Author's note: I know, all you readers have to be waiting a good long time for the final chapter of this story. I had wanted it to be finished yesterday, but I had make-up lessons- you do know how awfully long make-up lessons can drag to, right? So, let us get down to it!

Epilogue-Kiki

I ran, huffing and puffing, towards the harbour, the police hot on my trails. It was not long before they started gaining on me- the upper class life I led before had radically reduced my running power. If only I had been more hardworking with the treadmill in my ex-trainer's gymnasium when I had the chance!

I used up all the energy in my body that I could ever muster and made an insane dash for the police speedboats anchored at the bay. If I could jump onto one of them, I had a better chance of escaping. Heart thumping in my chest, I hopped onto the nearest boat, whacked a few policemen hard with my club, and made off for the horizon.

That was when I started encountering trouble controlling the ruddy vessel, pardoning my language. I did not have much experience with motorboats, preferring the luxury cruise myself, but with a little deep thinking, I managed to figure out the purposes of many of the buttons and levers, the remaining ones preferring not to touch. That was how I manoeuvred the craft successfully after a few hours. Very good, do you not think so, considering how sailors had to take many courses before they could officially sail?

Now that the journey was considerably smoother, I thought a bit about my reckless behaviour back on the island just now. It was very unladylike, I knew, although few killings had ever been ladylike in history, and I was very apologetic about having to murder Piku. He had been a nice enough guy, not getting in my way and interfering like Niryu had, or Wildheart. Still, he was bound to suspect me sooner or later, seeing as only one of us could have done it and we both knew it was not he. He would then think about our past experiences and may suddenly touch on some clue or suspicious behaviour I was exhibiting shortly before a particular body was discovered or something to that effect, and report it to that stupid Guffaw person, and I would be doomed. So it was safer to do him in first, right?

Not that I believe I was acting in any strange or suspicious manner then. Being the pet of a star gives you these benefits. Although my trainer was essentially a singer, she was a great actress too, and I did learn some tips from her before she cruelly banished me away. I would never forget that instant when she told me in her own words, "I can't care for you anymore…"

I was devastated. I had nowhere to go. From the time I was 3 months old, I had been with her, travelling about and enjoying the luxurious life, and now she was trying to persuade me that my life would be better in the outside, where I knew nobody and was bound to die somewhere, lonely and penniless?

Thankfully, I did not die. I was wandering on the streets for only 2 days when a Blastoise saved me. He was training with his trainer when he saw me shivering and starving. He convinced his trainer to capture me and provide for me, and I was quite grateful to him. That was when we fell in love.

A couple of weeks later, there was a schism among members of the trainer's party. Blastoise ended up accidentally killing a Charizard. His trainer was unfazed by the conflict. In fact, sometimes I think he enjoyed watching his Pokemon fighting… Anyway, I became an outcast again, somehow. The Blastoise told me that he had been trying to coax his trainer to keep me, but the latter refused. He disliked me. That was the last time Blastoise and I ever met. I returned to the streets, only to befriend Emma, and I thought maybe I would live peacefully at last…

A month later, I met a Houndoom that had belonged in the party too. He said that Blastoise had died from rescuing an island from a flood. I cried for a week, pining for my dear departed lover. That was what gave me the notion to go to the island. Emma did not know a thing, the darling fool, so everything was safe, at least temporarily.

The only mistake I ever made was to murder Daemon, really. I identified him instantly as the opposite side of the schism in the past, the son of the dead Charizard. I felt that he somehow had a part to play in Blastoise's demise. I admit, I had been in a pretty depressed, paranoid mood at the time. So I flirted a little and it took little effort to make the daft thing fall for me. He was completely under my control. I killed him shortly after lunch, and then cleared my name by recording the sound of his dying shriek and arranging for Emma to hear it when I had an alibi- at bath time. I trusted on Emma's sharp ears for that one. I even went to the trouble of making it appear like a struggle had taken place before Daemon had died. That went off well. I thought it would end like that. It would be said that gangsters bumped him off and suspicion would never fall on me, Blastoise would be avenged and everyone would live their lives as per normal.

Unlucky for me, I could not go home and Emma had become obsessed with a suspicious book she seemed to have picked up from the crime scene. The major breaking point was when Niryu unwittingly revealed to me her suspicions. I realised at once that she was a very shrewd person indeed, and shrewd people had to be gotten rid of. The supposed "missing thing" she mentioned was the fact that the lock on Daemon's door had not been forced as thugs would have done, so it showed that Daemon willingly opened the door to let his killer in. It was a minor point, but dangerous for me. That murder led to more murders, including poor Emma.

I knew she must be murdered sooner or later. The book belonged to Daemon all right. Still, I tried to prolong it as much as possible. Perhaps she could not figure out what Daemon meant. Perhaps Daemon did not write anything discriminatory in his diary. Perhaps… All of them were fibs. She was getting more and more dangerous by the day. So I plucked up courage and did it.

I liked putting those red herrings to throw me off suspicion. First was the warning note to me. The second was the contraption to shoot Wildheart/Piku. I knew from the start it would never work. It was too elaborate. Still, that was a touch of genius and it helped clear me of blame for a while. I arranged them to take place on the day of Emma's death, to make it seem more special somehow. That was to make up to her. I never did want to kill her. I even went out of my way to be nice to her on that day. I hope she would understand, even now.

The sun was setting soon. I anchored my boat to a quay and raced into the city centre. I knew by experience that the police would find it hard to locate me there. It would be 2 or 3 days by the time they found me. By then, all they would see would be just a lifeless corpse, and my soul linked with Blastoise's in Heaven…

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