Epilogue

Epilogue
Bugsy sat in his office chair. His right hand was propt up and his bony hands played with a yellow stress ball. His torso was missing a shirt, which exposed his tightly stretched skin over his bony body; blue veins pulsated under his thin skin. Over his legs sat a pair of small skinny slacks and his twisted hairy feet sat bare.

In the dark room, a beam of light shot through from his laptop. On the brightly lit computer screen sat a video that was emailed to him. There, playing back from a recording, was Richard Thomas. His face held an excited smile as he dressed himself up in a white button up shirt and was tucking it into his blue jeans.

"So, Chloe is being released from the hospital today with a clean bill of health. She does have some trouble with her voice, but the doctor said it will clear up soon. Sherrif Reynolds gave me permission to date his daughter, which Zachary says is a very good thing; apparently, Reynolds is a tough nut to crack, mainly with young men wanting to date his daughter. I understand his protection over his daughter because he an only parent and a cop."

Bugsy gave a bored roll to his eyes as he smacked his lips.

Richard sat down to his own swivle chair. He stared at the computer screen for a moment and then gave a sigh. "I know you are bored right now. Sorry I have been rambling." He cleared his throat. "I want to thank you, brother. I know you don't care about Chloe or Martha. I know you do not care about anything that I care about, but thank you. I could not have made it out of that mad house if it wasn't for you." He smiled. "If it helps, Martha has a different outlook on you. She hasn't mentioned the Prantex, which is good for the both of us." The brown eyes that sat in Richard's head slid down to the desk in front of him. "Granted, she doesn't say much anymore. She doesn't talk about Zachary anymore. In fact, she ... Well she gets worried when he comes around. I don't think Zachary likes that. I think he has feelings for her."

Bugsy let out a heavy sigh as he squeezed the stress ball.

Richard glanced to the screen. "I am in agreement about the Prantex. There is no need for it and I am going to tell Martha to stop production on it." He slowly removed his glasses and stared at them in his hands. "I don't know if you are worried about my new found ability to control our transformation, but if you are ... Don't be. I am still remaining to our prior agreement. You have your life and I will have mine. As long as you do not interfer with my own hobbies and interests, I will leave you to yours."

Bugsy kept his lizard like black eyes on the screen as a half smile came to his face.

"Over all, Bugsy, you and I have to face this world together. It wasn't in the cards for us to be born seperate and there for, you and I will have to compromise on everything. You cannot come into being when I am awake or when I keep control. As long as you remain in our agreement, I will sleep. Even though she doesn't know anything about us, just yet, I will not let Chloe dictate our relationship. I will never allow Martha to dictate our relationship. You stick to the agreement, then I will let you have all the fun in the world."

Bugsy let out an evil chuckle. "Bros over hoes."

Richard gave a smile and slipped his glasses back on. A smile came to his face. "Remember, it isn't I you should be worried about, it is Zachary. Please, do not anger him. Follow the rules and we will be fine." He glanced to his wrist watch. "I've got a date. By the time you watch this, I would have had a wonderful time. Have a good night, brother." He lifted his finger to the keyboard and then stopped. "Oh ... By the way, please do not throw my clothes out tonight and be gentle with Kat ... I don't want to wake up to a dead body next to me." He gave a wink and pressed down on the key to stop the recording.

Bugsy gave a chuckle and stood up from his chair. He tossed the toy ball onto the desk and walked over to the night stand on the right side of his bed.

"Are you watching that idiot again?" Ask the sleeping voice of Kat within the darkness.

Bugsy picked up a stack of folded clothes off the night stand and carried them over to a heavily tinted window. "Oh, he ain't that bad." His voice sounded sinister. With a large, crooked toothed grin, Bugsy opened the window and tossed out the clothing. In his left hand, Bugsy held a pair of glasses. With ease, Bugsy slowly wrapped his bony fingers around the glasses and crushed them. "He ain't that bad."