A/N: Hey! I'm FINALLY back! How's everyone? Did you have a nice April's Fools? XP I sure had fun tricking the teachers at school! ((: Anyway... hope you all still stuck around to read this epilogue... And I hope this will clear any remaining questions up, and not to confuse more! InfinityEstel: Here's the very last portion of this story... Hope you enjoy it like you did in the previous parts. :) hater: I'm sorry to hear about that, but this is merely a fictional story. I didn't intend to hurt anyone's feelings. Sorry.

Oh yes, I've just begun to write the sequel already. It's titled Twisted, so I hope you all will read and enjoy that one too. I'll post it in a week's time. That's a promise. ((:

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Epilogue

Where was she? This cloudy, no misty, place… is this what people call Heaven? Was she going to see the gods? Then she would have nothing to fear, would she? She couldn't be banished to hell. After all, she did not kill Wallace; he's still alive.

She treaded slowly, looking around. She felt the presence of someone, yet there was no one. It was weird, now that she thought of it. She's not dead… why would she be in Heaven? Reaching up, she touched her cheek and pinched it hard. Funny… it didn't hurt. It was as though every single part of her body had gone numb. This must be a dream. A dream, yet so real.

Then she felt it again. The presence; so far, yet so near. She whirled around, thinking that someone was behind her, but again no one was. Shivers ran down her spine, and she rubbed her arms subconsciously. Either it was that the temperature had dropped – which was true – or that she finally had the fear gene.

"Mabel…" Someone was calling her. She spun on her heels instantaneously, and was greeted by a figure bathed in white light.

"Who's there?" She demanded, a hint of fear creeping into her voice.

"It's me, Mabel. Daphne. Don't you recgonise me anymore?" She heard the voice once again, as the white light started to vanish and the figure slowly became visible to her eyes.

"Daphne? B- But how can it be? You're supposed to be dead!" She sputtered, then realized that she was in a dream.

"Yes, I'm dead. But this is in your dream." Daphne explained, then added hastily. "Mabel, I have something to tell you."

"Yes, and I have something to tell you too, Daphne, but let them wait, please? I've not seen you for ages now… a total of what, seven years? I miss you so much…" Tears started trickling down Mabel's face as she allowed herself to be embraced by Daphne.

"Shh… I missed you too, Mabel. But I've been watching you from up here, protecting you." Daphne cooed, softening when she saw her younger cousin's tears and reconsidered about telling her what she wanted her to know.

"Really?" The young girl looked up ,tears glistening.

"Why, of course…" Daphne forced a smile. Forget it, she has got to tell her cousin about her death anyway. "But Mabel, I really need to tell you something. About how I died."

She swallowed, waiting for Mabel's reactions, but she was only answered with a moment of silence. She continued waiting.

Then the young girl sniffled. "I'm listening." She whispered.

"Okay." Daphne breathed a deep breath. "Mabel, I saw everything that happened today. I know what happened, and I just want to say that Ian is right."

Immediately the girl pulled away from her, eyes flashing. "And are you trying to insinuate that I am wrong then?" She accused.

"No! That was not what I meant!" Daphne tried to explain frantically. "I just wanted to say that, well, it's true that I died during childbirth. Ian would never hurt me, much less kill me, you must know that."

Mabel was silent, perhaps searching for a response. She was utterly confused. Wasn't Ian the one who caused Daphne's death? How had she gotten her information wrong? What was happening? Things were going terribly wrong!

"So," she asked quietly, "do you mean to say that I landed up in a stupid jail cell for nothing?"

"Well, yes. I guess you- "

"That I wounded your 'to-die-for' husband for nothing too?"

"Uh, yes, but- "

"And that it is not Ian, but Rylan, who caused your death?"

"No, not- "

"No?"

"Okay, so, well, maybe. You could put it that way but- "

"Thanks. That's all I have, and need, to hear." Mabel interrupted with no expression. Then she turned to leave.

"Wait, Mabel, wait!" The girl, in respect, halted in her footsteps.

"I just want you to know that, no matter what wrong you have committed, as long as you repent, I will not turn against you. I will continue to love you…" she swallowed, "my dear cousin."

Without answering, Mabel picked up her pace again, not turning around. She wanted to get out of that place quickly. She had heard enough, but not one more sentence from Daphne.

"Please, do not do any more wrong."


He sighed as he walked down the stairs, carrying the tray. The keys hung on his belt jingled every step he took. It was his turn again, and he dreaded it. After all, who wouldn't? This duty was hated by every other warden he knew.

He rounded the corner and stopped by the main table. He had to clock in first.

The warden sitting behind the table smirked. "Why, your time for the 'Dog-Feed' again, eh? I could have sworn I last saw you yesterday!" The 'Dog-Feed' was a name given by, who else, but the wardens.

"Yeah," the man replied. "Johnson wasn't here yesterday and I had to cover for him. Today's my turn."

"Ah. Pity you. Good luck anyway, Keppel. Have fun!" The warden yelled after Keppel, and chuckled.

Keppel strode down the narrow aisle quickly. He decided the faster he did this, the less 'torturous' this would be. He neared the first cell, and stopped immediately. He was not prepared for what he saw.

The cell door was ajar, and in it was empty. The lock had been tampered with. He was speechless. But before he had a chance to do anything, he felt a hard 'thump' on his head, and black spots swam before him. Within seconds the tray in his hands clattered to the floor and he did too, though making less noise than the tray did.

Seconds before he blacked out, he managed to catch sight of the name of the escaped occupant that was printed on the cell door. Well, almost though. He wasn't sure if it was Madelyn Burner or something else, but he was certain he did get some of the alphabets right.

Then he lost consciousness.

End

Just wanna thank all of you again for supporting me throughout this story!