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Hey guys, so sorry I left you guys with a cliffhanger, but my internet got cut off until today so...yeah, here it is XD, and..yeah.

Anthony cried out as Chandler tossed him into the room with the torture devices. He struggled to get out of his grasp, kicking, and squirming around as the serial killer was trying to tie him up, he opened his mouth to scream but found...nothing was coming out. As much as he wanted to the sound wouldn't come out.

" They'll know I'm gone...Ian's gonna-"

" Let me guess, Ian is going to come in guns blazing and save you right?" He asked, with a small sarcastic chuckle. Anthony swallowed the lump in his throat, letting out a pained gasp, at the ropes digging into his wrists, and the gag that was placed over his mouth being too tight. His eyes widened, and his body froze at the large knife pressed right up against his face.

" This room is sound proof, window is as well...I've just chosen to have it boarded up inside and outside so as not to have any...disturbances." He replied, " and even if Ian can get over his phobia, he's still the one I want dead...so really Anthony, thank you, you've given me exactly what I wanted."

Anthony felt hot tears sting his eyes as he shook his head.

Ian paced around his room, trying to piece together everything..when he recalled what the lady said, he could control it...but that wouldn't be until he was sixteen. He shook his head and closed his eyes in concentration...he had to try.

He saw nothing but the back of his own eyelids...he tried concentrating on Anthony, when slowly he opened his eyes...but it wasn't him, it was Anthony, his best friend let out a small cry of pain...but all he could see was the white wall before him.

"C'mon Anthony...where are you buddy." He whispered, knowing Anthony couldn't communicate. Until he heard Anthony mumble..

" Ian?"

" Anthony?" Replied Ian in surprise. He hadnn't expected that to actually work, he closed his eyes yet aain when there was a knock at the door. He opened it to see Anthony's dad, with Ian's mom behind him.

" Where is he?" Asked Anthony's dad.

" I don't know." He replied.

" What do you meanyou don't know, you're together all the time, when was the last time you saw him?" Asked Anthony's dad, Ian looked down at the ground. Anthony's dad was getting angry, and worried..which he knew wasn't good.

" It was after lunch, Mr. P, I swear if I knew where Anthony was I would tell you." Said Ian, looking up at Anthony's dad sincerely.

" Are you sure about that? A few weeks ago you seemed to keep to yourself how you knew Anthony was going to try to kill himself, then in the hospital you-"

" I didn't do anything, and I'd never do anything to hurt Anthony." Replied Ian, looking up at him. Anthony's dad narrowed his eyes and glared down at the teenager. He knew Ian wasn't bad...but his behavior a few weeks ago, and his behaviour now...made him suspicious in his eyes.

" If I find you're lying to me, that you had anything to do with his disappearance, or if he's gotten hurt because of you. Your ass is grass, and I'm the fucking lawnmower." He threatened, making Ian shrink back, Ian's mom immediately went passed Anthony's dad and stood infront of her son.

" Now see here, Ian had nothing to do with this I understand you're worried and upset but you do not threaten my son when he's done nothing wrong." Said Ian's mom defensively. Anthony's dad turned and walked off, Ian sat on the bed, letting out the breath he'd been holding in.

" It is my fault." He whispered.

" What?" She asked.

" Anthony and I have been fighting mom, and...and...I should've been there with him mom." He cried, feeling the tears and the guilt pouring out. Ian's mom went over and wrapped her arms around him.

" Oh honey, its not your fault, te police will find him don't worry...everything will be alright." Said Ian's mom running a hand through his hair. Ian shook his head and cried...if he'd been there...Anthony wouldn't have gone, and he woldn't be getting tortured because of him right now.

Anthony dropped to the floor, groaning in pain barely able to get up his body hurt so bad. He looked up as Chandler walked out of the room with his cellphone, wchich meant he couldn't phon for help. The door was locked as well, he sighed and laid upon the mattress...he'd heard Ian before but...was that really Ian?