~ Epilogue to Black Satin Dreams ~
I watch a figure in red come into my Speak Easy Tavern. I have my ear in the ground as always and I am enjoying my cold drink on the rocks.
I read this morning's newspaper and frown.
"Poor Roger." I say and sip my drink.
"Excuse me." I look up to see the girl in the red coat standing in front of me. "Are you finished reading that?"
She was referring to the paper, of course.
"Yes. Here. You may take it." I give it to her.
"Thank you." She says politely and sits down at nearby table to read it.
Her hood was removed to reveal a head of soaking wet hair. A short, red, pageboy haircut, one that surrounds her face.
I watch her as she gracefully opens the front page to read the cover story. As she reads it she smiles.
I find this strange the she would smile at something so tragic.
She stands up, leaving the paper open to the topic story.
Covering herself once again with her red hood, she dashes out into the street once again.
I walk over to the table she sat at and re-read the article she was smiling at.
It read: Millionaire Roger Smith along with wife Angel Smith and children Patricia and Caseey were murdered in their home last evening around 12:40 a.m. by a .45 handgun. Military Police are still continuing to search for the suspect who committed the crime. They were discovered this morning at 7:34 by their elderly butler, Norman Burg, who had gotten back from at trip to visit his relatives this morning. There were no found witnesses.
I frown again and sit back down in my chair, hardly noticing the red hooded figure smiling at me through the rain-spattered window.
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I wonder how you're doing in heaven, Roger. Hopefully everything is going well. Have you met your angel yet?
I smile as I ask myself these questions in my mind hoping you'd hear me even though I know you can't.
As I stand in front of your grave I ask out-loud if you believe in angels. I don't know why.
I'm soaking wet standing here in the pouring rain.
I take the gun I sent you to heaven with and aim it at the marble angel that protects your gravestone. It is much, much higher than me and probably would destroy me if I shot at it.
I smile at the thought of this.
"I'll meet you in heaven Roger." I whisper.
I pull the trigger various times and plant 10 rounds into the base of the statue.
It cracks and falls over just as I wanted it to, and lands on me.
I feel my memory chip short-circuit and my body feels mashed.
I finally black out and see nothing, praying for a safe trip to heaven.
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I see you standing at the gate waiting for me. I knew you would be.
I walk over to meet your embrace. You stroke my red hair.
"I didn't think androids could go to heaven," he says to me.
I smile. I hope it can stay like this forever.
We'll be together now and forever.
~ Fin ~
Author's note: Sorry I forgot to put this in my first chapter, I try to do everything at the end. The Big O, its characters, likenesses, names, etc. are Ó (Copyright) of Sunrise Ltd. And Hajime Yatate. Please R+R, and no flames please. Hope you enjoyed it, I know it was weird. Thanks for reading! :)