New York Through: 1800s Shirt {Fanfiction}

A Story by Abishai100

'Cool' fanfiction of the graphic/ambitious Scorsese adaptation of the Herbert Asbury 19th-Century NYC streets-flame kaleidoscope.

My (epic!) take/fanfiction on the epic 19th-Century American streets-hellmouth traffic/immigration 'eulogy' Gangs of New York (Martin Scorsese). Thanks for reading (Happy Summer Saturday, all)

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It was the time of Boss Tweed and 19th-Century NYC inventions in streets-customs for gangs and clans and ethnic flow and immigration-flux and scenes of Germans, Irish, Italians, and others 'mingling' with varied forms of dark contests; and under the Tweed-era of streets-controls, the nefarious Butcher-Bill rose to prominence, as a Protestant-gang leader of ruthless exaction and had 'exorcised' the more democratic-sway of the Catholic-gang leader Priest who sought to erase his brutality in a choreographed gang-war but had failed. Priest's son, Amsterdam Satan, vowed to seek revenge, witnessing the fall of Priest as a young-boy spectator. This was American streets-history, and it was New York in flux for lanterns of kerosene-fire. Follow along, friends (Selfie-like).

BOSS TWEED: You fear retributions, Butcher, ha.

BILL: Call me Bill, Tweed (will ya?).

BOSS TWEED: You already control much of the 5-points of NY-streets now!

BILL: What do you want (for me)?

BOSS TWEED: I want iron-hand to control street-polls for mob-votes (elections).

BILL: I told you, Tweed...I fear retribution from the hands of sons of enemies.

BOSS TWEED: You fear the son of Priest (Catholic-gang) has grown, returned.

BILL: I'm busy is what I say now, Boss.

BOSS TWEED: Keep abreast of your New York, Butcher...Priest's son is likely gone.

BILL: I doubt it, Tweed...I fear he's a selfie-made koala for youth-face traffic.

Of course, Butcher-Bill was sharply 'psychic' to sense Priest's son Amsterdam Satan had grown to become a selfie-face traffic-son of return and revenge for witnessing his father's death in that earlier gang-war for Catholic/Protestant contours in 19th-Century New York. Bill nevertheless provided Boss Tweed with the 'necessary' streets-controls to make elections and commercial control of that time/place of immigration and clans-flow and flux quite profitable, even ruthless/clever (wow). However, would the Butcher stand?

AMSTERDAM: You're a fare-damsel, Jenny.

JENNY: I'm clothed in fashion of employers and things I steal, young prince.

AMSTERDAM: I've returned a grown-son of America...to take down the Butcher!

JENNY: Bill controls the streets, the 5-points, and the favors of Tweed, Satan.

AMSTERDAM: Hey, I'm a Catholic and strong and in-love...with ya.

JENNY: Maybe you win my hand, despite all this fortune-talk; but be wary, pal.

AMSTERDAM: Of Boss Tweed, Jenny (ok)?

BILL: You mingled into my trust, into my gang...and now I know you're that son!

AMSTERDAM: I merely became what you made me after bloody-murder, Butcher.

BILL: You're quite the artful prince of betrayals, stupid New York man of hate.

AMSTERDAM: I shall recruit my own 'legion' of Catholics to avenge the Priest.

BILL: You make 'wage' of this street-gossip war in this time of mine, eh?

AMSTERDAM: I choose the weapons for this election-time gang-war, Butcher, ok?

BILL: Bats, knives, axes, slingshots, wedges...or pistols, Amsterdam Satan?

AMSTERDAM: No pistols...only street-fighting (for Americans).

BILL: Good boy, selfie-like (fair for fare).

The legion-fight of retribution between the avenging-force of returned-son of Priest Satan, Amsterdam, and the evil hand of Butcher-Bill and his marshaled arsenal-army of profiteer-like drones of New York City control, was on. It was classic, barbaric, strange, momentous, lyrical, and tragic. In the end, Amsterdam cut Bill's bloody-throat, but before he did, he whispered, "This shall be an invisible laurel for American streets, but the legacy will be one of pure American Homeland keratin, Butcher (ok)."

AMSTERDAM: We did it, Jenny.

JENNY: What to now, Amsterdam Satan?

AMSTERDAM: Waffles and fashion/design for New York's future (for us!).

JENNY: I always wanted to be Catholic, Satan.

AMSTERDAM: Selfie-like (cool).

Amsterdam Satan's story was elegiac and pretty, but it was special. Not all those who sought poetic retributions in the streets and enclaves of New York and its almost timeless story of immigration and population-drama saw similar/likened romance. However, Amsterdam Satan had something on his side that others, less fortunate for the American street-story did not...that magic-mask of things...keratin (Selfie-like!).