In the bowels of hell, there was Brendon. He sat on his throne, free to roam around the room but not able to leave it. Pete put a spell on the room to make sure Brendon could not leave, and if he attempted to, his body would be electrocuted. Brendon tapped his finger against his lips, staring at the man who was getting torn to shreds by vicious parasites. Brendon set his hands down, allowing Haley to climb onto his lap. She stroked his hair, “You seem in a state of wonder.”

Brendon growled, “I’m angry. I was so close. Twice. But I’ve failed myself. Twice.” Brendon grasped onto Haley’s waist, his nails dug into her skin and dripped blood. She flinched, but didn’t complain. He stared at the scene of the parasites eating away the man’s flesh, “There’s only one thing I can hope for.”

Haley stared at him, “And that is?”

“I hope that since I am trapped here, Frank will turn into someone he never thought he’d up being. Evil.” He sighed, “My dear Haley, I could only hope Frank becomes what I hope him to become.” He softened his grip on her, “I’m trapped here.” He adjusted her so her body would face him. He stared into her bright blue eyes, “I hope since I cannot cause suffer, Frank will become strong enough to do my own job.”

Frank could not cause suffer, but knew the powers held within the cane were strong enough to protect him. He could now feel the power that consumed the cane. He could now feel the power wrapping around his body-it was warm, comforting. Frank was alone in the back of the house. As Gerard slept in, and the others were inside, he found some time to himself .. Frank stared down at the cane and frowned. There was something inside him that wanted to try out the abilities, but then again, he didn’t want to. Frank tapped the sphere of the cane softly, feeling the tingling sensation that ticked his body. He giggled a bit before resting the bottom of the cane against the ground.

The bottom of the cane shook the ground underneath. Frank picked it up quickly, feeling a bit uncomfortable. He finally decided to rest it again, and the ground shook. Frank witness a patch of grass that grew between the cracks. He stared in awe, watching the grass consumed over the dry dirt. Flowers bloomed, and it made Frank smile. He sat down on the patch of grass, feeling warm inside.

Meanwhile, Patrick was being untied from the bed by Lindsey. He hurried off the bed and put on his clothes and shoes. Lindsey watched him, with a saddened look on her face. She said, “You’re not leaving, are you?”

Patrick paused. He looked at his girlfriend, “I .. I don’t want to but .. they actually care about me, Lynz. I thought they didn’t but they do-it’s just so surprising.”

Lindsey scoffed, “Yeah, they started to care after a few weeks of your disappearance.”

Patrick frowned at her, “Babe, I know you’re upset but all I’ve been wanting was their attention. And they paid money to broadcast themselves to find me.” He walked over to her and reeled her in for a hug, “Come with me. We can go together.”

Lindsey pulled away from him, “What happened to 'Davy and Gerard needing me?'”

“What happened to you wanting to run away?”

They both stared at each other in silence. Patrick looked away, “I’m going back .. please choose to follow me.” He grabbed his fedora and walked out the bedroom door. Lindsey stood there, unable to move. She loved him, she really did. Though, she couldn’t bare to leave Gerard and Davy. Lindsey slowly sat on the empty bed, her hair fell over her head as she cried softly, staring down at her thighs.

Patrick glanced back to the broken house. He bit his lower lip before turning his back to it, realizing Lindsey wasn’t going with him. He shifted his fedora before walking onto the road. In coincidence, there was a car heading his way. He raised his hands to signal it to stop-it did. A woman slowly parked the car next to him, “Where you headed?”

“Summit, can you take me?”

“I’m on my way there. Get in.”

Patrick nodded as he opened the door. He paused again, glancing over his shoulder to the house. No one exited the door. No one was planning on leaving with him. He took in a deep breath before entering the car and sitting on the passenger seat. The car drove away from the house, further and further down the road until it was nowhere in sight.

Back to hell, Pete was humming a song as he searched through old books. Andy questioned him, “What are you up to?”

Pete hushed him before going through the books again, “We all have something that holds our powers. We all have our daggers except for Brendon. Brendon decided to be a little more original and get a cane .. I’m not saying there’s any tricks up Brendon’s sleeves right now. Though, I’m preparing for something, a spell.” He tucked in his lips, still digging through dusty books.

Andy took off his sunglasses, “Preparing? What are you assuming?”

“Frank has the cane. Ethier his soul is pure and he’ll do good with it, or his soul is corrupted and he’ll do bad with it. We have to think about the facts. His dad was an angel but his mother was not-we can’t be sure what kind of soul he has.” Pete grabbed a book and set it on the desk. He scrambled through the text of a page before pointing to a line, “You see here?”

Andy raised a brow as he leaned in, “Ryker? The witch?”

“Ah, but brother she wasn’t always a witch. She doomed herself by using demonic powers for her own selfish acts.” He sat down on a rusty chair, “Do you remember her before she had wild hair? She was sweet-like Frank but as soon as she gained herself a pinch of demonic powers, she went rogue within weeks.”

Andy leaned back against his seat, “Your point is, Frank could go rogue? I don’t see that happening. He’s really kind.”

Pete winked, “And so was Ryker.” He slammed the book shut, “Now look at her. Deep within the Summit woods is a clustered cabin, hiding away from society,” He smiled, “ever since the angels came crashing down and took her down. They decided that they shouldn’t let her live without any protection since her brain was melted into craziness so they gave her own spell book .. now she’s a witch.”

Andy rolled his eyes, “Okay but there was always something wrong with Ryker. She was pure human-a very corrupted soul.”

Pete sighed, “Yes, that is true. But remember, Frank isn’t pure angel.” He stared at the old book, “Frank is unique. The last of his kind, probably. I’d hate to see such a being die.” He looked away, “The angels can take him down if he goes rogue-but that means he’ll come after us if he ever does. So I’ll set a protection spell just in case.”

Andy murmured, “Won’t be necessary.”

Pete snapped, “Then fuck you.”

Andy laughed as Pete got up, smiling. Pete grinned, “I’m doing it anyway. Wake up Joe and tell him to check up on Brendon.”

Notes

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