Epilogue: Grimm

Elysium Fields Cemetary
New Orleans, LA, USA

Grimm's heavy black boots touched the ground soundlessly as he opened the rusted black metal gate and walked into the cemetary.

Oh, excuse me. Are you guys in a band?

He walked silently past the monuments and aboveground tombs, making his way to the very end of the massive graveyard.

Uh, yeah, we're a band. How could you tell?

You guys kinda had that look, you know, like you didn't wanna be bothered. . .

I didn't want to be bothered, he thought to himself, but there you were, big as life and twice as beautiful. He paused, looking at a particular marker, with a name poorly and hastily scrawled on it.

You wanna walk me home?

Yeah, let me get my jacket.

Sloppy, Grimm, very, very sloppy. Be seeing you.

He stared at the name. You stupid bastard. he thought to himself. He looked at the spot in front of the marker that had been hastily repaired.

Moving on, he came to the spot he had been searching for. He read the name on the crypt. Michelle Morlant April 17th, 1978-Oct 15th 2001. Beloved daughter. She is at peace.

So what do you do, Michelle?

I work here, in the square, I'm a psychic. I tell people's fortunes. Tourists, mostly.

You don't really believe in that kind of stuff, do you?

He reached down to clear away some dead leaves that had gathered around the bottom of the monument, and made a place to sit.

Well, in the case of most psychics, no. But, you see, I can. . .uhm. I don't usually tell people this, but, I'm a meta. I can see into people's futures."

See into the future, he thought, and what did you see, Michelle? Did you see me turned into this. . .thing? Did you see me fighting aliens and robots in the Antarctic? Did you see me killing a former teammate who wanted to destroy us all? Who did kill one of us?

I saw you. . .as a hero.

Funny definition of hero you got there, girl. he thought to himself.

Blam! Stupid stuck up goth satan bitch! Think you're too good to go out with me!

Sloppy, Grimm, very, very sloppy. Be seeing you." Blam! Blam!

What a [censored] night. . .two years, kiddo. Two years and I still don't know what the hell is going on. Grimm spotted movement off to his left. Several dark forms approaching him. He jumped up and grabbed the nearest one and prepared to punch it. . .right in the face. . .

"Whoah, hey, it's me! It's us!" Phil Smith put his hands up defensively. "We just wanted to know if you were about ready to go. Uh, the girls are getting hungry."

"Uh, sure. Just let me finish saying goodbye." Grimm released his hold and sat back on the crypt. Phil straightened his jacket and turned to walk back towards the other members of the team. "Hey, I know this great little Italian place." Grimm said as Phil reached the group.

"Then what the hell are we waiting for?" the telepath replied.

Last edited by Grimm; 2003-12-26 4:50 PM.