Author's note: This shall be the last chapter before the epilogue, and the killer will thus be revealed. I have decided that for suspense's sake, Inspector Guffaw shall be the narrator. Interesting as your ideas are, Inspector Guffaw or any of the police force is NOT the one. They only just arrived… This is going to be a short chapter based on all that has happened so far, so it may be a little boring. However, the epilogue is going to be more exciting than this.

Day 5- Guffaw

This was most distressing. Even with me, a representative of the law, around, the murderer still had the audacity to commit crimes right under my nose! In order to prevent things from taking an even more unpleasant turn than the current state of affairs and hence rescue myself from the chief inspector's wrath, I decided to lock the two people left- Kiki the Glameow and Piku the Pikachu- in a room stationed by my men. One of them had to be the perpetrator, and I did not want him or her to escape scot-free.

I re-read the observations that I had made upon entering this island resort. The assortment of guests had been strange from the start.

The first victim, if I was not wrong, was the strangest of them all. He was a curious scarred Charmander with a bitter personality. According to the diary that one of my constables found, he had mentioned finding a friend of his foe- if there was such an expression. Which of them could have known the Blastoise? Another question was, was the Blastoise good or bad in the first place? Daemon's account of the story seemed to suggest that Blastoise was cruel and ruthless, but he apparently sacrificed himself for this island. Somebody was obviously biased, maybe both sides were.

The second victim was Niryu, an elusive and intellectual Raichu. From my investigations into her past, she had been a wanderer. Ever since her mother died, she had roughed out vast terrain, helped many folk and made a name for herself out there. Kiki reported, after some interrogation, that Niryu had told her that she had discovered something missing from the crime scene- Daemon's room. What was it that I myself had missed? Niryu had sharpened senses from her constant travels, and she must have picked up things even the police force was not familiar with.

The third victim, Emma, was the one that stumped me most. From what I made out, she was mildly stupid, caring, talkative perhaps but otherwise a delight to be with. She was unlikely to have enemies that would desire her death. The only motive I made out for her tragedy was the fact that she had been reading Daemon's diary. She might have figured out who was the person he meant, and taken matters into her own hands.

The last victim, Wildheart, certainly made me quite sorry. I had thought of a clue yesterday, but it was still a riddle to me. I was in Daemon's room, and was pondering over how the deed must have been done, when suddenly this thought came to me that the whole affair seemed like a play, a skit. The dead body lying in that position, stuff scattered about. Superficially, it seemed like a struggle had taken place, but if one looked in on the matter, it was simply too forced. I had suggested it to Wildheart, he being the best in riddles, and Wildheart was just going to tell me his inspiration when disaster struck.

As for the survivors, Kiki seemed to me as unlikely as Piku. The former belonged to an upper-class society, shunned and banished through poverty (a bit poetic here, I concede. I had been reading Shakespeare, you see, and trying to mimic a bit of his language). She may have gotten to know Blastoise, but the chances were slim.

Piku admitted that he had known Niryu prior to this meeting. It might not mean much, but it was something to go upon. He was a mystical character, this Piku. Nice and cheerful on the outside, but who knows what goes on in his mind on the inside? A sneaking serial killer might be lurking in the recesses of his mind, murdering outside reason whatsoever…

A cry broke my thoughts. It was a sergeant. "Er…inspector?" he hesitated. I gave him a sharp stare. "Is something wrong?" "Yes," the sergeant said, relieved that I had started the conversation for him. "It's Piku…and Kiki…you know, the living ones." "Just say it!" I barked, fearing the worst.

The worst did come. "It's the Glameow. She suddenly turned mad and began clubbing everybody with the bat one of the policemen was holding. Then she escaped in our motorboat. When we came to our senses, the Pikachu was bleeding badly, and died shortly after out of lack of blood."

Author's note: Really sudden, I know. However, I will explain clearly Kiki's odd behaviour and how she turned out to be the murderer after all, in the epilogue. No more voting, of course, but if anyone wants a second version of this tale, you may submit your nominations and if there are enough I will start a new one. The new version promises to be more thrilling than the first, with numerous plot twists and clues that may not lead anywhere at all. Anyway, PM me your character whenever you want.