What You See...
Chapter Eleven
The Epilogue
It was quite the house. Through the glass that replaced most of the walls, any given passerby could see the plants that crowded, unnecessarily, for light and celebrity; it gave it that greenhouse look. Walking along the outside path to the threshold, Gray surmised how Aki would probably have a much better life here than in the institution, whether or not it was headed by a sociopathic crimelord.
The spontaneous social call was all his. He figured that he may as well do the polite thing and check to see how everything was advancing, even if he weren't truly interested. It wasn't like he had anything better to do, being temporarily laid off as of the moment.
He rang the doorbell and waited, and waited until he rang the doorbell again.
About the time he figured to be leaving, he was scared out of it by a very demanding, very loud series of commands.
"Freeze; Detective Brea, NYPD!"
As if he hadn't had enough of law enforcement in the last week…
He froze, as per instructed, and turned when asked to face the officer.
Only it wasn't an officer.
It was Aki… with a banana deftly aimed to maim.
The End
Working Title: What You See...
Inspiration: Too much psychology in too short a time, plus a little philosophy added in.
Noteworthy: It was fun. It was fun and I'd do it again, it was that fun.
Disambiguation: ... Can you disambiguate a story like this? Methinks it's far too silly.
Series: What You See...; Gray Edwards' City of Wanton Depravity.
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