Runaway Bride

Epilogue

Daniel Zinehoff was a bad bad man. He was a massive part of the sex slave ring and drug cartel in most of eastern Germany. He was a dangerous, and unpredictable adversary known for cutting his enemies down like wheat.

And now he was the prey, scared out of his mind.

The infamous Black Panther and his terrifying blue butterfly had finally tracked him down, toying with him like a cat with string. He was now running through his own fancy mansion, trying to make it to his secret office. There were no doors or windows. Unless you knew the entrance, there was no way to get in. It was swept for bugs and break-ins daily so he was sure they couldn't get in there.

That was his first mistake.

Daniel found his secret entrance and slipped through it, popping a button in the process. He slammed the second door closed and breathed a sigh of relief.

A slender knife slid around his neck and a warm feminine body was suddenly pressed against his.

"Evening, Herr Zinehoff," said a sweet and elegant voice in his ear, one that belonged with sharp smile that could cut you.

He gasped as the blue butterfly, for that was surely who this being was, pulled him away and spun him around to face her and Black Panther, the most notorious mob boss killers in history. Black Panther's brown eyes were hard and cold, his black cornrows draping over his shoulders as he sat in Daniel's plush chair, leg draped over his knee and a shotgun across his lap in one hand, a pistol in the other pointed at Daniel's face.

"H-how'd you get in here?!" he asked in terror.

Black Panther smiled.

BANG

"Sometime last night, entrepreneur and charity workman, Daniel Zinehoff was murdered in a secret room in his lush mansion. It seems Mr. Zinehoff had ulterior motives because around his body was evidence that he was, in fact, the deadly Wasp, head of the biggest mob of Eastern Germany. The culprits are not yet known, and the police..."

The television clicked off and from his workstation, Gustav sighed. "I was listening to that you know..." He said with mild annoyance to his companion.

"Well," came the smooth voice of his lover and former assassin. "You know what they say, TV will rot your brains out."

He heard the huff of air and shift of air as Georg plonked himself in Gustav's favorite chair. There was silence, filled only with the monotonous sound of a metronome and the clicking of Gustav's tinkering. After a moment more, a proud Georg spoke up again.

"Bill and Tom are really taking their job seriously aren't they?"

Gustav sniffed in disdain.

"Oh I wouldn't know about that. After all, I'm not allowed to listen to the television."

The laughter he loved so much rang out, making him forget his annoyance as strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him into Georg's lap.

"I love you, Gus," the former assassin said, pressing a kiss to the blind inventor's lips. Despite his sigh, a smile graced Gustav's mouth.

As the lover's drowned themselves in each others bodies, the pages littered across the desk and shining on the holographic screens were all forgotten, one poster standing out amongst them all.

BLACK PANTHER AND HIS BLUE BUTTERFLY

WHEN NO ONE ELSE CAN HELP THE WEAK, AND WHEN
THERE SEEMS TO BE ONLY MORE EVIL WHERE YOU
SEEK HELP, BLACK PANTHER WILL LISTEN TO THOSE
WHO NO LONGER HAVE A VOICE TO SCREAM WITH.
TO ALL THE CRIME BOSSES WITH THE POLICE UNDER
THEIR THUMB, LEAVING NOWHERE TO HIDE- BEWARE
WE'RE COMING FOR YOU.

Chapter End Notes:The end! I'm done with this story!! *tears it up and throws it far far away* I really hope you enjoyed and maybe one day I'll come back to this but for now, good bye!