East-Town Red: Charlestown & the Prince

A Story by Abishai100

Searing fanfiction of the Ben Affleck 2010 American treasure-piece about incomplete-distances readings to the 'color' of Earth-realm Heaven (for insurance/Romanticism).

Fanfic-adaptation of the excellent American town-insurance dark magic/robbery 'culture' film The Town (Ben Affleck), which I think you'll like (thanks for reading),

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Amlan and Ajay Satan, Slovak-Algerian Bostonian-Catholic twins, immigrants turned citizens, had found vigilante-eye for Charlestown (New England), where rumors of moved conflict-zone gems from African shores for Western baron black market 'examination' for exploitation made for bad insurance jitters and street-gossip for an American Homeland really 'managed-in-hyperbole' by the soft-adjective of consumerism/commerce life drawn Earth realm jars of securities for confidence/trust/communication. This is their story, though the twins parted-ways, with only one becoming a real prince of the town-records. Follow along, friends (Facebook-like!).

BANK MANAGER: One brother came in, as a dentist seeking account for a new venture.

INTERVIEW: Then the other brother, the twin, stormed in with a water-gun loaded with acid?

MANAGER: Claimed he was the estranged twin of Amlan and demanded access to his bank-box.

INTERVIEW: Amlan was going to store some diamonds that day?

MANAGER: Used his water gun, the thief-twin, to burn several boxes and found the Ion-box.

INTERVIEW: Box had rumored/insured 'blood-diamonds.'

MANAGER: Amlan claimed Ajay was estranged and had become an eco-fanatic.

INTERVIEW: This Halloween 'stunt' drew some Interpol-eye/gossip for the bad Baron Ion?

MANAGER: Ion-co. diamonds/insurance are now being investigated...Town Jabberwocky.

INTERVIEW: Facebook-like (for eco-capitalism and leviathan/uncertainty).

MANAGER: Thanx.

AMLAN: Hey, maybe my twin/brother (Ajay) was doing inside-Interpol vigilante-work, doll.

WAITRESS (Shelbye): I know nothing of 'eco-vigilantism' as a waitress of Charlestown, doll.

AMLAN: Look, I just think we'd be great as co-managers of this Brussels organic waffle dive.

SHELBYE: You want me to fly away to Belgium (with you?).

AMLAN: What's the worst that could happen?

SHELBYE: Town-Jabberwocky is not my image of Earth's American Dream, doll.

AMLAN: We'd be great...invest in clean-coal tech (eco-friendly)...Ajay's distance.

SHELBYE: How should I guess you and Ajay didn't pull of that stunt in-tandem, eh?

AMLAN: Would I lie for love, for a waitress of this town, like you, Shelbye O'Hara?

SHELBYE: You're a Slovak-Algerian Bostonian/Charlestown Catholic.

AMLAN: But you think I'm the Devil, eh?

SHELBYE: Facebook-like (for leviathan/uncertainty).

Friends, Charlestown (New England) had everything one might imagine would offer Slovak-Algerian affable would-be hero bros/twins of the American Homeland (like Mr. Amlan Satan and Mr. Ajay Satan). However, Amlan was to become the prince of this dark faerie-tale reading of Charlestown, and the Boston pluralism area (in general). Ajay was hunted-down by the detectives assigned to his dark vigilante-masked Halloween case (Detective Jon). Amlan and Shelbye, however, flew-away from Charlestown and remembered only what Town-Jabberwocky gifted for daydreams of sportsmanship (Facebook-like). That's an American dream.

Amlan decided to pen a special novel concept when he reached Brussels, with Shelbye O'Hara (his 'Rapunzel' of sorts). He kept Ajay's tragic-secret, of course. His work was inspired by his school-days reading/curiosity about incomplete-distances to the leviathan/uncertainty of Earth realm manmade bureaucracy-arts of fortune/insurance wonderwalls of securities promises/daydreams of shared capitalism weight in a Blue-Planet 'rich' with images of resources, oil, diamonds, Wall-St., and globalized traffic/exchange cartoons of dowry-prayers for doubt. Town-IQ had become everything, you see (to Amlan Satan), the surviving twin (and hence 'prince') of this dark limerick (Facebook-like).