Abducted.

Franklin was already making breakfast when I got up. "You like pancakes, right?" he asked as I walked into the kitchen. I nodded. "I'm going to go to the store tonight after I go to the library to get you some books. Make me a list of what you want, okay? I'm a terrible cook though."

"I can cook," I said. He put the pancakes on two plates and handed one to me. "You teach me and I'll cook." He smiled.

"Just tell me what you need me to buy." I nodded and there was a loud, hurried knock on the door. Franklin set his plate down and hurried to the door. I watched from the kitchen. Luna's mom toppled in the house and quickly shut the door behind her. I knew something had to be terribly wrong. I had never seen her look so scared. Her clothes were filthy, she was clutching her side and she seemed to be partially burnt.

"Help me, Franklin," she gasped. I hurried over to the doorway.

"What happened?" I asked. She suddenly calmed down and smiled.

"Hi, Emma. How are you?"

"What's wrong?" I ignored her question completely.

"Nothing. Everything's fine. Don't you worry." She smiled again and I felt my head seem to slow and relax. Franklin looked between us, almost angry. Luna's mom turned towards him, her smile disappearing instantly. "Franklin, you know why."

"Stay out of my head," he growled at her.

"I already got one child taken from me! I'm not about to let her risk her life too!" I understood suddenly.

"What happened to Luna?!?" I blurted out.

"Nothing happened to her," Luna's mom smiled fakely. "Just relax. If I wanted to be cold, I'd move to Antarctica." I looked at the ground which had frozen all around me.

"Oops."

"You see that?" Franklin said to Luna's mom, resuming their conversation. "She's not weak."

"She doesn't have control!" Luna's mom said hysterically.

"You're not her mother!" She stopped suddenly and seemed to give up.

"What happened to Luna?" I asked softly. Luna's mom looked at me for a few minutes before responding.

"She wasn't exactly happy you left." She paused. "It looks like a tornado came through our house and half the town."

"What? A tornado?"

"Luna's telekinetic. She destroyed everything in her path, including one of my ribs. Actually, if you could fix that, Emma, that'd be helpful."

"Er . . . " I put my hand on the side she had been clutching when she came in and tried to focus on fixing it. Nothing seemed to happen. I shut my eyes and forced myself to relive the night Luna and I had been attacked. The tingling feeling I had felt came to my hand weakly at first. Then, suddenly, I could feel the sensation shoot through my entire arm and then spread all throughout me. A minute later, I sank to my knees and the feeling disappeared. Luna's mom swore under her breath and knelt beside me. "Better?" I asked weakly.

"Yes, but you went too far. You have a limit, Emma. Stop trying to go past it."

"So what happened to Luna? You just said she kind of lost it." I looked up at her, my strength already returning. I hadn't gone too far, like she thought. I just wasn't expecting the tingling to spread all through me.

"She was seen. Someone took her. I couldn't stop them." My throat went dry. And I knew there was no way I would let Luna's mom stop me from going along with them to help.

"Was Freddie a part of it?" Franklin asked. Luna's mom nodded. "With the flyer?" She nodded again. "Hold on." He ran off to another room then to the kitchen and then returned with three tanks of water with hoses attached to them and three harnasses. He strapped one tank to his back, tossed one to Luna's mom, and spun me around and strapped one to my back. I nearly fell over from the weight, but sucked it up and stood up straight. "Douse them in water, especially Freddie. Emma, don't hesitate to freeze them once they're drenched. Ready to go?" Luna's mom nodded and I did the same.

"Be careful, Emma," Luna's mom said. Then we walked out the door. Franklin took a cell phone out of his pocket and quickly dialed a number.

"Mom? It's Franklin . . . I know, Mom. Where's Freddie? . . . Mom, he kidnapped an innocent girl! . . . I don't care if he's family! Where is he? A child's life is on the line here. What would you do if someone took your child? . . . Thanks, Mom." He closed the phone. "Follow me." He started running down the street and Luna's mom and I followed just behind him. He turned left. We followed. Right. Right. Left. Down an alley. Up a hill. Left. Abrupt stop. We were there. Sickness filled my stomach. I tried to push away my fear, but it was no good. Luna's life was on the line.