Developing Wings on the Way Down

The two boys stepped off the porch, unaware of the effect life had pressed upon the immortal they had left to his own devices. Mrs. Iero's house was not really next door, it was across the road and down a space.. she was considered a neighbor anyway. They were enveloped in silence as they walked. Mikey thinking about a girl in particular from his biology class and Gerard's mind shooting a trillion questions regarding Frank. The autumn leaves crackled underneath their shoes as the trumped, reminding them that the winter was making its way through soon enough. When they arrived, Mrs. Iero was sitting on her porch, as usual.
"Hello Mrs. Iero." Gerard greeted, snapping the woman out of her reminiscing state and back to the lone present.
"Hello boys" she smiled, looking between the two different faces of the boys. Gerard sat down in the swing chair and folded his hands in his lap, mikey following suit.

At home, Frank sat, staring at the bright blood coming from the scrapes on his fingertips. It did hurt. A lot. But he was satisfied. He turned to the empty room behind him and sighed. The television set was displaying a blue screen from the dvd player blanking out as it had a tendency to do randomly. He walked over to his stool and plopped on it, leaning forward and almost slapping the top of the little box before looking at his bloodied palm and changing his mind, leaning back to thump his foot on it. Automatically, Greyson and Layne popped up, enlightening his brain with images of Lakeside Dreams.
Greetings Abdel Once again... Frank froze as a cackle haunted him. I see you have tried to fix yourself it almost cackled. Does it hurt? It mocked now. Did little abdel think he could make it all better?.. I've just begun.
Frank clenched his jaw, gritting out the words "Leave me alone" through porcelain white teeth, eyes darting around the room as he wished he could see his verbal enemy, even though he knew exactly what it looked like. Awww but I want to talk to you.. after all. I did make you what you are today.. Frank shook now, frustrated with pain and the realization that he couldn't escape. "Fuck. Off." he snarled. That.. that was cute. His enemy jeered. But please remember that YOU are still under my control.. As the last word was purred, a sharp sting jolted up Frank's spine, making his teeth scrape against each other. You see? You could be my puppet if i wished it upon you...
"Then why don't you make me come back" Frank tested, tensing his body as he waited for a response. Instead of anger, there was yet another cackle. Well maybe I find you an experiment of sorts.. The pain throbbed once You COULD be my puppet.. if i wanted you to. Damn. I could have even killed you by now.
"But you haven't" Frank stated, ruffling his wings and letting his spine adjust in an aftershock. Another cackle. Yes.. this much is true, and you are lucky. You see, you are lucky because you have sparked my curiosity. I was almost sure that I had destroyed your emotions, but no. Little Abdel has gained love... Sadistic cackle.... Abdel is in love.. with the one i sent him to kill. Isn't that curious?
"I am not in love with Gerard." Frank stated, bewildered by the thought, his mind screaming now. You cannot lie to me Abdel. I can see what your mind is doing now. I see the gears winding together and it all clicking into place as you realize that you have been bitten by a scorpion called love... Dearest Frank.. do you know what a scorpion does? It stings people.. it kills... I could do that to you. You just watch. I could take your Gerard away... A pause... I saw that Abdel. I saw your heart stop when you heard that. You did too.. You. Are. In Love.
"I am no-" Frank's body was seized by a burning pain as he fell to the ground. Hearing the last three words uttered before he blacked out. Test me not

Mikey and Gerard were now deep in conversation with Mrs. Iero as she talked about her past.
"-Then that last year came when I lost the boys." she said, eyes voiding to the ground as her voice choked a little and a faint glimmer of a tear shown in her eyes.
"May i ask what happened?" Mikey intervened, leaning forward in his chair. Gerard sent him a warning look, not sure if that subject was still sensitive to the woman.
"You may." she said softly. "It was spring.. He was A year older than Mikey is now. You boys would have gotten along well..." She stared at the wood floorboards of the deck as she spoke. "He was always headstrong on being different. The world's opinion was nothing to him. He had tattoos by that age, because I had let him of course. It was his body and he cherished every one of those pictures on his skin. It made him happy. So I was just fine with them. Anyways. It was a saturday morning when things went askew. He came into the kitchen holding a letter addressed to him and a look on his face I will never forget. He was mortified. It stated many cruel things about him.. About how he was no longer welcome here. That the whole family needed to leave here. I asked him over and over if he know why anyone would say this to him. Again and again he told me 'no'. The letters came time and time again. He stopped telling me about them. He always worried that I would fuss too much. Then, three months later, when school began again, it only took a week. A week of school before he was gone."
"Did he.. did he take his own life?" Mikey asked, eyes watering with sympathy. The woman shook her head.
"No.. No he wouldn't do that. No matter how much they wished it upon him... His life was taken. It was the day before Halloween. The Day before his birthday. I had sent him to the shop for something." The tears in her eyes made themselves more apparent as she spoke again. "But after four hours I knew something was wrong. I called Erv at the shop, asking if he had seen my boy. He had. Three hours before. I was beside myself... He had taken the car and Mr. Iero was out of town on business. There was nothing I could do. An hour after I had talked to Erv. The police showed up. That was the day I identified my own son's body. That was also the day that I found out he had been gay. " Tears now made their way down the woman's cheeks freely but silently. Mikey slowly got up and assorted his lanky body onto the other porch swing beside Mrs. Iero, wrapping his arms around her. Gerard was staring blankly, hearing everything but not making a sound. He was bewildered by the disgusting creature that is humanity.
"What about Mr. Iero?" he asked in a monotone drawl, half zoned to another world.
"Well. Mr. Iero returned a few days later upon hearing the news." she began "We laid him to rest on September first, the autopsy said all of the things that they did to him. He died slowly. The thought words on the report are still visible in my mind's eye... Police started the search for the murderers only hours after the funeral, finding them in a week's time... But. Lo and behold, a few falsely claimed search orders later, they were set free. The whole town was at a silence for a long time. A week before your family moved here, Mr. Iero went out to do his own bidding. He lost. One shot to the chest and I was alone in this world."

Sadness loomed over the group as not a single dry eye was there. She pulled out her purse, grabbing a little booklet from it.
"I loved them so much. Still do. If only he had told me, you know? I could have helped him fight them off. I would have been able to meet his first boyfriend.. Seen his first prom.." she feigned a smile, showing the two a picture. Both boys froze at the face staring at them.

"Frank?" Gerard wheezed.
"How do you know his name?"