Greetings, you may call me Unfinished Business. The story I am about to unleash up on you will be nothing like you have ever seen on Nifty before. It is a story that will take you back in time of a completed series. I am asking Nifty to post it in the Boy Bands Archives. In time you will realize what stories past I am diving into. And you will understand why I'm called Unfinished Business.
Disclaimer: The Characters portrayed in this fiction are strictly the figment of my imagination. I do not pretend to know the Backstreet Boys or Nsync and therefore do not know their true sexual orientation. This is a work of fiction. One to entertain you. If you are underage I request that you leave now. Come back when you are old enough.
Any questions you have or suggestions you have you can e-mail me at unfinishedbusiness2001@yahoo.com
Here is a sample. If you like or are curious let me know.
A Cousin's Payback
"Well, can you do it?" she demanded.
"How long has he been like this?" he asked looking at the controls.
"Over five years," she answered.
"I don't know," he stated pulling up the stats that he needed.
"What do you mean you don't know?" she demanded. Her tone was impatient and he knew he had better think twice.
"He's been in cryogenic stasis for only five years. Medical advances hasn't developed that much." He was stalling for time not really willing to commit himself to this.
"Oh come off of it. They've been cloning body parts for over two years now. You are stalling!" she screamed at him. "I'm not paying you a small fortune to stall. "Now tell me what I want to know! Can you clone him a new heart or not?" He sighed and pushed a button to allow for a sliding door to slide open to reveal a newly cloned heart. "That is much better."
"As you can see I've already cloned his heart. I can bring him out of cryogenic stasis in a few weeks and perform the surgery, but I can't guarantee it's success," he said as he pushed the button to allow the door to slide shut. "He is a criminal you know," he stated looking down at the naked youth with a bullet whole in his chest. Laying his hand on the glass that separated him from his soon to be patient.
"I know he is," she said with a smile. "Trust me. I know precisely what I am doing."
"Can I ask a question?" he asked. She nodded for him to continue. "Why him?"
"Because he will play a pivotal role in my plans," she smiled as she ran a finger along his face.
"May I inquire as to what your plans are?" he asked.
"No you may not, at least not yet," she said as she planted a small kiss on his cheek. "I will leave you to your work Doctor. Oh and don't think of sabotaging this. If you do, you will die." He swallowed hard as he watched her walk from the room. He turned back to this patient.
"I don't think this is going to be such a good idea," he muttered.
It is not much. But a small taste is all you should need to wet your appetite. Let me know if you want more.
U.B.