Yay! It's finished. This is the final ending to Neo Revolution, I hope you will tell me what you think, I've put a lot of effort into it.

Despite this, I do not own DDR.

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Talon stared at the man before them. The Blue Wolf, this was the Blue Wolf, Louis Patriarch's replacement. The Dancer for America, Alexandir MCcoy, he was here. Blue Wolf bowed his head. "Patriarch wasn't supposed to die like that. I'm sorry kid."

"Why? Why would he kill my father?"

The Blue Wolf looked at Linux and nodded to her, awknowledging Talon as he walkedpast him and approached the girl. "I don't pretend to know the sins of the wealthy, but two to one odds theres money involved."

Briefly the man consided, then looked out to a high tower, the domain of Arnold Haynes. "Look, men with a lot of money also have a lot to lose, they'll do anything to stay on top. That is a warning to you Jen."

The Blue Wolf turned to leave as Konemi hurried to follow, immediatly being prevented by Talon. "Let me go!"

Talon still continued to hold her, turning her harshly to face him as he gripped her shoulders. "Listen for once Jen! This is not something you wanna go messin around with!"

Konemi tried to look away but he immediatly turned her head back towards him. "I'm not saying this lightly Konemi. For gods sake just listen to what everyones been tellin you for once! I Love You Jen. I love you and the world be damned if I loose you like this."

Konemi stared at Talon, her entire body shaking as her tention released. Tears welled in her eyes as she bowed her head in defeat, finally resting her head against his chest as he continued to comfort her.

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Five years ago Alex had only been some wannabe DCer. Well, there were lots of guys who fit that description. Of all those people, Alexandir MCcoy had been one of the few to make it yhrough to the top ranks and that was all thanks to Louis Patriarch. Well hell if anyone was gonna kill him and get away with it whether he be God, The Pope, or Arnold Haynes.

"Everyone seems to be making fools lately."

Alex stopped, turning his head 60 degrees to the man in a long black coat known as The Reaper. Genma continued. "You're not planning to confront Haynes on empty accusations and threats are you?"

"That wasn't my initial plan Genma, I figured on coming up with something better along the way."

Genma nodded slightly, crossing his arms over his chest looking ever the imposing figure with that perpetual frown that always seemed to sit on his face. "I really wasn't counting on that. To my surprise there has been an outstanding increase in stupidity following Patriarch's death. It makes one wonder if the man didn't manage to keep up the average of the global intelligence while he was living. But then, you never were easy going to begin with MCcoy."

Alexandir scowled slightly, watching Genma. "Well by all means if you have a better idea let's hear it. Unlike those coorporate sharks I am quite unwilling to let that man get away with murder. Whatever is necessary."

Genma bowed his head and stepped forward. "Go ahead then, I'm not you're mother."

Genma then cast another glance at Alex and continued on. The other man stared at the Reaper then shook his head slightly. "Heartless bitch."

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At the beginning of great oil crisis, many economies collapsed. Several first world nations were brought to their knees, unable to satisfy their dependency on the fossil fuels that had helped them grow. Of all these nations struck, America had been one of the hardest hit. The government had been unable to withstand the economic pressures and the country fell into a weakened state. It was the corperations that had always been so ridiculed that had managed to stay afloat. It was for this reason that many business empires now held more power then their own governments. Arnold Haynes was unchallenged.

Alexandir MCcoy had plans to change all that.

"Mr. MCcoy. What brings the pleasure of your company to my office?"

Barely 5 1/2 feet tall and fitted with a shock of white hair, Arnold Haynes looked far from sinister or evil. His eyes were two water blue beeds, wedged between folds of skin that served as eyelids. To compensate the man appeared to have been fitted with full round bifocals. His aging pale skin told of a man in his fifties, wearing a navy suit that had been tailored to his body which was only slightly more robust then that of a healthy man. Arnold Haynes hardly looked dangerous, but appearences could be decieving.

Alexandir wasn't fooled, he could feel the anger boiling inside him as he spoke through gritted teeth in a vain attempt to hold his temper in check. "Why did you do it?"

Arnold Haynes looked up, just now seeming to notice the full hight blue clad man before him. Barely feigning interest, he looked back down and returned to his paperwork. "I do many things. You'll have to clarify."

Alexandir stepped forward, approaching the man's desk, the cameras followed him through every motion. If security was the true measure of a man's worth, then Arnold Haynes had to be a god. The dancer plaved his hands on the desk, gradually forming fists as he spoke. "Cheating liar. You killed one of the greatest men who ever lived, left a widow, a child, fifteen years old without a father. Does murder ring a bell you pansy wipe asshole?"

Arnold Haynes looked up once more, this time appearing to have more focus on his intruder then before. He removed his bifocals and stood to stare at the other man face to face with an indifferent expression. "I suggest you watch your language in my office, less you want to find yourself with a very short dance career and a life of scrubbing toilets to scrape off a meager living."

He circled around his desk towards the Blue Wolf and Alexandir half expected the cameras to move according to his movements. Apparently the security took no interest in their master as the cameras failed to move. In fact, any indication of security appeared to be malfunctioning. Unwavered, Alexandir continued his accusation. "Admit it you bastard, just admit that you killed him."

"Yes, I did."

Alexandir was clearly caught off guard, doing a double take at the shorter man. "What?"

"Well that's what you wanted wasn't it? A confession?" He turned around to stare out the windows that walled one side of his office. "For liability reasons this aspect of our conversation will not be recorded. It is your word against mine, unfortunatly my word carries a great deal more weight then yours."

As if getting bored of the view, Arnold Haynes turned around and retreated back to his desk, replacing his bifocals. Alexandir was completly aghast at how calm this man could be. His voice was little more then a whisper searing with hatred. "Why?"

"...because I can Mr. MCcoy, it's that simple."

"You conceited little twit. How dare you ever think you could get away with it."

Arnold Haynes looked up once more and shuffled his papers, standing again. This time it was different and Alexandir caught a glimpse of the deadly black weapon enclosed in his hand. The dancer stepped back in shock, a sudden reaction to seeing a gun in this man's hand. "What is this?"

"A demonstration." Without hesitation he then brought the gun up and shot once into the other man's chest. He watched alexandir fall, then reached for a hankerceif, wiping the gun, meticulous to every corner. "There are two kinds of men Mr. MCcoy, the rich and the powerful. I am both. You can die here in my office and I will more then likely get off scott free. It's not so much the will, it's the ability, and I have plenty of ability. He pressed a button on his buzzer, speaking through the radio. "Security!"

Lifting his finger off the button he wrapped his hankerchief around the gun, preparing again to aim. "Our meeting is over."

As he aimed the gun Arnold stared curiously at the pool of blood on his carpet, missing one body. His eyes quickly searched for his quarry, finding himself too late as the weight of the man fell over him, pushing him back. The gun fired twice more, one missing, one finding home in Alexandir's belly, which only served to press more weight against the older man as they passed through the glass and began to fall.

Alexandir closed his eyes, fully convinced the next vision he would see would be of the pavement. It was the sudden pull on his coat that brought the man back to reality and back onto the floor of Arnold Haynes' office. "Don't try to move."

He could feel the hands pressing down on his wounds, plugging the bullet holes as his eyes adjusted to the man who had saved his life. "Reaper, you damn Angel."

"Angel is on the dance floor, I'm just a devil keeping you out of hell."

Alexandir smiled slightly, resting his head back down. "And to think I called you a heartless bitch."

"Which makes me curious why I saved you in the first place, but then I must have a soft spot for idiots."

Alexandir smiled and closed his eyes, just as the security flooded in. "Nice to know someone does."

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"It's over daddy. I still miss you, but you know, it's not so bad anymore. I started out looking for vengence and reason. Met a lot of new people along the way, I made some friends too. I still want to see my friends, maybe some will stay in New York. Reaper's new apprentice is a real jerk, but he's noble at heart, even though, he doesn't want anyone to know it. I got myself into a lot of trouble for your sake.I wanted to help you so much I put myself in danger,I know your mad about that, but I'm alive daddy.

For what it's worth Daddy, I'm sorry for getting into so much trouble. I hope you're not too angry, I hope you're okay. Me and mom don't really get along now, I don't think I'm ready to go back to her. I'm going to do it for you, and I'm going to make an effort, we'll try. It's going to be tough, but I know you would have wanted us to be together. It's going to take some time, but we're already on the mend. I just wanted you to know that I Love You Daddy. I hope you're okay where you are."

The young girl bent down and laid a bouquet of flowers down onto the grave of her father. As she stood she continued to stare at the smooth granite of the headstone, reading the words Louis Patriarch over again before she turned around and slowly walked way.