Gerard was dumbfounded.
"You-you what?"
"I want them dead." Frank said, assured now. Gerard went silent for a good minute.
"Frank," he started, shaking his head "I- just.. no. I can't kill a man. "
Frank's face flashed with disappointment and anger as he reached to the bottom of the stack Gerard was holding, pulling the photos back into view.
"See this?! See what they did to me? NOW you are going to tell me that they don't deserve to die?"
"I didn't say that they deserved to live, I said I couldn't kill a man." Gerard corrected, guilt consuming him underneath his serious composure.
"I can't believe this!" Frank roared "I thought we were close now! I thought we were friends!"
"Oh yeah! We're friends so why don't you go kill these duded for me? NO FUCKING PROBLEM BRO!" Gerard seared.
"I don't wan't you to do it alone! I want to help! I want to be there.. I don't want to sit around, I want to see them suffer like I did!"
Gerard shook his head and stood, walking down the stairs to his room, muttering an 'i need to think' on his way. Frank lay face down on the couch, his wings awkwardly flopped one over the edge onto the floor and the other over the back. His eyes wet with tears as he buried them into the couch.
Gerard sat at his writing desk, staring blankly at the white top. He did not move for hours, until Mikey called. The eruption of noise from the phone was enough to make him jump before recomposing and rolling his chair over to the corded receiver.
"Hello?" he asked, stretching his cramped body.
"Hey Gerard. So uh, this girl Alicia wants me to come watch wrestling with her and uh- since mom and dad aren't home I thought I would ask you." Mikey's voice came through.
"Uh- sure whatever." Gerard answered.
"Cool. I'm going to come home and clean up first. So, I'll be there in a minute."
"Yeah."
"yeah."
"Bye"
Gerard hung up and plopped back into the chair. Soon enough, the sound of the door opening was heard as Mikey got home.

Upstairs, Frank lifted his head as Mikey walked around the papers, too exited to really ask what they were. Frank got up and pursued quietly after the younger Way. As he approached the hall mirror and checked himself, Frank still followed, prudent because he had never been in this section of the house. He looked over Mikey's shoulder and into the glass, seeing his own face for the first time in over a decade. It was as he had remembered, but filthy. Dried cheese dust made it's self visible in the corners of his mouth and various streaks of dark marks showed. He quickly licked his fingers and scrubbed at his cheeks.
"Do you want a cloth or something?" Mikey asked, noticing Frank, who nodded.
Mikey returned and handed him a green dampened towel that the demon used to abrade the markings. Finally getting rid of the majority and being satisfied. When he glanced at the other boy, he saw him what seemed to be drawing on his face.
"What are you doing?" Frank asked, rising to the tips of his toes to see due to his curt stature.
"It's eyeliner." Mikey informed, voice morphed from the odd way he contorted his face to bug out his eyes. Frank gave a questioning look and watched silently. When done, Mikey turned to him.
"Do you want me to put some on you?" he asked, meaning to dim Franks curiosity.
"Does it hurt?"
"No. Hold still."

Frank clenched his whole body, almost flattening against the wall, making Mikey laugh under his breath. As promised, Frank stayed still as death, (with the implied metaphor) and let the taller boy do as he needed to fixate the charcoal lining to his eyes. After a few minutes, Mikey backed up, letting Frank see into the glass. The lather stepped forward and lightly brushed his fingertips over the bottom of his eyelid before turning back and beaming.
"I like it.. thanks." he worked up a smile towards the other before venturing to the basement where Gerard was just about to come upstairs. As he opened the door, he saw Frank. The single light in the stairway hung right behind the immortal's head, creating a border of light accentuating his dark wings. Gerard froze in his tracks, jaw dropping a little as his heart thrummed.

"What?" Frank stumbled, looking at the dusty stair below him in nerve. Gerard shook his head and continued up the flight and into the rest of the house. The demon followed as he went into the living room and sat down, lifting the pile of documents he held before and letting his eyes sweep over them once before he looked over (but not directly, mind you) at Frank.
"Okay. I-I think we can do this. I- I'll do it for you. "