I don't own CB chars. This is part 4 of my story. This is out of place because I am making the relationship with some people different than what they are in the show. I plan on having VT show up somewhere in the next few chapters. Thanks for the reviews even through I have mistakes in here and there. Hope ya like and please R&R.

THE BEGINNING OF A ENDING

Vicious woke to the sound of the car stopping. It was now 7:30pm and we was on the outskirts of the city called the "Blue Crow." He liked this place because it was just as cold as his heart. No warmth or shelter from the cold climate, just like there was no warmth for him. He lost all of his feelings of sincerity when Julia had betrayed him. The thought of Julia disgusted him.

"We are here, sir. I shall wait for you to come back here; unusually you have other plans?" The driver asked Vicious, while opening the door and letting Vicious out.

"No, I don't. Wait here until I come back. I should be back within three hours or so." With that Vicious start to walk the long way, to the core of the city, where he knew that warrior would be. It started to snow harder, as the freezing wind picked up. To anyone on the planet would be cold and cover in layers of heavy clothing. But to Vicious the wind only warm his bones.

Street hookers, Drug stealers, and any other people on the street, moved out of the way of Vicious. They all gave him funny looks as if "Why he is not wearing a coat? He will freeze to death." This only enlightens Vicious more, as he saw that these people were afraid of what the saw in him. Vicious could only smile at them, from behind his locks of silver hair. For he knew no one couldn't really see him smile, it would not be right for a man of his nature.

Vicious looked at the sign of the building where he knew Gren worked. He always played his saxophone here for the people. Vicious didn't know why that stupid saxophone was so important to him. Maybe it was a part of Gren's soul that couldn't be forgotten. Whatever it was, it had no skin off of Vicious's nose. He walked into the bar, and sat down at the very back, where the shadows barely meet the light. He liked the darkness; it was one of his greatest alleys.

There Gren was. At the font of the bar, playing out his soul on this saxophone. He was playing the same song the night that they meet on Titan. Vicious couldn't remember what the name of it was, only that it reminded him of past events that he wish to forget.

"Would you like a drink sir?" The waiter asked.

"No, I fine. Now be gone." Was Vicious replied.

When Gren was done playing his number he thanked the crowd and begun to put his saxophone in its case. Vicious saw him talking to some purple-hair girl before he left the bar. "Hmm...same old same old. You never would change would you Gren?" Vicious thought in his head. Gren past him, and went outside of the bar, without a thought that Vicious was there in the shadows of the bar. Vicious got up for his seat and follow Gren.

Vicious thought that Gren must be going back to his house, so he took a shot cut there. While inside of Gren's house, Vicious sat and waited for him to arrive. He was in no big hurry to get back. So he figured, let Gren take his time getting home. He would get what he wanted away.

When Gren open his door he drop his saxophone's case on the floor and flick on the light. He took off his coat and hung it up on the coat rack. He stretched his arms and then turned around to face the couch. There to his surprise, sitting on the couch half in darkness and half in the light was a man he never thought he would see again.

Vicious was the first to speak. "What? No greetings from you Gren? And here I thought you would be happy to see me?"

Gren's replied, "well; long time no see brother."

A/N: OH NO! Another cliffhanger and a BIG ONE. What will happen next? Stay turn for the next adventure of this insane story of mine