"What if...?"

Those are a writer's favorite words. A
lot of stories have
been started with "What if...?" What if a bunch of young rabbits were
forced to
leave their warren and find another place to live? (Watership Down) What
if
the old house on the hill were sold to a vampire? ('Salem's Lot) What if a
hideously deformed man loved music so much, he secretly lived under an
opera
house? (The Phantom of the Opera)
That's how this story started. My roomie remarked
one
day that Spike Spiegel and Vicious must be brothers, because they look
alike
and because, to quote her, "only brothers could hate each other that
much."
And there was the What-if. I thought, "What if they
really
were brothers?"
The next thing I knew, this story, my take on the
pre-Bebop years of
Vicious and Spike, was writing itself.
Be warned, if you're curious and decide to read it.
This is not a
pretty story, and it doesn't have a happy ending. There are subjects and
language that might offend you.
What? I haven't scared you away? Then welcome to my
story....
~ part one ~
part two ~
part three ~
part four ~
part five ~
part six ~
~ part seven ~
part eight ~
part nine ~
part ten ~
part eleven ~
part twelve ~
~ part thirteen ~
part fourteen ~
part fifteen ~
part sixteen ~
part seventeen ~
part eighteen ~
part nineteen ~
part twenty ~
part twenty-one
(Chapters 20 and 21 new on
10/1/04)
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