Developing Wings on the Way Down

It was now eight AM and the sun was peaking through the curtains. The documents and profiles were now put away, leaving a spiral bound notebook half-full in the middle of the dining room table along with a map covered in Gerard's sloppy writing and circles. The two boys lay sprawled on the floor, having only fallen asleep a half hour before. Distant puffs of air came from the demon's pallid lips and Gerard's usual snores filled the gaps between them. Needless to say, their slumber didn't last long. Mikey, who had crashed on Alicia's couch the previous night, opened the door with an accidental bang. Gerard jumped and looked up, now noticing Frank's wing jutting straight out and covering the majority of his torso to his kneecaps. This made a dark crimson rush to his cheeks as he scooted awkwardly out of wingspan. Something about the other boy made him nervous in this way that ruffled in his stomach. A way he couldn't understand for the life of him. He dismissed the thought and stood just as Mikey walked in, finally noticing the things out of place in the house. The first person he looked to was his bother.
"Gerard what's all this?"
The aforementioned shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to get his little brother involved.
"Just some stuff that Frank and I were talking about.. Nothing really."

To think his brother would believe this was a major misconception. Mikey's eyebrows arched and he walked closer to the table. Gerard shuffled over, swatting curious hands away with his own tired ones.

"If it's 'nothing really' why can't I see?" the younger got defensive, Gerard always told him everything, so what was so different now?
"Mikey, just don't worry about it. "
"No, Gerard I want to know."
"Mikey stop, please."
"No."
"Yes."
"If you put this much effort into it, " Mikey gestured to the pile on the table, "Then it obviously means something. Gerard you never take interest in things. I. want. to. know. For fuck's sake."

Gerard dug the heels of his hands into his closed eyes before sitting down.
"Fine."

Mikey's eyes stared intense at Gerard, who couldn't seem to make contact.
"You aren't going to do it, right?" Mikey asked, desperately trying to pry Gerard's thoughts through his skull. When silence was his only answer, Mikey raised his voice. "Gerard! You aren't going to do it.. are you?"
The older cleared his throat. "Mikey they are just getting away with fucking murder."
"Yeah but-"
"And if everybody just keeps quiet, they will just keep killing. Do you want that Mikey? It could be someone we know next."
"So, you are going to go through with this?"
"Yes. "
"I'm in."

Gerard's pulse quickened.
"No. Mikey me telling you about it was not an invitation. You can't. This is not a fucking game. This is real life and this is real trouble I will get into if and when I am caught."
"You think I don't understand that? Gerard. This is homicide. No shit it's not a game."
"But Mikes, You have things to live for. Think about it. What about this Alicia girl?"
Mikey faltered a little at that realization but kept his ground.
"Gerard you are my brother and if you are going down for anything, so am I. Stop thinking that you are an adult with way more experience. You aren't god knows if anything I've had more than you. So just stop and let me make my own god damn decisions!"
The older let himself fall back against the wall.
"Fine Mikey. "

The youger brother leaned against the table with a triumphant look to his angled featured.
"Oh and who the fuck's idea was it to put eyeliner on Frank?"