Disclaimer: I don't presume to own Dark Angel, I could never have the genius to come up with it,
or the stupidity to cancel it. I DO own my original characters.
Epilogue
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"Hearts are heavy on this, the third day after the great disaster that occurred in Seattle . . ."
CLICK.
"Alec, go back!"
"What? Why?"
"I wanna see what the disaster was!"
Alec and Asha sat cuddled up on Alec's couch once again, watching television. Alec clutched the
remote control possessively, while Asha tried to claw it from his grasp.
"Alec, come on!"
Alec sighed heavily. "It can't be that disastrous," he argued, "if it was, we would've heard by now,
don't you think?"
"Maybe, but-"
The trilling devil machine, also known as Alec's cell phone, cut her off mid-sentence. Alec got up
to answer, remote in hand. As he walked over to the counter, Asha lunged downwards and
grabbed his ankle, tripping him and sending the remote flying as he crashed to the floor. "Mmph!"
he protested.
Asha snatched up the remote. "What are you waiting for? Go get the phone!" she teased.
Grumbling and muttering, Alec peeled himself from the floor and went to get the phone, while
Asha tried to find the station the news report had been on.
Alec flipped open the cell, with the initials TDM scrawled onto it in permanent marker. "Yeah?"
"Alec?" Sketchy's voice came through the receiver. "Are you alright?" He sounded a little out of
breath, and on the verge of tears.
"Yeah . . . I'm fine, Sketch, what is it?"
"You didn't hear? Oh man. . . . Dude, I'm sorry to hafta be the one to break this to you, but . . ."
A loud gasp sounded from the couch.
Alec's head whipped in Asha's direction, and full of sudden dread, he lost his grip on the phone.
The remote control and phone both fell to the ground with rhythmic grace, the only things to
break the deathly silence that fell upon room.
"Asha, what-" Alec looked at the television, which had her attention riveted.
The sight on the screen caused his blood to run cold and his mouth to go dry.
". . . footage from three days ago, captured by a shocked onlooker . . ."
Smoke filled the sky, pouring from a blazing ball of fire. A burning building, to be precise.
The neon sign above the entrance was no longer lit, and the building began to crumble.
The sign drifted down, screaming into the night like the last words of a dying man. . . .
. . . Leo's Pizza . . .
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MWA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oki, I'm done now.
Bubbye!
or the stupidity to cancel it. I DO own my original characters.
Epilogue
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hearts are heavy on this, the third day after the great disaster that occurred in Seattle . . ."
CLICK.
"Alec, go back!"
"What? Why?"
"I wanna see what the disaster was!"
Alec and Asha sat cuddled up on Alec's couch once again, watching television. Alec clutched the
remote control possessively, while Asha tried to claw it from his grasp.
"Alec, come on!"
Alec sighed heavily. "It can't be that disastrous," he argued, "if it was, we would've heard by now,
don't you think?"
"Maybe, but-"
The trilling devil machine, also known as Alec's cell phone, cut her off mid-sentence. Alec got up
to answer, remote in hand. As he walked over to the counter, Asha lunged downwards and
grabbed his ankle, tripping him and sending the remote flying as he crashed to the floor. "Mmph!"
he protested.
Asha snatched up the remote. "What are you waiting for? Go get the phone!" she teased.
Grumbling and muttering, Alec peeled himself from the floor and went to get the phone, while
Asha tried to find the station the news report had been on.
Alec flipped open the cell, with the initials TDM scrawled onto it in permanent marker. "Yeah?"
"Alec?" Sketchy's voice came through the receiver. "Are you alright?" He sounded a little out of
breath, and on the verge of tears.
"Yeah . . . I'm fine, Sketch, what is it?"
"You didn't hear? Oh man. . . . Dude, I'm sorry to hafta be the one to break this to you, but . . ."
A loud gasp sounded from the couch.
Alec's head whipped in Asha's direction, and full of sudden dread, he lost his grip on the phone.
The remote control and phone both fell to the ground with rhythmic grace, the only things to
break the deathly silence that fell upon room.
"Asha, what-" Alec looked at the television, which had her attention riveted.
The sight on the screen caused his blood to run cold and his mouth to go dry.
". . . footage from three days ago, captured by a shocked onlooker . . ."
Smoke filled the sky, pouring from a blazing ball of fire. A burning building, to be precise.
The neon sign above the entrance was no longer lit, and the building began to crumble.
The sign drifted down, screaming into the night like the last words of a dying man. . . .
. . . Leo's Pizza . . .
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
MWA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oki, I'm done now.
Bubbye!