Thanks for even considering to read this, I'm new here, I'm not much of a writer but I got an idea so I thought I would give it a shot. Please be harsh if need be, I don't expect anything. There will be sexual content, call me sick, I say I'm just very open minded. Hope no one gets offended, because it's not intentional. This is my work, I don't know whether it measures up to the others, but that's for you to decide. Title: Speak Of The Devil Rating: 15+ Main Characters: Gerard/Frank, Bob, Ray, Mikey Summary: Frank has always been told what's right and wrong, and he's miserable. What happens when someone wants to make him happy in the worst way? Genre: Romance/Drama/Humor Index: Chapter 1 - Page 1 Chapter 2 - Page 1 Chapter 3 - Page 2 Chapter 4 - Page 2 Chapter 5 - Page 2 Chapter 6 - Page 2 Chapter 7 - Page 3 Chapter 8 - Page 3 Chapter 9 - Page 4 Chapter 10 -Page 4 Chapter 11 -Page 5 Chapter 12-Page 5 Chapter 13 -Page 5 Chapter 14 -Page 6 Chapter 15-Page 6-7 Chapter 16 -Page 8 Chapter 17 -Page 9 Chapter 18-Page 10 Chapter 19 -Page 11 Chapter 20 -Page 11 Chapter 21-Page 13 Chapter 22 -Page 14 Chapter 23 -Page 16 Chapter 24-Page 16 Chapter 25 -Page 17 Chapter 26 -Page 18 Chapter 27 - Page 20 Chapter 28 - Page 21 Speak of the Devil. 1 Rebel. That's what my friends call me. I don't think I am, with all things considering. You know those weird kids that go to bible camps, attend church every Sunday and say grace before eating, my name is Frank Iero, and that is me. My parents are totally involved with the church, and I am the perfect choir boy. As for my friends, they are useful when you don't want to stand alone, but that's it. We're friends because we are all tightly wound catholic boys. I'm the rebel of the group apparently, because of my occasional piercing and tatoo. Every time I get a tatoo, the whole church prays for my soul. I don't know what their problem is, I do all my home work, have never missed church, and I do everything I'm told. Some rebel I am. Reverand Stanley has just announced that it's time to sing. My friends and I stand up the front and sing with some other teenagers. I find it extremely strange that the old people and parents find these songs so uplifting, I find them down right depressing, not that I would ever tell anyone that because then they'd have to start praying for me all over again. When I was finally able to sit down after the hundredth song of 'we love Jesus,' the Reverand introduced new members of the church and I clapped on cue. Afterwards he started reading a passage from the bible. I sat up like I was supose to the whole time, pretending I was actually listening. I don't see the point of these stories, they have different people mentioned, and contain different circumstances, but the main message is, if you don't obey the Lord, you're going straight to Hell. Maybe I should take over passage reading one time, I'll keep it short and sweet, no one will even have a chance to nod off, I'll just say it's God's rules or the Devil's pitchfork, I think that's a pretty clear message. When Reverand Stanley finished it was time for morning tea. I never chanced eating any of it though, you don't know how many old people could have coughed on the biscuits. I stood next to one of my 'friends' Corey, he was telling me how he won his tennis match yesterday and then had a lovely picnic in the park with his parents to celebrate. He actually used the sentence 'lovely little picnic in the park.' I was nodding on cue, pretending I cared. For normal people, after church you would go home, hang out with some friends, maybe watch some TV, you know whatever it is you do. For me, I stay at the church and work on my Bible studies. Church starts at nine, finishes at eleven thirty, and then bible studies goes until about five. So my Sundays suck. Not that I'd tell anybody that. I left the church hall and entered our study room. The room was for bible studies only. It had a row of shelves containing biblical books, and rows of desks where we could sit, I hated this room. I sat in the back row by myself, there were about ten other kids in the room. I took some of my books from out of my bag and started to read over my notes. I was concentrating hard when someone calling my name pulled me out of my thoughts. "Frank could I please speak to you for a moment?" I looked up to see the Reverand smiling warmly at me. I got up and sighed. The only reason he would want to speak to me is because my mother told him something again. I was trying to think about what it could be about. Had she complained about my music again, or was it the tight jeans thing? No, couldn't be the tight jeans, I'm wearing them now, which caused quite a problem. But as long as I wore a shirt and tie, my father allowed it. So what was it? I decided it was best to just get it over and done with and find out. "Yes Reverand?" I asked once I had reached him. "Frank son, do you remember the Way family that I introduced during the service today?" No. "Yes, but I didn't get to meet them during morning tea." Whatever it was, it wasn't me. I didn't speak to no Way family. "Oh well their oldest son is nineteen and there youngest is seventeen like you Frank, they are new and are going to be joining in with bible studies, and I was just wondering if you could help guide them during their transition." No. "Yes of course Reverand." "Good boy Frank, they've only just moved here, and I want them to feel as welcome as possible" He looked concerned as he said this, like he really was worried about them not feeling welcome. "Okay well I better get back to my studies." I said politely. "Yes of course, off you go Frank." He said and left the room. I hated that. I could never say no, I can't even remember any of their names but I'm suppose to be helping them with their transition. What does that even mean? I don't want to befriend some kids, I just want to be left alone. What sucked even more though is that at the moment it's holidays, so now I have Bible studies all day every Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday including Sundays. So I was going to have to spend all that time with two strangers. Why did the Reverand have to ask me? That night as I lay in bed I thought over what my parents had been discussing at the dinner table. When I had told them about what the Reverand had asked they were so proud. The oldest one who I found outs name was Gerard, is the definition of trouble. Apparently they believe I am going to help him get back on the 'right' path. The Reverand asked me because I am the most likely to be able to relate with them, stupid rebel thing again. This is worse then I could have imagined. Instead of dealing with some goody two shoed dweebs, I am going to be trying to be friends with a criminal and his brother. Gerard isn't going to want to study or pray with me, his going to want to punch me in the face like the other kids at school. "What'd I do to deserve this one?" I whispered to myself. "God if your listening, I'm kind of getting sick of this poop." I cursed. I was due to go and confess soon, so I might as well add that to my already long list. After using what my parents call a 'Devil's word', I figured that it was now finally time to go sleep. So that's the first chapter, let me know if it's worth continuing Stripes.