Gerard's footsteps hit hard on the pavement as he ran towards his own home, leaving Mikey and the perplexed Mrs. Iero on the porch. He erupted through the door with a destination and carried it out. The medicine cabinet. He went straight to it and pulled out layer after layer of old newspaper that had been collected for various household reasons. He removed them all the way to the first issue collected since they had moved, taking a moment to be glad it hadn't been used as kindling for the fireplace yet. Sorting through the various layers, he finally found the one labeled 'OBITUARIES' in black elongated print. His eyes scanned the page, determined. Most of the faces that peered back at him were of the elderly type, with the exception of the last one. A familiar face with a boyish grin and a scorpion brandishing it's neck reflected back at him. He ripped the page out of the paper and threw the rest on the floor, now running down the basement stairs. Frank was perched where he was assumed to be, turning to look as Gerard rushed in. The boy said nothing, but held the image up next to the winged others' face. Looking back and fourth between the two, the resemblance was a mirror. Frank, confused, grabbed the edge of the print and turned it to where he could get a glance. Gerard, shocked, didn't argue. He stood frozen in the spot as frank inspected each aspect of the picture. The points of the hair, the inked skin, the metallic rings.. and how they all matched his countenance. Franks mouth opened and closed a few times before coming to his senses, his mind cooperating. "What does it say next to it?" He pleaded as the realization that he had lost the ability to read dawned on him. Gerard still unsettled with shock, did not reply. Frank stared at the paper more, a forlorn attempt to make sense of it. Panic and frustration of not knowing seized him. "PLEASE!" he cried, snapping Gerard out of his temporary zoned state, and to him. "Please, tell me what it says.. I-is that me?" He said, quieter now. He needed to know. Gerard lifted his head to meet the demon's eyes. "Yes.." his voiced cracked "it is." "And it says?" Frank prodded. Gerard took a deep breath. "Local student and artist Frank Iero died Thursday afternoon around five according to officials. He was 16. The young boy was found in the alley between lineman's grocery and the local pawn shop. No specific cause of death was given, the only information will provided is that it was homicide from an unknown person(s). Further investigation is still underway. If you have any information, please contact the local bureau of investigation at 555-2416. Graveside services will be held Sunday at the Mortman Cemetery. Please send your condolences to the Iero family for their loss." As the last words escaped his mouth, Gerard looked up at Frank. "What did they do to me?" Frank whimpered, tears stinging his soft eyes.