Song- The Muzzle of Nemesis

Characters-May, Maxie, Courtney(ish), Steven (mentioned)

Interactions-Same platonic interaction between Maxie and Courtney as last time, also heavily implied Steven/May

Warnings- As with all the songs in this series, expect death

Last song in this mini-series, we finish on wrath!

As with the previous song (as these two overlap and take place at nearly the same time), there's some father/daughter shenanigans going on, this time including May as well (It's maybe not too out of place seeing how much Archie/Maxie start to act like weird uncles or something by the end of the games anyway)

In previous stories, I've often avoided referencing the player character in definite terms: most of the time I want to build the idea of a character who could be anyone's character, from their own playthroughs, or even the reader themselves. Although I haven't finished the stories for those songs yet, this will apply even to songs where the player plays a major part. But not this one. I felt there needed to be more women, so I made this one about May specifically.

There's maybe some artistic licence taken again, especially in relation to the order in which information is revealed. I also don't know how much of this Nemesis is actually supposed to even know.

Also, we're assuming here that May is the same age Nemesis is meant to be at this point (which is around 18-19)

It's also my birthday (at least, it's still my Birthday in America (Nov.7th)), which is why the series is ending today.

So in addition, happy birthday to my brother Thamstras, and my friend sketchygryphon, whose birthday it is in the rest of the world right now (Nov.8th)

The girl broke into the blazing house with ease. Making her way through to the study, she stared the evil man down calmly, taking out a pistol and pointing it in his direction.

She knew this man well. He had played and deceived others for his own personal gain. He had corrupted justice, and sent innocent people to their deaths. She knew all about this, having seen it all first-hand.

She knew that this was the man who had convicted that blue-haired soldier of a false murder in order to confiscate the sword that was his family heirloom. She knew not why he had wanted such a weapon, but she did appreciate the cost it carried.

After he had escaped from that fate, she had met that man, and an unlikely romance had blossomed. She should have known that that would always end badly. Yet still she tried to follow him into death when she was finally forced to assassinate him. Unable to die, she'd chosen instead to take revenge.

Now the man would pay for all those whose lives he had ruined. It was truly over now; he could either be shot by her where he stood, or else fall into the rising flames and burn. She remained ambiguous to either method, only wanting him gone.

As she stood her ground, the girl decided to give the man at least one chance to atone, not feeling content to simply kill him immediately. It was this that caused her to step forwards and make her request.

"Part with your fortune! Return it to those you stole everything from, and I'll let you live."

The man's face was blank as he strode towards her, leaving her unsure as to how he would respond.

"I will never give my fortune to you!" He answered, smiling.

The brunette girl jumped back, readying her gun once again.

"Then it can't be helped." She surmised. "A pathetic figure like you, consumed with your own greed… No wonder wrath rains upon you."

The corrupt judge only continued to smile at her, seemingly not caring for his fate.

It only conjured up all the hatred the girl had for this man. This man who had stolen all he pleased, who had coerced her into killing, who had made her kill her love. The man whose face she had not even known for most of her life.

Learning that he was her father had made her feel sick. After her mother had left, and she had been abandoned alone, to learn the truth had come as a heavy blow.

He only continued to hold that pink-haired doll protectively, and she pitied his madness. That he could honestly mistake an inanimate object for her half-sister; sanity had clearly escaped him long ago.

It had been five years since that boat had sunk, carrying her body to the depths of the ocean! She had stood there and watched, uncaring for the fate of those aboard. And that had been the end of it. He had only one daughter!

She seethed, wondering how even now he could continue to focus on that dead girl instead of her. Not that she wanted to be related to such scum. She didn't even know why she cared for his attention anyway; he'd die whether or not he regarded her.

It was a mystery to her how her mother could ever have loved such a man. That still didn't change the fact that it was all going to be over.

She would end his life, and with it this whole charade. Pressing the gun against his head, she said her final words.

"Let's bring this all to an end… Farewell father."

His smile faltered only a second before she pulled the trigger.