Ten Years Later…
It's been ten years to the day that the city of Venice was horribly destroyed in a nuclear explosion. But it was not only Venice that was caught in the explosion. Cities surrounding Venice and hundreds of lives were lost. Neighboring nations mourn for the tragic event and welcomed those who lost their home to come and live in their country.
Many tried to figure what had caused the explosion. When Dottore Cassius Massimo, owner and CEO of MassCorp, was a suspect in this matter, he was found guilty due to evidence. Massimo is sentenced to life from a heavy murder charge and abetting.
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"Bo, hurry up!" A tall man yelled as he leaned against his black Volvo. He gazed at his watch and ran his fingers through his chocolate hair.
"Sorry, Prop!" A 16-year-old boy gasped from running. His blonde, curly hair fell to his shoulders as his bangs covered his eyes. "The teacher gave me detention."
"What?" His brother looked furious.
"It wasn't my fault!" Bo shouted.
"Never mind about that now, we're late! Get in." Prosper got inside the driver seat as Bo sat right beside him. "We're having dinner at Scip's place."
"Really? What's the occasion?"
"She's back in town." Prosper started up the car.
"Gretchen? She's back from New York already?"
"Scipio went to the airport to pick her up just now."
"I hope she brought me back something." Bo smiled. No matter how mature he seemed to be, Bo could possibly never get rid of his childish trait.
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"Prop?"
"Hmm?" Prosper answered without taking his eyes off the road.
"It's been ten years today, Prop."
"Bo, what are you talking about?"
"Today's the day that she-"
"BO!" Prosper shouted as he shot an angry glare at his brother.
"What?"
"Don't you remember that Scip told us to never speak of it? I do from being crammed into that police helicopter."
"I still don't see why. Was Scipio mad for what she did?"
"Bo! What did I say? Never speak of it. It's all in the past."
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The Volvo pulled out to a beautiful house out on the river. Prosper and Bo got out and saw three people waiting outside.
"Prop, good to see you." A black man walked up to him and shook his hand. His shaved head reflected the sunlight as his biceps flexed when he shook Prosper's hand.
"Same here, Mosca."
"Hey." A man a foot shorter than Prosper patted his back. His hair was red and spiky, but his teeth were straightened and immaculate.
"Hi, Riccio." Bo waved from the car.
"What am I? Cut glass?" A girl with jet black hair down to the end of her back walked up to Prosper and locked him in a passionate kiss.
"Hi, Hornet." Prosper chuckled as he continued kissing her.
A shiny, blue Corvette pulled up to the house. A man with jet black hair pulled in a ponytail got out of the driver's seat, "Save it for the bedroom." He smirked as he went over to the passenger side and opened the door.
"Do you always have to be a gentleman?" A woman said. She stepped out of the car and looked at the view. Her eyes were brown as her hair. Her hair fell beneath her shoulders and her smile was vibrant.
"Gretchen." Bo hugged her.
"Hey, kiddo. I missed you." Gretchen ruffled his hair.
"Did you bring me anything?"
"All I brought back were my clothes and old case files. Unless you want one of my thongs." She smiled.
Bo looked down in disappointment.
"Bo, you have to know when I'm joking. Here, I got something for you." She reached into her purse and pulled out a snow globe of New York City.
"Thanks." He shook it up and went over to Riccio.
"Gretchen, why don't you rest your feet while I'll bring your things in and start dinner?"
"No way, Scipio. You been too much of a gentleman to me, I'll go start dinner." She kissed him and went inside the house as the others followed her.
Prosper stayed outside and went over to Scipio, "Are you asking her tonight?"
"Yeah. What about you and Hornet?"
"I don't know, Scip. Hornet is obviously wants me to. She stuck a ring catalogue in my desk." He shook his head as Scipio laughed, "On the way here, Bo told me something."
"What?"
"It's been ten years, Scip."
Scipio looked up at Prosper, "Prosper, I specially told-"
"I remember what you said. The question Bo asked me if you were mad at her for what she done. Are you, Scip?"
"Gretchen's waiting." He took the bags and went inside.
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After a dinner of pasta, everyone sat around the table, laughing and talking. Scipio stood up and tapped his wine glass. "Scusi. I have an announcement to make."
"Oh, God." Gretchen muttered.
"Gretchen, you and I have been together for five years. Now look where we are now, you're a prestigious lawyer in all of Germany and I'm a detective for the police department."
"Scipio, what's your point?" Gretchen smiled.
Scipio got down on one knee and pulled out a box.
Gretchen's jaw nearly dropped from his gesture, "Oh, I see."
"Gretchen, you're the light in my darkness. Every morning, I wake up to see your beautiful smile, and I'd like to wake up to see that beautiful smile for the rest of my life. All I'm asking to spend my life with you. Gretchen Frieden, will you marry me?" He opened the box and revealed a beautiful diamond ring.
"Oh, Scipio. Yes, I will!" She went down and kissed him, "Ich liebe dich."
Everyone clapped and cheered at the celebration. Hornet shot and glare to Prosper and nudged him, "They're getting married."
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"Thank you for coming, everyone." Gretchen waved.
"See you later, Prop." Scipio led him out to the door.
"Scip, you're not mad about earlier?"
"I'll try to get over it." He honestly said.
"All right. Congradulations, man." Prosper said as he left.
Scipio turned and carried Gretchen to their leather couch.
"Ah, Scip!"
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm trying to grasp the thought of it."
"Of getting married?"
"No, of my last name, silly. Gretchen Fortunato or Gretchen Frieden-Fortunato? Can I hyphenate my name?" She smiled as he kissed her.
"This calls for a bottle of wine."
"Yes, I've been dying for a bottle of my fiancé's wine since all I've been drinking is sake in New York. Make it red, please."
"Red, it is." He said as he went down into the wine cellar. Scipio pulled out a bottle of red wine from one of the shelves and checked the label. He set the bottle down on a nearby table and pulled down a bottle of wine, acting to be a switch. A portion of the brick wall turned around to show his old mask and a worn teddy bear. The majority of the items were pictures of Scipio when he was younger and a girl around his age with brown hair and amber eyes. She was mostly smiling in these pictures. There were also pictures of everyone else when they were younger around the girl. Scipio stroked his old mask and picked up one of the pictures. A tear escaped from his eye and landed on the picture of the girl, "I miss you, Galatea."
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YOU WERE NOT EXPECTING THIS, HUH? Yeah, i'm at a loss for my other one but im gonna finish it. So, uh, tell me what you think.