By morning, Frank was a bundle on the floor, a blanket tossed off the bed clumsily spread over him and one wing spread across the floor, the other pulled to his back. Gerard stared at him from the edge of his bed, looking at all the tattoos splayed across his body just the demon in general. His wings were dirty and had ton of sticks and what looked like ashes tangled in them. Gerard almost wondered if they were once white, but disregarded the thought. There was no way. They were too raven-like. He wrestled with a lot of theories until he was interrupted by a quick knock and the door starting to open. Gerard bounded to the door with a flying start off the end of the bed and yanked the door open, pushing Mikey back and throwing himself out the door behind and pushing his brother all the way to the top of the stairs. Mikey stuttered out a few things as he was shoved. Gerard kept going all the way into the kitchen.
"What the hell Gerard?" Mikey asked, falling into a chair. Gerard took a second to catch his breath and debate his options before glancing up at Mikey.
"This is a little weird." he started.

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Mikey stood at the doorway, mouth agape as he looked at the creature on the floor.
"You are fucking with me, right?" he muttered, "Like- this is some dude with wings glued to him, right?"
He asked the question but knew it was not. The boy's skin was too.. different. It had a few small burn marks and the color was off in a way that had no fathomable relation to medical problems. He would be lying to say he was not a little perturbed. Just a little. Gerard shook his head as they both looked at the same spot.
"He smells." Mikey muttered, crinkling his nose. Gerard really had not noticed until then, but Frank did smell lightly like brimstone.
"Yeah.. " he replied, "let's get out of here for a while until he wakes up, okay?"
Mikey nodded and they turned to the door, but just as they got to through the kitchen, they heard Frank.
" 'rard!!!! 'RARD!!" he yelled, almost panicking. Gerard's eyebrows hunched together as he backpedaled back to the doorway,perking his ears only to hear it again.. He jogged across the kitchen and down the stairs where he saw Frank trying, and failing, to get up. When he rolled to one side, he was laying on his wing, therefore, couldn't get up. When he rolled the other way, he squished his folded wing against the floor and winced. Not noticing them, he squirmed again.
"RARD?!?!?!!" he yelled as he walked over.
"Uh shit.. um okay give me that hand." Gerard muttered, trying to be serious. Frank's hand shot out to him and he took it, lifting the shorter one to his feet. He looked at the floor, almost smiting it and looking up.
"Thank you 'rard." he mumbled.
"Um.. it's GER-Rard." he corrected, brushing a feather off his chin.
"Okay 'Rard." Frank mumbled, ruffling his wings out, letting more loose feathers fall and making Mikey behind him sneeze. He jumped and turned around, facing the youngest one. Mikey took a step back and awkwardly waved at Frank.
"Frank?" Gerard asked, walking over to his side. "This is my brother, Mikey" Gerard said, gesturing. "he is a good guy. Okay?"
Frank nodded and looked past Mikey, pointing up the stairs. Gerard looked in the direction.
"Uhh... you can go upstairs when my mom goes to work, okay?" he said, standing a little behind Frank and gesturing for Mikey to close the door, which made Frank pout a little.
"So Frank. " Gerard started. "I have a question."
Frank turned a little to him. "Okay?"
"Have you every.. you know... um.. cleaned your wings?" he asked, the smell starting to get to him. Frank shrugged.
"No. Do I smell or something?" he looked from Mikey to Gerard, who nodded. Frank looked at the floor.
"Well I guess you can try to.." he mumbled, looking like the poor kid in gym who had just been told he had horrid BO.
"Well I didn't mean-" Gerard started
"No it's all right." Frank said, trying to solace the other two.
"Umm.. like.. do you want to watch a movie or something while-"
"What is a movie?" Frank asked, recognizing the word but not being able to sort it to a thing.
"Well it's a-" Mikey really did not know what to say. He picked a VHS tape off Gerard's floor and held it up as an example. Frank instantly complied
"I remember now." he smiled a little out of the corner of his mouth as the blurry image of a memory surfaced for a brief moment and then receded. Part of losing your memory during sentencing was that it was purposefully hard to revive. Mikey lay out an array of movies in front of Frank, letting him study the covers and make a choice. Gerard whined a little to himself when he pushed 'Watchmen' into the elimination pile, making Mikey smirk. What he finally chose was probably one of the oldest movies they owned. The cover read 'Arsenic and Old Lace.' . Neither of the boys had seen it for a long time, so neither minded watching it. They sat Frank back on his stool in front of Gerard's TV then both went upstairs to find something to clean out the wings with.
"When grandma had that dove she cleaned its wings with a spray bottle and just pulled the loose ones out." Mikey suggested, grabbing an empty bottle and chucking it to Gerard, who caught it and shrugged.
"Then that's what we will do." Gerard shrugged, grabbing it and walking back to the steps. When they returned to Frank again, he was not on the stool. He was holding up Gerard's oija board which he had found by the door. He looked over at Gerard, and the look on his face uneased both of the boys. To Frank it was a pissed off look, to them, it was the scariest shit ever. See, demons had features made to scare people. They weren't very visible when they were not needed, but when they were legitimately angry, they stood out immensely.
"Uh, Frank?" Gerard asked, edging backwards towards the door and wondering if they even owned a cross. Frank pointed to the object in his hand and repeated one word over and over.
"No. No. no no no no NO!" he said, jabbing the finger at it before seeing Gerard and Mikey's scared faces and lowering his voice. "This.. this is not good. NEVER touch this again okay?" Frank said before mumbling. "It's bad, okay?"

Gerard and Mikey nodded and edged back into the room.
"Can I ask why?" Mikey boldly asked.
"No!" Frank barked back, snapping out his wings and sitting on the stool. Instinct warned him that he was being too nice for his new origin, but he ignored it. He never liked being evil, but it was secretly getting hard to do. He pushed the thoughts away and stared at the screen just as Teddy walked to the staircase, yelling 'CHARGE' and plummeting up them. Frank looked from the screen to the stairs leading out of the room. Was this normal for humans? Is that what you do when you use the stairs? he wondered, trying to remember if he had done that when he was among the normal. After a little thought, he shrugged and turned to the T.V again as Gerard walked over and sat behind him.
"I'm going to touch your wings now, okay?" he asked, cautious.