AN: Here it is - the last chapter. I know it's early, but since I'm busy tomorrow, I might as well post this chapter today, where the 'season finale' also aired today.

/Spoiler alert!/Personally, it seemed like a bust; I was hoping for Eli and Clare to reunite but since they didn't…and with that grad episode, it should be more about the grads instead of anyone else but no one important is rumored in the main plot or subplots, because there are a lot of seniors, and they are underdeveloped. But I loved Maya's part. Well, since she's one of my favorite surreal characters anyway…

Anyway, on to the last chapter. I shouldn't rant about tonight's episode especially since it's a spoiler.

Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi.

In lieu of events, the principal thought it was best to postpone the play since no one's in the mood to watch a staged death happen in front of them after watching Zigmund burn to death. The heinous act makes it on the news, in which I'm not really surprised. The body's still unidentifiable, but both Katie and I know who it is. I can't really speak for her; she knows that I've committed another homicide - which probably makes me a serial killer. No, I'm just eliminating certain people who cross my path. And three people have done it.

She sits by my bed at night, staring at me. "You set it up, didn't you?"

I nod dutifully. "He figured out my secret. It's his fault - he shouldn't have ran away from me and tried to call the cops on me! I would have to go to jail if he does. You don't want me in jail, do you?"

Katie hesitates. "No. But - but you deserve to."

"I know," I shrug. I've never seen so much emotion within my sister - confusion, conflict, anger, shock, sadness. She doesn't know what to do anymore. I know I screwed up, and I should pay for it, but I don't think I will anytime soon. They'd have to catch me first. No one else suspects a thing, and no one would ever will. I just got to keep up my façade of being a pretty face with a killer alter ego. "What did you do to her crown?"

"I gave it back to her parents," she admits, and I feel a tinge of hate for the person sitting in front of me. How dare she give that crown to them? It was mine! "They need something recent to remember her by."

I shrug, acting like I don't care, "it's fine - really. I guess they deserve it more than me."
Katie hears the bullshit in my voice, but says nothing of it. She's surprisingly calm, which almost scares me, but since it's only my sister who wouldn't do anything, the feeling quickly goes away. What can she really do; call the cops on me? She'd have to die trying to get to the phone, just like Zig did.

"Just promise me that this will be your last, okay?" She whispers. "It's bad enough that I have to keep these against my will. I don't want to keep covering for you, but I feel like I have to because I love you. Promise me okay?"

I nod quickly, but she frowns deeply. "Promise me, Maya Matlin."

"I promise," I whisper back, with absolutely no meaning whatsoever (they just have to tend to my needs and wants and we won't have a problem!) and pick up the mug of milk she left out for me. I drink it rather hastily, to get it out if the way. the warmth suddenly makes me very drowsy and my eyes suddenly feel heavy. I try to fight it, but I suddenly close my eyes.

The last thing I hear is a small, tearful 'good night, little sis' before I fall in a deep, dark sleep.

-x-

I wake up slowly, with my eyes burning a little. The blurry, however bright light hinders me, but then it occurs to me - my room is never bright, neither is it that bright in the morning. What's going on? I lift my head up, and vaguely see my parents in an unfamiliar room. Where are my glasses…as soon as I thought of that question, I feel cold hands place my signature glasses on.

Then it occurred to me of the brightness. I'm in a hospital.

"What happened?" I immediately ask them.

My mom suddenly bursts into tears and holds my hand. Since her multiple sclerosis left her disabled, holding my hand for now is the only way she can give me a hug. "Mom, dad, what's going on? Why am I in the hospital?"

"We found your sister on the floor in her room, with one of your father's guns in her hand," Mom tries to explain, but she breaks down before continuing, so my father picks it up. "She shot herself by putting the gun in her mouth…we tried to wake you up as well so we can rush Katie to the hospital but you wouldn't wake up. We realized that your sister tried to kill you with sleeping pills when we found the pills on your bedside."

I knew it. One sleeping pill would not have made me fall asleep so quickly and so dangerously. "But why?" I feign innocence; I know the real reason why she did what she did. She felt the need to eliminate me, as well as herself. She tried to kill me so I would stop killing others, and she killed herself to get away from the guilt of keeping those secrets.

"I don't know, but I'm happy you're okay!" My father tearfully and guiltily grins. "She didn't make it."

Although it's a heart wrenching moment, I feel absolutely nothing. I'm emotionless; I still can't believe she tried to kill her own sister, and get away with it. She tries so hard, but I'm the last woman standing in the end because instead of shooting me, she shot herself. That's really smart - not! I laugh inwardly; she can rot in hell for all eternity, now that I'm an only child and I can do whatever I want. I can even kill so many people and get away with it, because I killed three people, and destroyed someone's psyche to the brink of insanity.

I have a feeling these three victims won't be my last, unless I get my way all the time until I'm locked up and that officer is injecting heart stopping fluid in my veins. Or if I'm one of the lucky ones, I live past eighty and get a heart attack - but wait, I don't have a heart. Figuratively speaking, I don't. Maybe when someone shoots me, I instead have black liquid oozing out of me instead of red. Hm, seems possible.

My father hugs me closely, while my mom keeps holding my hand. And in that moment, I smirk evilly to myself, with the satisfaction that I can leave here with the confidence to continue what I do.

Being a bad seed.