Small Town Shine

A Story by Abishai100

Fanfiction of the 2010 Ben Affleck mod-town 'gem' about inventions in daring, darkness, and a 'darling' for New England dowry.

The Town (Ben Affleck) fanfiction.

DISCLAIMER: This work of movie adaptation/fanfiction offers no ties to the referenced work of inspiration and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/criticism/interpretation).

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CLAIRE: I'm a waitress; I was home-invaded; told to open account!

ADAM: I'm the detective; the thief wanted you as a staged hostage.

CLAIRE: So, the whole thing seemed well-choreographed (Boston).

ADAM: The thief had a costume/mask during the snow-storm here.

CLAIRE: He had me dance with the guardsman in the vault.

ADAM: Aha, covered the camera with bubble-wrap and used his toy.

CLAIRE: A toy water-rifle filled with restroom-made acid, I guess!

ADAM: He left insurance note, "Blood diamond swap for Robin Hood."

CLAIRE: The masked-man told me to stay quiet (insider-work).

ADAM: Wanted belief it was a deed/theater by a rival company.

CLAIRE: Eco-insurance, street-gossip, blood-diamonds, what?

ADAM: Just be grateful you're not implicated; Interpol-reiations.

Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian Wall-St. investor in Charlestown/Somerville/Boston, made the snow-storm heist/raid of rumored/insured 'blood diamonds' using Claire (Irish waitress) as a staged/prepped hostage. He invaded her house in mask and threatened her to open an account the next-day right before he'd arrive to 'snatch' her well-coordinated for the seemingly vigilante-like deed for a bloody social media 'jitters' for weird field goals (Facebook-like).

AMLAN: I got this for your son, Claire.
CLAIRE: You saw me on the news, and you've been a customer here?

AMLAN: I'm not that masked-thief, Claire...I saw the gun on TV.

CLAIRE: You got my son a replica toy/gun for therapy, eh?

AMLAN: I'm not that thief, Claire (no worry)...your son's awesome!

CLAIRE: From my divorce, failed marriage, Charlestown-tale (ha).

AMLAN: Come with me to Brussels...we shall open a toy-store.

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

The snow-storm served as some New England dark 'faerie-tale' alibi for Mr. Satan; but he was now (actually) interested in the waitress who'd become his object of desire (Claire!). She had no idea, but Amlan Satan remembered the advice of his brother from youth, "Snow is soft and Heaven, but it reminds us...it should...survival ain't always affording Earth men the 'fortune' of trust, brother." What did he mean (Facebook-like)?

CLAIRE: I wish I met your brother, Amlan Satan (ha).

SATAN: I've this premonition he's somewhere in Australia, dunno!

CLAIRE: I get the feeling he's like wilder than the likes of you, Satan.

SATAN: Hey...maybe my brother was the masked thief (ha).

CLAIRE: I guess I'm falling for you...and you're from Charlestown!

SATAN: I used to do telemarketing there and sell sports trading cards.

CLAIRE: That thief, in that mask, who sort of scarred me...the Devil.

SATAN: Hey, that's the past...and besides, I saw (TV)...'cool' costume!

CLAIRE: He was quite the skilled theater-man (for eco-insurance).

ADAM: Take him to the Bruins-Sabers ice-hockey game for us, Claire.

CLAIRE: Why're you certain Amlan Satan is the thief, detective?

ADAM: I've a clue he fell for you after you became his 'angel' for art!

CLAIRE: Maybe he was doing blood-diamond work for a rival group?

ADAM: Uncertain, Claire...my duty is to clear vigilante romance now!

CLAIRE: Well, I read about conflict-zone gems online/BBC (etc.).

ADAM: I think Satan has marked you as his Rapunzel, Claire (ha).

CLAIRE: Well, he told me to meet me at Logan...locker-box stuff.

ADAM: Cool (loves ice-hockey).

Amlan flew to Brussels/Belgium...without Claire. He spotted Detective Adam at Logan (airport) while anticipating Claire boarding his plane after she made an airport-locker box deposit of some replica-diamonds which were to be 'gifted' to the Ion-co. (the company whose bank-box he stole diamonds from with Claire's help) pre-flight to a Euro-retirement (for the Ego). Claire knew now that Satan recognized Detective Adam and decided to detour to escape, now that he was free/clear from any vigilante darkness concerning those rumored/insured 'blood-diamonds' in the Boston-bank (wow). Claire knew now his son (Damian) would miss Amlan (too)...Facebook-like.