The Soul Gem

Chapter One: Purple

"Frank!"

The scrawny black haired young boy spun around at his name "Yes?" he asked. "Can you take these boxes out to the truck?" His dad asked. Frank loved his dad, of course, but he hated moving all the time. He just wished he could stay in one spot and have the same people pick on him. He hated moving around and having more and more people having to even look at him. Why should they have to see him? He was a disgrace to the human race.

Ever since his mom died during birth, his dad has been searching for something to make him happy. He would never love again. His true love had died. Nobody else had an exact match to his soul gem. Frank hated the soul gems. They took the fun and mystery out of life. To make it worse, he was blessed with the gift of receiving a purple gem. Everyone knew what that meant. Gay. Fag. Homo. Queer. It didn't help with the jerks. He hated thinking that a GUY had his gem match.

At least his still faintly buzzed with warmth unlike his dad's. The god forsaken gems were supposed to get burning hot as you neared your match. But if course his dad's was cold as death. Frank felt grateful that while his match was a guy, he was still alive. Somewhere. Waiting for him. Someday. He'd find him. It was destiny after all.

Frank took out his gem from the chain on his neck, tucked under his shirt. He turned it over in his hand and felt the warmth. Somewhere he knew that somebody had the exact sensation flowing through his.

...

Gerard sighed as he slid his fingers through his long untidy hair. It just wasn't coming together! He stared down at the paper in front of him. The little cartoons were drawn across assorted papers towards the top of the wooden platform.

"Gerard! Dinner!"

He sighed as his mom called him downstairs. He braced himself for another lecture about how he was just a lazy bum sitting in his room and how he should get a job. He didn't care. Once his comics were out, he'd show them. He'd shown them what he could be. He'd show them what the faggot could be.

He grabbed his food and slid down the hallway to the couch. His couch. Nobody could sit on his couch without his permission. Nobody.

All of the sudden he felt his gem burning through his pocket. He took it out and rolled it over. He hated looking at it. He hated its color. Purple.