Playing with the Dead

A fan fiction by Kate-chan 91

Disclaimer: I only own the rights to an 11-year-old half French and part Japanese schoolgirl and her friends, a fox-puppet-human-demon-dog hybrid and a group that is looking for a girl and a slice of pizza. As a result, there's no way in Sam Hill that I am an incarnation of Butch Hartman.

Kate-chan 91's tidbits (A/N): Wah... This is it. Enjoy the epilogue, everyone.

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Part Four

Epilogue: The Aftermath

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"The second angel poured his bowl into the sea, and it became like the blood of a dead man." -Apocalypse

Officer Herb Broussard stared at the house with a worried look on his face. He didn't know what was in store for him, but he had to- just had to- know what had happened to her. The only barrier between him and that knowledge was that ho use, and he, ironically, did not want to go in. But alas, he was having nightmares not knowing what happened afterward, so with that same worried look on his face he shuffled in.

Some searching around the rooms had Broussard find the very person he was looking for.

"There you are! I was expecting you, Officer! Come, have a seat and relax!" Hadara Lupe called to him as she was sitting in the very back of the room.

As soon as Broussard situated himself into the wooden chair, cold and solid-formed, a small conversation occured between the psychic and the police officer.

Broussard started with, "You do remember my appointment, right?"

"Of course I do, you want to know what happened to your ex-wife after she commited suicide. What was her name again?"

"Mary-Lynn Keith..."

"Oh. now I remember! She was the detective that accompanied us and a couple of other people when we were trying to contact that Danny Fenton kid!"

"You actually remember that?" Broussard asked in a slightly irritated voice.

Hadara's reply was one that was somewhat off-topic. "Officer, we can talk about this another day! Don't you want to know what happened to your ex-wife or not?"

"Oh- Yes! Yes! Let's get this over with once and for all!"

And with that, the duo's seance began. After a couple of minutes, they contacted what they believed was the spirit of the late Detective Mary-Lynn Keith.

"She seems very sad and worried... I can feel it..." Hadara said with tears brimming as she used the ouija board.

"Where is she?" Broussard asked the psychic; she immediately followed with asking the question letter by letter on the ouija board.

"Well... ?" Broussard questioned in a slightly annoyed voice a few minutes later.

Hadara held her tongue for a few minutes with a face that read How am I going to say this? "She's not in Hell, she was apparently too good for that..."

"She's in Heaven?"

"No..."

"THEN WHERE IS SHE?"

Hadara couldn't bear herself to answer the question. According to Keith's one-worded answers, she wasn't in Hell or Heaven, and there was only one place in-between...

THE END

A/N: I've finally completed writing one of my favorite self-written fanfictions. It was really fun writing this story and many events, be they good, bad or ugly has happened to me and the world.

Unfortunately, though, there will be no sequel to this as it would most likely be the same. As a result, it could be extremely boring to you the readers if I would do that, and it's not in me to write unnessesary sequels.

Either way, I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it, and have an extraordinary day. I will miss y'all whether you reviewed or not.

Ja Ne!

Kate-chan 91