Prologue
As I sit here, the world blurring away, I thought to myself I had no idea what I got into when I joined. I guess I've always been treated like pariah all my life, that I just wanted to be a part of something.
Start spreading the news.
I'm leaving today.
I want to be a part of it.
New York, New York.
The things I was taught, the things I've witnessed…the things I've done. They've hardened me. They've left my soul colder. My only friend who was with me for as long as I can remember no longer recognized me after all these years since I had disappeared. Yet here he was, fighting a battle he had no stake in, a battle that he was tied to only by virtue of resuscitating a withering society.
This is the finish my friend, this is the end.
It's a revolution, it's a civilian revenge.
There's no need to move or adjust your television.
Whenever an era dies, another era begins.
It was only now that I realized I was a part of something bigger than myself. It was my fault he was fighting this battle. He was fighting my battle. He was not trying to save the crumbling world…he was trying to save me from myself.
We hungered for truth so we headed for y'all.
Towers are crumblin', bridges are fallin', limits are fadin', the normal is borin'.
Looking at time move progressively forward;
Looking at days just vanish before me.
I reminisce about the times he and I sat underneath that oak tree. Before all this madness happened, before all this chaos happened. It seemed like time stood still when we sat together on that peaceful hill. It's a shame we separated ten years ago. He never forgave me for what I did. It took ten years to build this hardened façade…but below this tough layer lays someone who is still lost without him. I was put through hell when he never gave me the second chance I didn't deserve.
He never really did forgive me.
I don't think I could ever forgive myself either.
It's a different kind of madness, and it never look backwards.
But this is a crisis, prepare for disaster.
It saddens me that I finally realized I was a part of why society was breaking down. I was part of the problem. He was part of the solution. I never really thought it would happen like this. But it was too late for me to turn back. It was too late for him to save me. Because when this battle is over, I would have let go of everything. I would be a thousand miles from here.
I would finally be at peace.
Start spreading the news.
I'm leaving today.
I want to be a part of it.
New York, New York.
It's been a while since I actually wrote something. And yet here I am, starting a new story before I even finished my current one. Well, hopefully this gets me writing again. The idea behind this story originated from one of my weird hypothetical situations about what would happen if Jazmine actually grew up with a toughened demeanor, combined with me watching a little bit of Cowboy Bebop. I laughed at the idea of Jazmine joining a crime syndicate (oops) that would eventually become the foil of Huey Freeman as he joins the FBI. Well, I'll leave you at that.
Anyway, the song used in this prologue is a remix of the Theme From New York, New York by B.o.B.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Boondocks.