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A/N: Yeah, so the epilogue. Wow. So close to being done. So close, so close….
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Warning: This chapter is rated PG for light language and implied violence.
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Epilogue
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//Every story new or ancient,
Bagatelle or work of art,
All are tales of human failing,
All are tales of love at heart….//
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It was mid-May and the weather had warmed considerably in the past two weeks. Spring finally looked like it was ready to come and stay. The warmth was a welcome change from New York's brutal winter fare. Signs of green in the park and in the window gardens brought hope that the never ending cold would finally resign to other regions of the world. The warmer weather spurred people to take strolls in the greening parks and along the sidewalks of the busy byways. Outside activities weren't the only things inspired by the warmth.
Queens was in a state of unrest. Rumors and lies were being tossed about, and Brink, not nearly the leader he was made-out to be, was crumbling under the pressure. By the end of the month, he had fallen under the stress. The boys of Queens had turned against the boy who had really just been a front piece for a strange dark eyed, chestnut haired girl. The glory days of Queens were now over, fading into an oblivion as an outsider, an outcast, stepped forward and took hold of the lose territories' reins. His strange, two-toned eyes watching over the group of rowdy children and youths with a steel hand and a mind as sharp as steel.
Greed, something that is never satisfied, was already calling for him to attempt something completely and totally unheard of. The takeover of an entire neighboring territory, the taking over of Brooklyn.
A twisted smile came across his thin lips as he looked around the dingy warehouse where he stayed with his Queens boys. The boxes arranged in a kind of court, their deformed circle served as a general meeting place, a makeshift bunkroom, and courtroom where Lice himself now served as judge. His eyes, one dark as midnight and one light as the noon summer sky looked around at the rough and tumble boys of his Queens realm. Their smudged and dirty faces looked indignant, but willing as they listened to what their new leader had to say.
"Anyone who catches one a dem Brooklyn bastahds even close ta ouah sellin' teahtoahy, I wont ya ta soak dem good enough dat dey will loyn not ta be dat close ta da boahdah," Lice instructed and a surly looking lad stepped forward.
"Why ya wont us ta do dat?" He inquired. "We ain't got nuttin' against Brooklyn," he pointed out and Lice's strange eyes hardened.
"We ain't got ta have nuttin' against dem ta teach dem a lesson. Dey's been comin' too close ta ouah sellin' spots foah a long time. Pretty soon, we ain't even goin' ta have no moah business an' yous goin' ta be stahvin' cause you ain't been able ta sell youah papes," Lice nearly preached to them, his voice holding such a passion and conviction that even the darkest doubts were dissolved. "Fix 'em so dey know dat Brooklyn ain't tha toughest place 'round. Queens' got 'em beat by a mile," At that impassioned statement, a cheer rose and Lice let his lips twist into a sickening smirk.
Yes, and this was only the beginning.
Brooklyn had no idea what was coming.
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A/N: Okay, Epilogue now up and ready for action. Now you can go and read Blind Spot and have it make a lot more sense. This is a good thing. A very good thing. So I don't think I am going to make it to my 90 review mark goal, but you know what? I'll live. :: shrug :: Yeah, it is a sad thing, but I can deal. Now to the two people that are left on my review board:
Ireland O'Reily: Ah, my faithful little Ireland. ^_^ Yeah, I have self-esteem issues, but who doesn't, right? I'm glad that you have enjoyed my writings, and I hope that this is still living up to my "standard" of excellence. Or at least my attempt at excellence. :: cough :: Anyway, yeah, I got mono from, I actually don't know. Never been kissed, never share lip-gloss or drinks… AGH! This sucks. Yeah, it is sad that Frost was just, buried almost carelessly, but that was how it was. Someone who effected so many lives, had so many impacts, and yet, is so unnoticed. ::shrug:: depressing yet effective. Now if I can only get my muses to work and actually write Blind Spot, this could be a good thing. Much love and stuff. ^_^
Caitie: Thank you for your review. I didn't mean to depress you! That was supposed to be a bittersweet, kind of resolving chapter! AGH! I FAILED! I will never write again! Okay so that is a lie….