Epilogue

D@mnet! What the hell have I done? I had a good life set out for me. There are no more winter nights under the covers, no more mothers to tell me to clean up my act. And now there's no more sense. In jail, I'm just a useless piece of sh*t, and I'm not that. -Deeds

It's inspirational when your toughest critic pats you on the back now and smiles in your presence like you're more than a piece of S#@%. -Josh Pollack, Junior Editor of Edison Weekly.

Prologue/Chapter 1/Chapter 2/Chapter 3/Chapter 4/Chapter 5/Chapter 6/Chapter 7/Chapter 8/Epilogue
This story was written by K8, and some ideas may originally belong to David J. Burke, the writer of Edison. Some of the story is K8's own work, BUT NOT ALL OF IT. The writing is K8's except for a few quotes, but the concept is David J. Burke's, except for a few scenes.