going to be here until, well, whenever the hell it is they get out of this joint.

"Oh, and Gerard," Amethyst turned to the creep who was standing expectantly just outside his cell, "You got a package from your mother,"

The rest of the members of Division D sniggered, but Gerard's face lit up into a huge grin as he snatched the small parcel away from the warden. With clumsy, childish fingers, he ripped of the brown paper. As he saw the contents of the package, his grin seemed to get bigger (if that was even possible), and his eyes grew wider, until they almost popped out of his head.

"Markers!" he shrieked, dancing about like a two year old, "Seven different shades, oh shit!"

Frank looked at the creep with wide eyes for a moment as he danced about the hallway of the division, flinging his new markers in everyone's face, making sure they all saw is new 'treasure'. Finally, Frank turned over to the two women who were standing awkwardly in the hall. He could see the woman called Hayley was staring at him, obviously intrigued. As to why, he couldn't be certain.

Suddenly, he felt breath on the back of his neck. He spun around instinctively, only to find Billy standing behind him, giving him a curious look. Frank shrugged it off, although his heart was beating a hundred beats per second. Billy shook his head, then motioned for Frank to follow him into the hallway.

The two males walked forward to greet their new cell members.

"Hey," Frank said shyly. He was never all that good with first impressions.

"Hi!" Hayley said, flashing him a stunning grin, "I'm Hayley! And you are …?"

"Frank," he replied, "And this is Bill Joe. We're just down the hall,"

"Hey Frank," Hayley extended her hand, and Frank took it hesitantly. She looked a bit TOO interested in him. Amy Lee was staring at Gerard curiously, her left eyebrow raised so high it was almost lost in her hair.

"Oh yeah," Billy said awkwardly, "That's Gerard. He's … special,"

Hayley snorted lightly, covering her mouth with her thin fingers.

"Hey, Lee-Lee," came a voice from behind the two girls. They all turned around to see Mike standing in the middle of the hallway.

"Fuck," 'Lee-Lee' cursed under her breath.

"Wait," Billy said, "You two … know each other?"

"Mike and I were partners for a bit in the Black Market," Amy Lee said venomously, "He's just upset 'cause I landed him in this joint,"

Frank stared awkwardly at the group, feeling the tension rising. He coughed ineptly to break the pressure that was causing the hallway to heat up.

Amy Lee turned away from the rest of the group and walked silently to her cell. Hayley followed suit, giving Frank a slight wink. His eyes widened awkwardly as he and Billy retreated to their own cell.

Things were going to be a hell of a lot different around here with these girls, and Frank knew it.

A/N : Did anyone spot the lyrical reference ? ;) Brownie points to whoever did xD