Disclaimer- I do not own FAKE, or Due South. No matter how hard I wish for it to happen.
A/N: Hello every one! Now I know what you guys are thinking. What the HELL is this other side of the story here? Is this person completely insane? The answers are a good thing and no. Please read and review.
Prologue
It was a foggy night for New York City. Most of the time is was fairly clear. But tonight was the night of fog, and a great night to plant a bomb. The bomber worked his way around the building placing the charges in a logical pattern. The target was an apartment building; it was filled with middle class families and rich singles. The bomber even placed a few charges around the pool. When it would explode it would blow up and in and kill it self. Leaveing the buildings beside it alone except for the smell of smoke and burning flesh.
The last thing he did was to tie a Christmas tree angel to the fence. The angel was dyed black and had blood splattered all over it. His calling card. The blood was for a chicken the bomber had bought in Chinatown; he wasn't stupid enough to bleed all over a piece of evidence.
He was crazy, but not stupid. He prided himself at making sure he wasn't to be caught.
He walked away, active the timers on the bombs.
He watched the 7 o'clock news that morning. They were calling him the 'Black Angel' and "the Angel of Death'. He simile, and continued to write out his plans for the next three bombings.
A/N: Yeah I know. No of the cool gay guys yet. But they're coming. Promise.
NEXT TIME- Bombings continue. Then they stop. Dee and Ryo go to the Windy City to meet up with Vecchio and Fraser. It seems that the bomber has moved.