Okay, here we are with the last chapter of the story! As you recall, Feral has saved the day and rescued Wolfsbane and Thornn while doing away with Massima Capella and Reverend Craig alike. But it isn't over for her yet. Why? Because in the aftermath of her successful, victorious mission, Feral is going to experience quite a few blasts from her past, not to mention a whole lot of loose ends to be tied up because of that. Loose ends which had long fell by the wayside. And how will she deal with them and what will this cause for her? Let's find out, shall we? In any case, without further ado, I bring to you the fourth and final chapter of this fanfic! Hope it's a good conclusion, everyone! Enjoy!

THINGS TO NOTE:

Some of this final chapter will, in some ways, blend the real world with the Marvel Universe one, just so no one is confused about certain things.

I own none of the characters. They all belong to Marvel Comics.

The Maria, The Minister And The Mafia

Chapter 4-Astonishing Aftermath

The crisis was averted and the threat and menace of both Massima Capella and Reverend Craig was over…permanently. When the three aircrafts returned to Times Square, Wolfsbane and Thornn had been treated for their injuries and were now in much better shape, even if they'd still need some time to recover all the same. Feral was given much congratulations by everyone for saving them and doing away with Massima Capella, Reverend Craig and all of that nasty, evil Mafia in the process.

Much later on, after the X-Men and X-Factor took off, with Wolfsbane going with the latter, and after X-Force went to their trademark headquarters, with Thornn deciding to get some sleep after such a day as this, and thus going into a private bedroom, Feral was having herself a bottle of Dr. Pepper when Shatterstar walked into the room she was in and said: "Feral? Me and the rest of X-Force would like to speak with you." "You would? Why?" asked Feral as she got finished with her Dr. Pepper and threw the empty bottle in the recycling bin. "Because while we were in the computer room of the headquarters, something from another world…an alternate world which is apparently the 'real' one from which the Earth in this Marvel Universe was made, by comic book writers and artists, that is...was shown to us." "Huh?" Feral said. "I'm not quite sure I follow you…"

"What?" Feral gasped, clearly confused. "I know, it is surprising and hard to comprehend in the worst way." Warpath agreed. "But it's true, it happened." Syrin spoke. "And in the fucking process, guess just what the hell we were able to fucking find out?" asked Cable. "What?" Feral replied. "Y'all got screwed over by your creators, that's what!" Cannonball responded. "Come again?" Feral asked. "Ah tell ya, it's true!" Cannonball stated. "See, much of what made you be what you were for a long time was the abuse and neglect by your miserable excuse for a father. No denying or doubt about that." Boom-Boom explained. "But one reason why this turned out to be the fucking case…" Then Shatterstar continued for her: "…is because of your creators, writer Rob Liefield and artist Fabian Nicieza, in the real, non-Marvel world." "Okay, there's a lot I've gotta learn here…" Feral realized. "Indeed, there is, an' dinnae worry, for we shall each take a turn explainin' it all t' ye." Syrin assured. "You deserve to know, especially after your heroic act today." Domino stated. So Feral said: "All right, but allow me ta find somewhere ta sit. 'Cause I gotta say, somethin' tells me this is gonna take more than a few sentences ta explain."

The rest of X-Force nodded, and Feral found a chair which she quickly placed herself on down in. After she was seated, Cable began, taking the first turn as leader of X-Force. "Back in the real world's early '90s, the year 1991, to be exact, the team of writer Rob Liefield and artist Fabian Nicieza would see to your creation. At first, it was meant so that you would fill the role that Wolfsbane filled in X-Factor and Wolverine filled in the X-Men." "Later on, to give you some depth, they made you out to be a complicated but bitchy character, but took it to such vast extremes that eventually, despite your having quite a few fans and being a skilled, helpful and talented member of the team, people wanted you written out." Boom-Boom continued.

"Thus, your backstory, which could have been anything, was made into what it was and thus you got made into a killer of your family members, albeit one who didn't do it without a reason, and were written out for a time." Warpath put in. "Although you redeemed yourself before and then pulled off this amazing, heroic stunt that you did, both recently, of course," Shatterstar said, "it changes not the fact that, when one thinks about it, you were fucked over by your creators." "The fact that one of your fans, prior to the ones who wanted ya written out demandin' it, requested they show a sweeter side to ya before your bloodlust disheartened your fans but they didn't for a second listen an' continued to make ya out to be nothin' but bitchy, even hidin' your true feelings an' problems kinda bitchy, further intensifies how badly they screwed ya over in the worst way despite bein' your creators." Cannonball said.

"Not only this," Syrin went, "but other writers an' artists fuckin' ye over in other bloody ways once ye made yuir return, one o' which was John Francis Moore an' Jim Cheung havin' ye rip out me vocal cords t' rend me mute an' powerless, an' after continuin' wit' ye havin' the all too infamous Legacy Virus infectin' ye an' poisonin' yer mind from when it was started, no less, I dinnae mind sayin' truly made things worse for ye in that sense. Much like I dinnae think ye're at all inclined t' disagree." "Of course not." Feral responded. "An' especially since you're the one tellin' me this, all things considered, plus, until recently, we loathed one another with the very worse kinda vengeance."

"Ye're tellin' me, Feral." Syrin nodded. "Anyway, between that and all you could have been and/or become had you not gotten fucked over so fucking much like you did get, I do think it's pretty clear you've gotten the raw deal in so many ways." Cable put in subsequently. "That said, we know you're gonna be pretty angry now, and you have every right to be, mind you, but since we found it out while at work on the computer, and apparently, this happened because some kind of phenomenon made the real world Earth blend with this apparent Marvel Earth temporarily, at this very time, we thought you would want to know, and had a right to." "Believe me, I'm glad ya told me, an' I should know, an' even if I am real fuckin' pissed just now, this accounts for a whole lot." Feral snarled, doin' her best to contain her new rage. It was, of course, not easy to do for obvious reasons.

"Thank you for lettin' me know an' explainin' all this, but I think I need some time alone just now." "Wow. First your sister needing sleep, an' now you needing privacy! I can hardly believe how many felines wanna be absent these days!" exclaimed Deadpool. "Uh, Wade? Ah hardly think this is the time for jokes. Especially in front of Feral." Cannonball pointed out. "I'd advise ya to listen ta him!" Feral spat at Deadpool before storming off into the room she chose to be by herself in after hearing all she had, and having to deal with Deadpool's humorous remark about her need for privacy. "And even when something as serious and turning-point like as this takes place, Deadpool still can't let the chance for a smart-aleck wisecrack remark go by!" said Boom-Boom scathingly. "You said it, Tabithia. Right on." Warpath agreed. "Hey, lighten up, people! At least Feral isn't scarred for life an' possessed of a permanent insanity in need of control!" Deadpool protested.

"Physically, no, but spiritually, mentally and psychologically is another story." Syrin responded. "An' I should know, given our mishap when she was one of the Hellions while infected by the bloody Legacy Virus." "An' Ah'd think her feral nature needin' o' suppression is more than enough ta substitute for insanity in need o' control, y'all!" Cannonball stated. "Especially since she once lost control o' it an' darn near killed me durin' a trainin' exercise!" "Is there a point to all this?" asked Deadpool. "Try to have better timing and not pick the worst possible moment for one of your goddamned jokes." Cable said forbodingly. "God, these guys really need to grow a fucking sense of humor." thought Deadpool to himself. "But the good thing is, the merc with a mouth is the perfect one to help them with that, though that'll have to wait till later."

That night, after she was finally through with needing privacy and while Thornn still was fast asleep, Feral paid a visit to the cemetery. But not just ANY cemetery, mind you. No, this was a cemetery where something very personal needed to be seen to by her, regardless of what the outcome was going to be. She went to the graves of her mother, sister and brother, and she'd then stand there and say to herself: "Okay, if the real world has passed over with this world, and if it's in the way that was described, then this could very well mean, just this one time, the only possible way I could reconcile with the ones I killed, if that's at all possible, will take place. Or at least there's a possibility it will. It's just a mere chance, of course, an' there's only some hope this could even mean anythin' even if it does occur, but better ta have tried an' failed than ta not have tried at all. AH! It would appear it is bein' made ta happen just this once by the temporary intersectin' of Marvel Universe an' real world Earths!"

And sure enough, as she was hoping would happen because of the temporary aligning in question, the souls of her mother, Marcella Callasantos, her younger brother, Matteo Callasantos and her younger sister, Carolina Callasantos, came out of their graves and all flew right in front of where she was. They had come right to her and had been made to know about what had happened with Feral, how her creators ruined her future with all that was made to be so and why she had come here. So they knew where to find her easily, and now they had.

"Hello, Maria." all three said gently in unison. "Hello, guys." Feral replied. "It sure has been some time, an' it's ironic I should be the one to say that…" "Indeed, and yet we know the reason as to why you came here tonight." Marcella replied. "You do? How is that possible?" Feral asked, startled. "The same aligning which allowed us to leave our graves and see where you were allowed us to know what you'd done lately and why you came. So we'll make it worth your while." "See, Maria," Matteo said, "despite how you did indeed kill us, and even you don't deny that, one thing is very clear." Carolina then added: "Besides how your motives came from the way you'd been through so much and were too young to know better, though we were even younger than you, me and Matteo, that is, but I digress, the dirty deeds all turned out to be on the part of your creators." "You know, Liefield and Nicieza?" Marcella said. Feral nodded. Then she went on. Marcella, that is. "Anyhow, sure, I was a crack addict, much like your father, but I did what I could to deal with our problems, and you wanted to help. Sadly, one thing led to another, and it ended with all that occurred with you. We have found out of your change of heart along with how you did away with that dreadful Massima Capella and Reverend Craig, plus all those Mafia mobsters." "As well as this, we are certain you'd have been something great like you are now, or even better, had you not been fucked over so bad." Carolina put in. "Especially given the way a sweeter side was asked by a fan of yours to be shown of you, but neither of your jerk-ass creators paid this request any heed at all." Matteo spoke.

"So we can only imagine how painful and unfair to you that is." Marcella put forth. "But to you guys even more, I'd think. Considering the obvious…" Feral replied, digging her toes into the grass a little bit and getting the claws on them slightly dirty. "True enough." Carolina spoke. "All the same, though," Marcella said, "you once wanted to help me before you were moved to hate me. As if this were not enough, our lives have all been one big mess because of your two creators who were making it so to respond to the hate mail of many, which only came because they didn't bother showing any side to you of the many you have but your nasty ones and got you to be as you were during your time with X-Force in the first place." "Pretty douchey of those guys, if you ask me." Matteo told Feral. "Ya think I don't agree? I got a taste of their disgustin' douchebaggery in the worst way God only knows how many times over, even if the form o' it happenin' did vary." Feral responded. "We know that, Maria." Carolina told her. "But what you need to know is that after looking into it all, and seeing what you managed, and who you stopped in their tracks, especially Massima Capella and her allies, we want you to know, especially due to all you've been through and all being made as it was for the reasons it was in that real world, we can finally safely make our peace with you." Marcella spoke. "Sure, our father is a wholly different story, since he was abusive with or without such things as there are, and a bad dad all in all," Matteo began, "and sure, much the same goes for Harry Bellinger, even if for different sorts of reasons, but similar ones," Carolina continued, "but because of all mentioned, and because I was able to see he did indeed molest you and Lucia, Harry, that is," Marcella said to her to finish it up, "we can now see much about you we never have before, and realize ourselves to at last be capable of making our peace with you and vice versa."

"I would love for that to happen. Especially since the circumstances and creator cruelty in question leaves in limbo many questions of how things could have turned out between all of us. Who knows?" Feral sighed. "Maybe it not only could have been different, but we could have turned out to be much more o' a fuckin' family than we were." "Maybe, indeed. Especially since I now wish I didn't kill your pigeons, with or without the revenge and hatred it produced in you, and much of it was contributed to by my crack overdose." Marcella told Feral. "Not all of it, but much." "I suppose your apology is accepted, even if I loved those pigeons, for once more, this was 'cause of the same things that made me a murderous bitch, even if one who wasn't that way unmotivated." Feral answered. "But I must say ta all three of ya…" She paused, and all three of the souls in front of her said: "Yes, Maria?" calmly but in unison. Then Feral told them: "All the same, an' even so, I…don't expect any o' ya ta forgive me. We may have made our peace just now, an' all facts may have been set straight, an' we may have reconciled an' all, with all loose ends tied up, but I don't think you'll forgive me an' I won't ask or beg ya to." "Maria…" said Marcella after a long pause, with Matteo and Carolina holding their hands up to show that she was speaking for all three of them with what she was saying now. Then Marcella spoke the three words Feral never thought she would hear from any of them. "We forgive you."

"Thank you…" Feral gasped, shedding a single tear out of her right eye. "I wish had I a reply for ya…but…" "You don't need to tell us anything." Marcella said. "The tear that comes out of your eye, even being one tear, signifies the humanity inside you and comes from the heart we know you always had even in your worst mood." Matteo told her. "You may have had many vices, and you may have had a hard time deciding which side you were on until finally turning good for good, but you were never 100% heartless, Maria. Never." Carolina spoke. Feral did a nod and she hugged her three family members to the extent one can hug souls, and they hugged her back. "I wish time could be warped so things could be made far differently and better for us, guys…" Feral whispered. "But even as it can't, at least you have now fully turned over a new leaf and have entered your new life, with all of everything as it should be for you." Marcella told her. "Go and embrace your future now. Once more, I speak for all three of us when I say this." "Thank you, all three o' ya." Feral told them. "Rest in more peace than ever before." All three smiled at such words. Marcella, Matteo and Carolina knew their time out of the grave was done now, and so did Feral.

With that, their souls returned to their graves, and Feral felt more free and cleansed of sin than she had in some time. But just at that moment, who should show up but her deplorable dad, Mr. Callasantos! That's right, her biological father, and he was coming here because he was resurrected from his grave in this area, thanks to the same alignment in worlds that brought the souls of the three Feral had just reconciled with and gotten forgiven by out of the grave for a time having brought him back to life, somehow. "What the hell?" he exclaimed, stopping in his tracks abruptly. "I'm alive again? What goddamn gives?" Feral didn't know it yet, but it was indeed true that the very one who had done so much to make sure of how she'd turned out and been so selfish and abusive had been brought back from having died from a cocaine overdose and was now standing directly in front of her.

Mr. Callasantos came to realize he lived once more, then he turned to Feral, seeing what she looked like, and shouted: "Say, who, or what, are you, and what the fuck are goddamned doing here?" "My name is Feral, an' I don't see why…HEY! I recognize you! I know you! You are my biological father!" "What?" he exclaimed. "I'm the father of a mutant? No! That is not fucking possible!" "Oh, yes it is! My name is Maria Callasantos, though the moniker of Feral is what I usually go by nowadays! An' everythin' bad that ever happened in my life is all because of you!" "MARIA!" he exclaimed. "So this is what you've become in my absence, is it? Not only were you born a fucking mutant, but you had to become a furry animal mutant, too! Well, I know now how true it is I should have killed you and Lucia before I left, especially since she no doubt has become a cat hybrid mutant the same way your sorry little ass has, Maria!"

"Way to choose exactly the wrong words to use at exactly the wrong time, asshole!" let out Feral nastily. "An' after just comin' back from the dead, no less! Your leavin' made me think it was the right thing ta kill my damn siblings, motherfucker! An' it led to everything else that took place, though now I know no one was ta blame, an' ya just left 'cause you're the selfish prick o' a self centered pig that ya are! If only I wasn't such a foolish little girl back when I was six, an' then I woulda realized that, ya scumbag slimebucket!" "How dare you speak to your own father that way when he's come back from the grave! And where the hell can I find me some goddamn cocaine?" Feral then rolled her eyes an' spitefully remarked: "Always the crack addict even when just resurrected, aren't ya? That's the reason ya died ta begin with the first time, dipshit! Cocaine, dumbass! Oh, and by the way! Wouldn't it surprise you to know what happened just now inside of this very cemetery?" "What the hell are you talking about, you worthless little slut?" snapped Mr. Callasantos.

"Me and the souls of mom, Matteo and Carolina had a little talk just now!" Feral put in firmly. "After they came to where I was from their graves, which happened due to a short but significant blending of this universe's Earth and the real universe's Earth, we discussed many things. Like how I now wish it could have been different than it was and so do they. As well as the fact that what made things as they were was the fault of both my creators in the real world, and you." "I can't believe what I'm fucking hearing!" Mr. Callasantos exclaimed. "What kind of tommy rot bullshit is this?" "This ain't no tommy rot bullshit." Feral spat. "It's reality an' the fuckin' truth, 'dad'. See, here's the thing. When you treated us like shit an' left us, I wanted ta fix the problem. But I didn't know how, bein' six years old. Between that an' my developin' killer instinct, along with my developin' mutations, I was led ta believe it was the fault o' my siblings ya left us an' they were the reason things were so hard for Mom. So first I pushed Carolina, though not Lucia, down the stairs to die, an' then let Matteo fall ta his death. Later, I was molested by a crack addict stepfather named Harry Bellinger along wit' Lucia, an' I killed him. Because o' this, other killed my pigeons, who were my only friends. This made me hate her enough ta kill her, so I did. But guess what? The reason this happened as such was because my creators, from the real world, in which they created both me and in which this very universe and Earth was created from, this Marvel Earth, wrote it so in order ta get ridda me. Why? 'Cause despite my havin' numerous fans an' bein' a skilled, useful fighter an' complex character, many people wanted me written out. All 'cause I was made out ta be the worst kinda mean bitch by them."

Feral let out a furious snarl o' animal rage at this, frightening her father, then she got her instincts under control and went on: "While I've now righted my wrongs, made peace wit' my dead family members, save you an' the stepfather, neither of whom I intend ta do that with, an' while it's clear things coulda been different an' I coulda been somethin' great much sooner had I not gotten fucked over by those creators, especially since my fans begged for my nicer side ta be shown early on in my time with X-Force an' neither Liefield nor Nicieza listened, the assholes, it is still reality that you an' your lack of care, plus your abuse an' leavin' the family ta their fates, was part of what made things as they were, especially in my case. The fact that the souls of my mother, Matteo an' Carolina know this as well as I do an' said so while reconciling with an' then forgivin' me? My desire to be the one to have killed ya if ya hadn't died o' cocaine was added onto by how, if you'd been resurrected just moments before you were, they no doubt woulda said it'd only be fair if I were ta kill you for these exact reasons, an' for how ya wouldn'ta cared for shit even if ya'd found out sooner than this! They also woulda said ya deserved it, an' I would not have been inclined ta disagree. Nor would Thornn have been, were she there, or the pigeons I had as pets an' my only friends, if their souls were hear an' the lotta them could think like we can! The fact that things woulda been much better an' closer far sooner between me an' Thornn had ya not been what ya were, an' had I not gotten fucked over by my creators, this also bein' applied ta everythin' else havin' ta do with all this an' addin' up ta the same thing? Only makes me hate the two of them, an' you, MORE! Not ta mention adds ta all this an' how much ya have your goddamned demise comin' to ya once more, just like ya did when your crack addict habit bullshit caught up ta your ass! Get my drift?"

Mr. Callasantos, seein' her bloodthirsty eyes an' cruel fangs, as well as the way she looked out for blood, ready to pounce and eager to kill, was paralyzed with fear by now, especially after having heard all her words and knowing the only thing they could mean. Feral licked her lips as she looked straight at him with a very murderous look on her face. "Therefore," Feral stated loudly, finishing her explanation: "it's only too needed that I destroy you, and if mother and my younger siblings were still alive, or if the rest of X-Force were here now? They wouldn't object to my killin' ya…THEY'D HELP ME. Plus, murderin' ya wouldn't be criminal. It'd be justice. Thus, I not only wanna kill ya, but there is nothin' stoppin' me from doin' so, an' it would clearly be for the greater good, too!" "Stay…stay back…" Mr. Callasantos stammered, his voice absolutely aquiver with terrified horror more than ever. Feral smirked an' ignored his words.

Feral then finished her whole statement: "As such, this is the worst possible time for ya ta have been revived, an' also the worst possible time for ya ta be here, 'dad'. An' I'm the worst possible one for ya ta have come across, too. But I guess karma does that to ya sometimes!" Feral then attacked him and quickly overpowered Mr. Callasantos "NO, GET OFF ME, YOU GODDAMN BITCH ANIMAL!" he yelled, but Feral snarled: "Not a chance, you motherfucker! It was your abusive ways, lack of care and leavin' us which led ta all that would happen! An' even if I've atoned for it all an' even the souls o' the family members I killed have forgiven me, that doesn't change the fact they're still dead, and in many ways, so was I, way, way long ago! An' we're all gonna be dead while an asshole creep like you is alive? An' after a revivin' when ya shoulda stayed dead, no less? LIKE HELL! WHICH IS WHERE YOU'RE GODDAMN GOIN', BY THE WAY!"

Feral tore at her piss-poor excuse for a father and ripped his entrails out, then she pulled his intestines along the cemetery and tied them to one of the taller gravestones. Mr. Callasantos screamed in agony, going: "E-RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" and Feral waited for a few moments before she finally slashed open his wrists, ripped out his heart, or what there was of it, along with his lungs and finally lacerated his throat. He managed to yell out his last words: "YOU'RE NO FUCKIN' DAUGHTER OF MINE, YOU MONSTROUS BITCH!" before dying from shock, loss of blood and organ damage, and Feral said, as his corpse fell over, "Yeah, an' ya weren't no father ta me either, ya selfish-ass prick! So up yours! Ya got resurrected only ta die again, an' this time much worse than the last! SUCK THAT, SUCKER!" She gave him the middle finger and kicked his corpse as a way of saying "fuck you" one final time.

Once again was Mr. Callasantos dead, and this time, FOR GOOD. Then she let out a hiss of rage and contempt, saying afterwards: "Stinkin' meat! Thank God he's finally dead like he should be once again, and FOR REAL this time! I'VE PAID HIM BACK AT LONG LAST, AN' HE'S BEEN MADE TA PAY FOR ALL THE PAIN HE CAUSED! I'VE FINALLY AVENGED MYSELF, LUCIA AN' ALL MY DEAD FAMILY! FREE AT LAST, YA HEAR? RAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOWWWWWRRRRRR! I AM FREE OF HIM! I'M IN A WHOLE NEW LIFE, AN' HE'S ONCE MORE IN HELL LIKE HE SHOULD HAVE FUCKIN' STAYED! NO MORE O' MY OLD LIFE! IT'S ALL DEAD AND BURIED! LITERALLY! !"

Her yowls of triumph could be heard throughout the cemetery. If it wasn't official that all loose ends in Feral's life had been tied up and she was finally gonna start fresh in full before, it most certainly was now. She was overjoyed and elated at how things were looking up for her at long last, and her cruel father had paid for all he'd done and caused in the only way he possibly could for the second and permanent time. Every last link and tie to her old life was completely and utterly severed, and Feral was now going to bask in the pleasures of what lay ahead of her in her future, starting with how she'd spend the night in this forest, on the prowl and embracing her instincts, wild side and animal nature.

"Feral?" she heard the unmistakable voice of Cable say just then. He had shown up along with the rest of X-Force in this very cemetery. Feral turned around to see the lot of them, and said: "Ah, hello, guys. What brings you here, of all places?" "We came after finding out you were here, Maria." Warpath replied. "We know why ye came here, an' found out it, both your talk with the ghosts of your mother, brother and sister, and the destruction of your father, who got resurrected, by the way, because the alignment which allowed the ghosts of the rest of your dead family to come out of their graves as souls, while his being much different than the rest of them and the first to die made it so he was brought back to life, was successful." put in Syrin. "For obvious reasons, we congratulate ya fer that." Cannonball added. "Well done, Feral. And way to get rid of your disgusting dad for the second and permanent time in the process of earning the respect and forgiveness of your dead family at long last. We saw it all on the computer screen after we all found out about it, incidentally." Boom-Boom spoke. "Normally, with a couple of exceptions on this team, none of us in this group would accept, let alone commend or condone, this sort of thing. But it's very obvious indeed why this is a major league exception. Praise comes from all of us." "However, not only would we like to point out that we also saw that the intersecting of Earth's is over and the universe is back to its normal, former state, as is the real universe that made this one we learned about, but look how late and night and dark it is, and look how long it took us to find you here." stated Domino. "So seriously, Maria, let's see ya get onto this aircraft we flew all the way here and come home, huh? The night's over." Deadpool said, quickly usin' his teleportation belt device to get to the corpse of Mr. Callasantos and teleport it and himself back into his grave, but then teleport himself back with the rest of X-Force while leaving the corpse there. He quickly added on: "And if the merc with a mouth can admit to that, ya know it's just gotta be true!"

"Not for me, it ain't." Feral replied. "Huh?" asked Shatterstar, as confused as everyone else present. "You just want us to leave you here?" "Yeah, I do." Feral nodded. "See, much as I'm glad to be back with the team, tonight, after transitionin' into my new life, I really just want to embrace my feral side once an' enjoy the dark outdoors in this forest. It just wouldn't feel right to just come home wit' ya now. I just need this one night by myself in the wilderness, an' I will be just fine an' fully satisfied from then on. That's all I ask. One night ta make my own. Anyway, just come pick me up in the morning. I'll be fine." Feral said. "All right, if you insist, Maria." Cable replied, the others shrugging subsequently, and he and the rest of X-Force took off after reentering the aircraft. Once they were gone, Feral purred some and looked all about the cemetery, giving one last look to the grave of her mother and siblings, to which she said: "Sleep tight, all of ya." She walked a few feet away from it after turning around and looked to the side of her left and right in this big cemetery while she was doing so, stopping only when she was smack in the middle of the place.

Just then, as the music from Cammy's ending in Street Fighter II started playing in the background, Feral then looked out to the sky and said: "Fuck you, Dad. It's so good to have killed ya after all this time. It's the way I woulda had it if the crack hadn't killed ya the first time, an' I guess ya just shoulda stayed dead, since comin' back would only meant I got ta kill ya an' make ya pay dearly for all ya did an' all it caused ta be birthed. You're abusin' an' leavin' us made it so I blamed Matteo an' Carolina for such a thing an' caused their deaths. Well, we've made up in the only way possible. Go fuck yourself while bein' eaten by demons in your REAL home, an' you can bet your stupid, sorry, brute blow addict ass I'll piss on your goddamn grave on Father's Day! The only kinda gift ya deserve from me! An' fuck you, Harry Bellinger, ya overgrown swine o' a shitty substitute for a stepfather! I couldn't be less sorry for killin' ya, especially with the way you were gonna rape Lucia! An' how your demise led ta mother's death along with that o' my pigeons before that. Well, we've reconciled now, me an' mother. An' much o' what made her do what she did was 'cause o' her bein' on crack at the time, too, as a fuckin' bonus, ya overweight, lecherous asshole. So take that! Fuck you, Henry Peter Gyrich, ya rotten, perfidious sod. Fuck you, Graydon Creed, you prejudice, mutant hatin', scumbag, hypocrite motherfucker! Don't it just eat ya both your parents are mutants? Fuck you, Blob, you big fat fuckin' slob! Fuck you, Avalanche, you thuggish, inept-ass, Mystique obsessed goon. Fuck you, Masque, ya tyrannical asshole an' piss-poor excuse for a leader. Fuck you, Morlocks. A lotta good YOUR choice o' lifestyle turned out ta do ya. Fuck you, Juggernaut, ya oversized, overpowered, brainless thug. Fuck you, Sauron, ya reptilian abomination. Fuck you, Toad, ya repulsive, malodorous, pointless loser. Fuck you, Wildside, ya overconfident, crazed idiot. Fuck you, all ya anti-mutant activists who are still out there even now. I hope ya all go to an' rot in hell like my shithole dad is doin' once more right now. Fuck you, Stryfe, ya tin can, two-bit imitation of Cable. Fuck you, Mutant Liberation Front. Don't know what the hell I was thinkin' when I joined ya for the time I did. Fuck you, Exodus, ya lyin' sack o' shit. I can't believe that I was stupid enough, even with the goddamn Legacy Virus havin' infected me at the time, ta not immediately see that you'd set me an' my team o' Legacy Virus victims up for your own selfish gain. Fuck you, King Bedlam, ya vile an' incompetent shitwit. Never woulda even considered joinin' your group if I hadn't been so goddamn fucked up by that Legacy Virus. Fuck you, New Hellions. A lotta help you buncha pricks turned out ta be. Fuck you, Reverend Craig. You have no idea how close Wolfsbane an' I are now thanks to my havin' killed ya, which did both the God ya claim ta worship an' the entire fuckin' world a favor. Fuck you, Antonio Capella. Your evil wasn't enough, so ya married a cunt clit like Massima Capella. I'm so far from sorry for fuckin' killin' ya off durin' my redemption crusade. Fuck you, Massima Capella. You're the enemy I'm most proud ta have killed, you bitch-slut-whore-tramp-skank-cunt, and I hope you're in hell eating a puke patty. Thornn an' I love each other more than ever thanks ta your long overdue demise."

She then looked to the sky, right at the full moon, envisioned the appearance of her two creators, Rob Liefeld and Fabian Nicieza. "And now, knowing why I was created, who did it and how they made it happen, even though they could have made it happen in a number of ways, I tell THEM fuck you, too. An' even as I made this now ended intersecting count in every way, an' all is as it is meant ta be, if another one ever happens again an' I meet these two in the flesh? Why, I'll say fuck you ta them in the firmest way possible right before rendin' an' eatin' that flesh, preferably while they're still alive, so I can make 'em suffer an' scream. But for now, this redemption an' tyin' up o' any an' all loose ends can serve as the perfect fuck you ta the dipshit dickhead duo. Fuck you, Liefeld, and fuck you, Nicieza. If I had my choice, I woulda chosen ta be created by anyone but you two prick cunts. An' should Magneto, who once nearly killed off Cable in front o' the rest o' X-Force, an' is the main adversary o' the X-Men, show up anytime? When that happens, I'll tell him fuck you as well. Not to mention one other thing…the good forces of fate have helped me real damn well ta undo all the bad forces o' fate caused ta be shoveled upon me. So ya know what? Fuck you, bad forces o' fate! Fuck you till you're fucked outta existence! That's right! Two simple words to sum up all o' this. FUCK YOU!" She grinned and gave the sky the middle finger, happy to have had the last laugh in the end. Fittingly, she started laughing arrogantly immediately after having done this. Much greatness awaited her in her future, and when she was picked up the next morning by X-Force, it would be the first day of the rest of her life, and she knew it. It was the least damaged and defensive and most accepted and happy Feral had felt in years upon years and she loved the feeling.

THE END

So, a good ending to a good story, would you say? How did you like the whole story in general? And I know this was the longest chapter of the four, but there was a lot to put into it, and I think it was worth the length! Quite the way for it to end, too, I'm wagering! And certainly not for the younger or underaged! Also know that my doing things the way I did in this chapter was both done to tie up all loose ends about Feral in every way and my way of calling Feral's creators and any subsequent writers who made what could have been a super-great character out to be nothing but a mean psycho bitch out on what they did. As well as a way of proving I can write Feral a lot better than they did, a way to appeal to Feral's fans and make them pleased, since I'm one of her fans, and a way of making this story far more than just a dark heroine kills evil Mafia tale. Hope it worked as I intended it to. Please rate and review, everybody?