I'm such an impatient person... I planned to update before I headed off to All-State Choir, but I couldn't wait. So here it is, the final chapter! Please excuse the crappy ending. I had no idea how to end it. Again, I don't own the characters, the plot, or the names of the chapters. Characters belong to Atsushi Okubo, plot belongs to JB Kohl, and names of the chapters belong to the respective artists of those songs. I altered the plot slightly, so if you liked this story a lot, check out JB Kohl's original, The Deputy's Widow. Thanks for sticking with me on this fic, and please review!

Soul walked to his apartment to find Harvar de Eclair nervously knocking at the door. "Evans! Please be here!"

"I'm here," Soul answered, making Harvar jump. "What are you doing here?"

"My life's in danger, Detective," he answered. "I'm next... I know it..."

"Is there a reason you're being targeted?"

Harvar swallowed hard. "I'll... I'll tell you about Maka..." He fidgeted with his hands. "Just not here."

Soul sighed and unlocked the apartment door. Harvar rushed into he apartment like it was his sanctuary. Throwing his keys on the kitchen counter, the detective turned to his guest. "Tell me everything," he demanded.

"She... was so shy and beautiful in high school... Kid fell for her... All he wanted was at least one date with her..." Harvar pinched the bridge of his nose. "He told us he planned on catching her on her way home from school to confess to her. That was all, just confess." he swallowed again. "But Kilik, Ox, and I had crushes on her, too... We just all wanted the chance to say we courted her..."

"Go on," Soul insisted, his jaw tightening.

"So the day comes, and we all kinda hid out while we waited for her. When we saw her, we all stepped out at once. Guess we all wanted to tell her at the same time..."

"You scared her," Soul hissed.

Harvar nodded. "We didn't mean to. She didn't scream or anything. Just started running. Kid started chasing after her, begging her to stop. Then, we started running, too. And she was so scared..." He wiped a hand over his face. "Kid finally caught her, but she fell..."

"What happened?" Soul asked. He knew the answer by now, but he needed to hear it.

"Well... When she fell, her skirt caught on a stump or something... Her skirt ripped way up her leg..." Harvar started to get choked up. "We were young and stupid... Kilik leaned down to kiss her... Ox and I held her down and Kilik climbed on top of her... Kid shoved me and said we were scaring her. So... Ox hit him over the head with a rock. Kid fell over... and we lost our minds..." He was now crying.

"Then what?" Soul growled.

Harvar covered his face with his hands. "We didn't mean it!" he sobbed.

"Then what?" Soul yelled at him.

Sniffling, Harvar answered, "Ox and I held her down, and Kilik unbuttoned his pants and he... he..."

"You fucking bastards," Soul said.

"There was blood... 'cause she was a virgin. It didn't take Kilik long. Then... we all had a go..."

"You all raped her."

Harvar nodded. "Spirit threatened us to never talk about it. He never had to. We were so ashamed of ourselves..." He sniffled again. "Kid was a good kid. He didn't mean for it to happen. But now everyone involved in all that is dying one by one!"

Soul sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "You have nothing to worry about. I know who the murderer is..."

…

Soul waited outside the asylum. Black Star would be coming soon to arrest Kid's murderer. Soul had explained everything to the man. Now all he had to do was wait. But he wanted to talk to Maka about Kami. Did she know that she was Kami? The detective walked into the building to confront the widow.

The parlor was empty, just like the rest of the building. Except Maka. "Where is everyone?" Soul wondered to himself.

She stared out the window facing away from Soul. She heard him come in but didn't move. "So... now you know..."

"Know what?" he asked, noticing a stack of envelopes in her left hand.

"That I'm crazy... That there are two vastly different women living in my head..." she laughed slightly. "I guess my wish came true... I wanted to be a different woman..."

"Maka... how did Kid die?"

"You tell me, Soul..." She threw the envelopes to him. "You seem to have all the answers."

"Tell me how you killed Kid," he demanded, picking up some of the letters.

She laughed again. "I told you, you tell me."

Kami loved Kid. Wanted to build a future with him. Her letters now in him hands confirmed it. But Maka believed he'd participated in her raped and wanted him dead.

"You never wanted to marry him. Revenge was the only thing on your mind. But Kami love him. I know what happened to you, Maka. What those boys did to you. Kid was sorry. Kami forgave him."

"Shut up..." she whispered, voice beginning to crack.

"How did you get Kid to let you tie the bedsheets around his neck? Did you act like Kami? 'Let's play a game, Kid.' Is that how it happened? Must have scared him when the knot got tighter. That's when he fought back, right?"

"Shut up," Maka said more forcefully.

"But you didn't stop there. You wanted his friends to pay. Your father, too. But Kid didn't let you down. His friends did. Ox Ford knocked him out and left him alone and bleeding... just like you."

"Shut up!" Maka shrieked, slamming her right hand against the window. Bloody fingerprints smeared the glass. It was then that Soul noticed a kitchen knife lying on a chair, covered in blood. Maka turned to him, blood splattered on her face ans clothes. She walked towards the knife and started speaking again. "Whether he actually raped me or not is irrelevant. He planned it. And if he didn't, he didn't bother to stop his friends. He's just as guilty as they are.

As her hands grasped the handle of the knife, Soul stepped back. Kami was not there. Only Maka. "Where the hell are all the staff?" he thought. Another step back had him standing in a slowly forming puddle. The substance was red. There was his answer.

"He was behind it all. And he had the audacity to say he loved me? Hah!" she laughed. "And my dear father! He hid the whole thing and didn't punish them! Not only that, but he allowed the one behind it all to marry me!" She began walking towards Soul. Where the hell was Black Star? "I'll admit it. Before I was raped, I loved Kid. But I was too shy to tell him. Kami must have continued to love him. But I wanted to see them hurt. They hurt me, so why should they escape unscathed? They all pretended to care about me! They never cared!"

She was now only inches away from him. "They didn't mean to, Maka. If they could, they'd take it all back," Soul explained.

"See? Eve you're caught up in their lies!" She laughed again. "But even you refused to help me. I only asked one thing of you... I guess that was too difficult for you..."

"You're beyond help," Soul replied, motion towards the blood on the floor.

Hatred smoldered in her beautiful green eyes. "You know what, Detective?" She held up the knife. "GO TO HELL!"

The knife lodged itself in his chest. Falling to his knees, Soul could hear police officers finally enter the building. A shot was fired. Maka fell to the floor, the puddle of blood darkening her blonde hair.

His surroundings began to lose their focus. Voices, hurried and frightened voices, blended together. His thoughts drifted to Tsubaki. She'd always stroke his hair when he was sick. He could feel her touch.

Opening his eyes, he could see Maka shutter with her last breath. He'd follow her shortly, he was certain of it. Black Star's face entered his field of vision. His pleas of "Don't die, Evans!" fell on dead ears. Black Star looked away sadly and closed the detective's eyes.