The return of the warmth of the spring back into the city brought a long needed revival to the town. The long missed color green accompanied by the warm rays of the sun were a welcomed change to the usually clouded sky. Finally the first trees began to open their buds gently and even the first flowers showed their splendor to the outer world.
Some people would be happy by seeing those outbursts of spring but for Scratch they had a bitterer aftertaste. The only thing he connected with flowers were funerals and graveyards. The only reason for him to hold a bouquet of flowers in his hand was to lay them onto a casket or on the soil in front of a tombstone. Also this time flowers didn´t make him change the way he saw them.
"For one of the last saints" he said laying down a bouquet of chamomiles in front of a tombstone. "Sleep well, Nefarius, my old friend. I hope that the afterlife is like you imagined… or even better."
"We have to go Dudley." Kitty called from behind, in her voice lay something urging what came from the fact that they didn´t have much time left.
Scratch´s day parole would end in a few hours and then he had to return behind barred windows again, and they still had a meeting.
"I´m on my way." said Scratch, nodded a last time towards the grave and then walked to Kitty. Even though it couldn´t be called walking what he did.
It was more a permanent attempt not to fall because of the footcuffs he had to wear. These and the handcuffs and being permanently accompanied by a T.U.F.F. agent were the restriction which made this day parole possible.
But even though he wore more metal than cloth, Scratch enjoyed being outside the jail for the first time since more than three weeks. He couldn´t say that this time has rushed by, no it more passed by in snail speed. The prison routine was everything but interesting, at least he had some time to read.
The other prisoners didn´t really want to speak to him. They all were too scared of the legendary Scratch and some of them, especially the ones he had chased as he was a T.U.F.F. agent, were shocked that Scratch was actually Dudley Puppy. That was also something he was kind of upset about.
His cover was blown. As soon as his trial started and the media realized that his story is excellent for their pulpy magazines, everyone knew about it. They somehow were able to realize that he was Scratch… or maybe someone talked. In his trial, the name Scratch was never mentioned. He was always addressed as Mr. Puppy.
It felt pretty odd for him, the last one who called him Mr. Puppy was, if he remembered correctly, Young. The trial itself worked well for him. The court couldn´t find evidences for the murder of the three conspirators he actually murdered. Also the thing with the FBI man was pretty hard for them to prove. Seneca must have covered the evidences somehow. Scratch had no idea, but he really wanted to know the solution for this puzzle.
What kept him in jail was the escape from the T.U.F.F. building and the violence against Keswick. But Scratch´s lawyer already told him that with a bit luck, and a few lawyer tricks, he wouldn´t have to stay longer than 8 months in prison. Time he could use not only to read. He would ask Kitty, who visited him regularly now, to get him a few documents with which he could guaranteed find the name of 'the voice'. And then he could end this once and for all.
During this time, Seneca and Parva had to work without him. But he wasn´t worried about them. The lion was skilled enough to handle most situations and to take care of the newbie. Parva concentrated on her school career again and had moderate success with that. She was still the best in her class but just because the rest of her class was dumb as molding bread.
She would make it, Scratch was sure about that. If she can´t do it no one can do it, that was also what he said to her as she had visited him. Questions concerning her and Rick she answered with great reticence. She didn´t know if there was a future for them. Too much was broken. But a small part in Parva was still hoping that after some time they would find their ways into each other´s arms again.
He hadn´t heard much of his brother. After Stan has been released from the hospital he disappeared. Scratch assumed that he returned home to his daughter to do what he should, being a father for her instead of risking his life in a business he was just to unskilled to survive in it long. It was surprising that he survived until now in it. But maybe Stan was just lucky.
Scratch received a message from Ronald recently. The cuckoo was actually the reason, how Scratch found out, why he could effort such a good lawyer. The bird paid for it. In his messaged he explained that with the words "I don´t invest in your crusade for vengeance but I invest in your attempt to get your neck out of the noose." This nice gesture of Ronald brought a smile on his face.
It was a good idea to let the bird live after all. He maybe was broke now, but he still had rich friends.
Also about the deal with Richard, Scratch had thought a lot. He came to the conclusion that it was the best decision. In the end, it was just money. People get too upset about money anyway.
Giving away a huge amount of money for a person that is really important to him was the best he could have done, even though it didn´t look like that at first.
"Kitty, can´t you unchain me?" Scratch begged as he got into the car with her. "I promise not to run away."
"No chance Dudley." Kitty replied. "It was hard enough to get this parole day for you. These are the restrictions and you have to accept them."
"Well… can you at least put them of when we are on the plane? I mean you don´t get invited by the governor every day. I want to be able to shake hands with the man without hearing the clank of chains."
"I´ll think about that." Smiled Kitty.
It was strange for Scratch but a few days after his trail started the new governor asked him for a meeting on his private jet as soon as he would get a free day. The interest of the governor for Scratch didn´t came from anywhere.
It was no one else than the former city council Peterson who somehow got wind from the fact that Scratch saved his life by hindering his brother to kill him. The man was so thankful for that, that he wanted to meet his life savior in person to thank him. Scratch expected much to not much from this meeting.
Either he could persuade to the governor and make him annul the coming sentence or he would drink with a politic champagne high above the clouds. Both things sound good, so this was actually some kind of win-win situation.
"Well… how is prison?" Kitty asked after a few kilometers full of silence.
"Oh, could be worse. I can read pretty much and the villains don´t dare to lay hands on me. So actually quite nice."
"So? What are you reading, by the way?"
"Right now?" Scratch thought for a second. "The divine comedy by Dante. Quite amusing."
"The divine comedy?" Kitty probed surprised. "When have you started to read such stuff."
"After I learned Latin, I think."
"And you also do something else than reading there?"
"Well" Scratch tapped pensively against his lower lip. "Yesterday I had a pretty long conversation with Birdbrain and Madam Catastrophe. Did you know that they are a couple now?"
"Those two?" Kitty was so amazed that she almost steered the car into the oncoming traffic.
"Yes! I was also surprised." Laughed Scratch. "Catastrophe explained it to me. She said that, against what everyone expects, Rabbis and she are really just friends and partners in crime. And that this between her and Birdbrain just happened during a while they have tried to steal the same jewel. They both got caught and…"
"I know I know…" meant Kitty slightly disgusted. "I arrested them but I had never thought that this would lead to… that."
"That aren´t the only news from them… she´s pregnant."
"What?!" Kitty stepped in surprise so hard on the brakes that Scratch would have flown through the windshield he hadn´t worn his seatbelt.
"Hey stay cool." meant Scratch partly coughing because the seatbelt had chocked him and partly laughing. "That was just a joke, Kitty."
"Oh come on, Dudley!" breathed Kitty out released. "Don´t scare me!"
"Sorry, I couldn´t resist." giggled the dog mischievously.
"Yeah… I made it too easy for you." grumbled Kitty.
"You were kind of an easy target right now, that´s true." Admitted Scratch smiling. "But speaking about easy targets. How´s Keswick doing?"
"He is still very very… very pissed." She sighed. "He still hates you. With all his heart. And to quote him: 'If I get the chance to get Dudley into my paws I will let him pay for all of this!'."
"Yep… Keswick was always kind of a sore loser. Just remember the times we played Jenga with him."
"The time when he threw the blocks at us or the time he sat the tower on fire?" smirked Kitty.
"Why choosing? Both events… All times we played any kind of boardgame with Keswick went like that. The snakes and ladders incident the monopoly accident…" Scratch shook his head amused by all these memories. "You know what? One day I really liked to do a board game party with you and Keswick."
"Well, this will definitely never happen. I´ve never seen Keswick act like this. He´s so full of hate and all this is pinned on you. I think you destroyed too much there. You burnt all the bridges."
"Maybe." said Scratch. "But I think bridges can also be built not just burnt."
"Not all bridges Dudley." Frowned Kitty and parked the car. They had finally arrived on the little airport near Petropolis, where the private hangar was in which Peterson´s yet was parked.
"What do you mean?" Scratch took his seat belt off and got of the car together with Kitty.
"You said to me…" Kitty walked to the hood of the T.U.F.F. mobile and looked over it directly into Scratch´s eyes. "…that you hope that we can one day look into each other´s eyes without this spark of hate glimmering in them. Well, look into my eyes. Do you see hate there? Or the wish to destroy you?"
"No." said Scratch. "No more."
"Right. But this won´t go any further. We will not become friends again Dudley and definitely no couple. I will help you to get 'the voice', we will talk with each, we will laugh with each other from time to time but that´s all. There will be never anything more than that. This is our status quo."
It was odd but that didn´t make Scratch sad. On a contrary, he was also a bit glad to hear those words. These words were actually more than he had ever expected. Of course he would like to go back to the time before things were starting to fall apart but he knew that this wish was utopic.
Status quo was the only thing he could reach between Kitty and him in reality. And he reached it.
"Well, at least we can laugh together." Grinned the dog what made Kitty smile a little. He didn´t know if she smiled because she was glad that he accepted that or simply because what he said amused her. Whatever it was, he enjoyed her soft smile and the kindness in her face.
"Mr. Puppy, Ms. Katswell?" A dog with brownish fur who wore a black suit with white shirt and black tie stepped to them. Friendly smiling he took of his sunglasses revealing a pair of aquamarine blue eyes which perfectly matched with his dark blonde hair which he had combed to the side. He was about 40 years old, maybe younger.
It was actually pretty hard to tell his age just by looking at his face because the dog had somehow managed it to collect during his lifespan nothing more than a few laughter lines which are just visible on closer examination.
"Yes." Said Scratch for them both just to see his hand then caught in a firm handshake.
"Glad to finally meet you Mr. Puppy." Said the man shaking his hand like his life depends on that. "I am Donald Peterson. Thanks for saving my life."
Scratch felt somehow odd hearing those words. This paring of words was one he really didn´t hear so often and when he hears them the he heard the word 'ruining' instead of 'saving'. Odd, as already mention, but somehow a feeling he could get used to.
"You´re welcome Mr. Peterson." He smiled in his unique way. "Recte facti fecisse merces est… Uhm… I mean I´m always glad when I can help."
"That is excellent." Replied the governor with a stentorian laugh. His gaze fell on the chains on Scratch´s hands and feet. "Uhm… Mrs. Katswell?"
"Yes, Mr. Peterson?"
Before he asked the question that was on his mind Peterson shook Kitty´s hand in the same way he did it with Scratch´s before. "First nice to meet you. As I heard you´re doing fantastic work with fighting the crime here in Petropolis and the surrounding area. I still can remember your predecessor, Chief Dumbrowski, and I like to remark quite rightly that you are doing as well as him if not better."
"Thank you." Kitty seemed pretty flattered hearing those compliments. At least that´s what Scratch concluded as he saw the grin Peterson´s words caused.
"You´re welcome. But I´d like to ask you if you could do me a favor. Could you please unchain Mr. Puppy? I don´t think that he is about to run away as soon as we take his chains of. Isn´t that so, Mr. Puppy?"
"Of course not." Smiled Scratch.
"You see? So would you be so kindly?"
A bit reluctant Kitty yield to governors request. Free from his chains Scratch rubbed his wrists. "Much better." He said and smiled to his former partner who didn´t seem so glad about that.
"Excellent." Nodded Peterson. "If you would be so kindly to follow me now? In the plain champagne and caviar waiting for us." With a fast pace he walked towards a white jet that stood on the airfield ready for take-off. Scratch was the first after Peterson on the stairs to the plain. He ran them up in joyful anticipation. It was mostly the caviar and the champagne that let him take two stairs at once.
The prison itself, like Scratch found out, was mostly because of his reputation as psychopath pretty quiet and boring. But the meals… the meals were torture and Scratch could say that, if someone knew something about torture it was him.
Kitty was also about to walk up the stairs but a bodyguard, a rhino in a black suit, stopped her. "Excuse me, but we don´t feel comfortable when you wear your gun inside the plane. Please be so kindly to hand it to me."
"I am the chief of T.U.F.F.." Kitty stated with firm voice. "I am authorized and completely capable to wear this gun everywhere also if you want you can call T.U.F.F., if you like and request a psychological expert report that will prove that."
"It is not because of you." said the rhino with a low voice. "It´s more because we don´t feel comfortable if guns and Mr. Puppy are at this plane at the same time."
Kitty couldn´t really say anything against that. Of course she knew that Scratch wouldn´t attack anyone on this plane but she also understood their reservations. Sighing she gave in and handed the body guard her gun.
"Thank you." said the rhino and let her pass.
The inside of the plane wasn´t as luxury as expected. It was parted into two areas which were separated by a red velvet curtain. In those two areas, always at a window, two seats were placed so that both passengers face each other during the flight.
All in all the planed seemed like it was once a normal airliner for the well-heeled. On one of the seats in the second area of the plane Scratch already sat drinking a glass of champagne. As he saw her he waved Kitty to him.
"Kitty!" he said. "You have to try the champagne! It´s a Perrier-Jouët from 1911 and it taste wonderful!"
"I can´t, I´m on duty." She sighed flopping down in the chair on the other side.
"Bad luck." He smirked taking a sip.
"Hey, by the way, where is Mr. Peterson?" Kitty looked around just seeing a bodyguard sitting near the curtain.
"In the cockpit." Scratch said before talking another sip. "He´ll join us when we reach our cruising altitude."
"Another surprise." Kitty said fastening her seatbelt.
"Yep. By the way, what I wanted to ask you before our conversation in the car drifted off. How is Jessica?"
"Jessica? Fine." Said Kitty while she was pressed into the seat as the plane sped up. "She was promoted after catching you. But she refused it."
"Really? Why that?" Scratch asked holding his glass tight, not willing to lose a drop of the precious champagne.
"Well, she realized that the job as the chief isn´t her liking. Too much paperwork, she said. So she talked with the supreme command and now she is part of the T.U.F.F. branch in New York."
"New York." Said Scratch impressed. "Well, she likes action. In New York she´ll find it."
"Oh and I have something odd here." Kitty remarked and pulled a little piece of paper out of her pocket. "I received a letter from my old friend Carmelita."
"So?" Scratch started smirking while Kitty opened the letter.
"Yeah, she asked me how I´m doing and wrote what changed in her life. She´s engaged now."
"You don´t say." He said with pretended surprise.
"Yes." Replied Kitty excited. "But the actually Peculiar thing is the last line here." She cleared her throat and read out loud. " 'PS: Say the following things to Dudley, aka Scratch. HAHA' … before I ask you what happened between you and her tell me, do I want to hear the story?"
"Actually… no." giggled Scratch mischievously.
"Okay, then I won´t investigate further." Kitty put the letter back into her pocket.
Relaxed Scratch put his glass on the little table, which was attached on the wall next to him, and looked at the surface of the champagne in the glass.
"I think we have reached our cruising height." He said as he saw that the water line and the table were parallel. "Peterson will be here any minute."
And like he summoned him, the dog entered through the curtain with a big stuffed backpack under his arm. "Welcome onboard." The governor laughed and put the luggage down. "Now after we greeted each other, I think we should talk a little, right?" With lighting speed Peterson grabbed into the holster of the guard sitting next to the curtain, put the gun on the head of the guy and pulled the trigger. "Now we have a bit more privacy." He smirked.
Kitty and Scratch sat in their seats and looked shocked at Peterson. They had no idea what exactly just happened. It took them a whole minute before one of them, Kitty to be precisely, found some words to express their confusion. "What did just happen here?" she asked the governor who still had this friendly smile on his lips.
"Oh well, just political stuff." He laughed. "You wouldn´t understand it."
"Why have you shot this man?!" Scratch asked completely flabbergasted.
"Politics, as I said. This man has to die and… oh yes, also you two." Peterson pointed his gun at them as he saw that they rattled on their seatbelts. "You better keep sitting."
"We? Why that?" Kitty asked.
"Well, you two were on my tracks. Okay, Scratch was actually on my tracks but you know too much."
"On your tracks, what do you mean?" Scratch shouted.
"Mr. Scratch, please, I expected a little more from you. Think about it, who could I be? A little hint, I´m someone you hunting."
"No, no that can´t be! You can´t be 'the voice'!"
"And why not?" Peterson sounded more confused than something that would be more appropriate for someone in his situation.
"Because they tried to kill you!"
"Mr. Scratch, remember what we did with Mr. Dumbrowski in the Petropolis massacre." Explained the governor. "The best way pretending not to be involved in something is to pretend to be the enemy of it or to pretend that they try to kill you because you are an obstacle in their way. Also feeding the media with that gave my career a little lift."
"What do you mean with 'what we did with the chief in the massacre.'?" Kitty looked asking to Scratch who gazed with frozen expression to Peterson. "You are the voice…" he whispered still with a bit disbelieve in his voice.
"Yes I am." Said the man with the gun. "But I´d be nothing without my biggest help, Dudley Puppy."
"I?" growled the bald head dog angrily.
"Yes you. I would make you to the employee of the year if I could." Peterson laughed a little. "You did everything I wanted you to do and you don´t even realized that."
"And what exactly did I do for you?"
"The dirty work." Explained Peterson. "You let the evidences disappear. I´m in a phase of cleaning right now and you got rid of the meanest pieces of dirt. Willson, White, Johnson, Robson, Young and Richards."
"But they were part of your organization. Why would you kill them."
"Well, Richards knew my identity and even though he was maybe the most loyal of all of them, his knowledge was still a threat. But luckily you searched for him so I said to him it would be saver for him in the prison knowing that the temporary chief Jessica would use him to lure you into a trap. I just had to trust in your skills and wait until you find that out and get him. Young was about to crack, he spend too long in this prison. But I knew exactly that you wouldn´t let the killer of your mother get away. Also I knew that you would in your attempt to find me just leave burnt ground behind you. So it wasn´t hard to predict that you would kill the other four. And Dumbrovski… well, I´m not sure but it was you, right?"
Kitty turned her head shocked to Scratch who was just staring furiously at the governor. "Dudley did you really…?"
"Anyway." Peterson continued saving Scratch from further questions of Kitty. "The only thing that should have never happened was that you find out about Willson´s phone. With this information I knew that you will figure out who I am sooner or later. I mean, I was often around and as former city council I have an office in the city hall. And if you had then done a background check on me you would realize that I served in the army as a sniper. And then everything I worked for would be in vein, Mr. Scratch."
"So I was nothing more than a tool for you?" growled Scratch.
"Please, don´t feel insulted but you were most of the time too predictable to be a real threat, Mr. Scratch." He said it in a way like he really tried to apologize. "I mean you kill like a machine, completely automatized. If you have an enemy, you kill him. Let´s just take Paraguay as an example. God, there you even killed people who weren´t your enemies. Disgusting."
"From where… do you know from Paraguay?"
"Young told it Richards, Richards told it to me. Isn´t that obvious?" Peterson said in a casual tone. "I have to say, hearing these stories let the feeling of disgust grow in me against you. I really didn´t understand the reasons why you behaved so brutally down there. It seemed so… pointless."
"You really want to talk with me about pointless cruelty, Peterson?" barked Scratch. "271 people, Peterson, 271!"
"Yes, the massacre." Sighed the governor rolling his eyes. "I of course feel despondent that it was necessary to sacrifice these people, even though it was for a greater good. However, Mr. Scratch, you start talking about numbers I will reply with a number. Well, it´s an estimated number but nevertheless very meaningful. 1,500, Mr. Scratch."
The bald head dog froze as he heard the number. He just kept staring at Peterson.
"As I said, meaningful. And now I want to hear an answer from you, Mr. Scratch. How does the murder of 271 people by me justifies the murder of 1,500 people by you?" the dog pointed his gun at Scratch and waited for an answer, but there came no answer. After a while of waiting Peterson nodded saying. "I thought so."
"And what are you going to do now?" Kitty said giving the governor a hateful glare.
"Fulfilling the plan, now that all obstacles are removed thanks to Mr. Scratch I can finally candidate for presidency. Even though the whole election is just a formality. The people will vote for me… I mean have you seen my opponent?"
"What presidency you? You are crazy."
"No, I am the last sane and thinking person." Peterson stated with the voice of a politician that is holding a speech. "This country goes down the tubes. Since years. But no one does something against that. All politicians just do what the people want to save their re-election. But the people are like really stupid kids. They don´t know they really want and especially they don´t know what they really need. But I know what this country needs and after my elections I will make the decisions that will bring us back to the top. Of course, many of us won´t like it, many will even hate it but when I´m done we will all live in the bright future about which we are currently just dreaming about."
"I repeat it, you are crazy!" Kitty screamed again.
"A dim mind like yours may think that." Said Peterson before he suddenly added. "Oh please excuse me, I didn´t want to insult you."
Heavily breathing Scratch got loose from his state of paralysis and raised his voice. "And what will you do to us?"
"I think I said that, haven´t I?" Peterson probed cocking his gun.
"Oh right… but isn´t that a bit profane after all of this."
"Of course you are right Mr. Scratch. It would be profane." All of the sudden and to the great surprise Kitty and Scratch, Peterson put the gun on his own left arm and shot it. He screamed loudly while the sound of the gunshot lapsed. "That is really the worst part of this plan."
"What the hell is going on here?" Kitty screamed perplex.
"I know this seems a bit paradox but I need you two to die in a different way." the governor hissed in pain. "You two to die in a plane-crash of which I am the only survivor. Mr. Scratch and you tried to attack me and Mrs. Katswell supported you, she even tried to shot me with her gun. But luckily I was able to grab it and then get a parachute and jump." Just in that moment Kitty realized that the gun Peterson was holding was hers.
"I´m sorry that…" he continued. "…this will cost your good reputation Ms. Katswell but as I said it´s for the greater good. I also have to reveal everything about you Mr. Scratch but don´t worry you, like , won´t live the moment when I tell this story to the press."
"That´s insane!" Kitty screamed. "We will land this plane and then we will show that you were the man behind this all…"
"Kitty…" sighed Scratch. "That has no use. Even if we survive our words would fall on deaf ears. I mean I am an unstable psychopath and you were the only one authorized having a gun on this plane. It was his plan… I also think that he already found my file and your file about the conspiracy."
Peterson tapped amused against his nose. "Exactly Mr. Scratch." He grabbed the backpack he laid down on the floor before he started shooting around and saddled it up. "Before I leave now… one last thing." Slowly the dog walked backwards to one of the emergency exit doors. "One thing really surprised me. And I have to give you credit for that. Giving a million Dollar worth drug empire just to save someone who hated you at that moment, that is either a sign of total devotion or of total idiocy. Nevertheless, I take my hat off to you!" Peterson bowed before he pulled at the red handle on the emergency door.
The door opened with a loud bang and immediately the governor was sucked out of the plane by the suction that came from pressure compensation between inside and outside of the plane.
"God dammit" cursed Scratch screaming to drown the loud sound of the air which was rushing by that came through the open hole in the hull.
"Come with me Kitty!" Angrily Scratch opened his seatbelt and walked determined but cautiously not to fall outside of the jet to the cockpit. Kitty followed him into the little room, separated from the rest of the plain by a door, and sat down next to Scratch on the co-pilot´s seat.
It was a bit more silent in this part of the plane but nevertheless everything around them was unbelievably loud.
"Dammit!" Scratch shouted slamming his fist on the gathering of blinking lights and buttons in front of him.
"What is it?" she screamed still to shocked from being alone without a pilot in a plane to be nervous or afraid. But maybe also the adrenalin that dictated just one directive to her brain. And this directive was 'Do something.' Instead of the other urge she had and that was to talk or more beat the answers concerning the chief´s death out of Scratch.
"I just realized how this bastard fooled me. Even the thing with my business was part of his plan. I bet he was the one who gave the information to Richard, not the hacker! Damn, I killed this man for nothing! Peterson really wanted to leave me with nothing in the end!"
"THIS IS REALLY YOUR ONLY THOUGHT RIGHT NOW?" Kitty yelled. "SHOULDN´T YOU BE WORRIED ABOUT THE PLANE?"
"I just can´t take my mind of that." Screamed Scratch. "Also, I don´t have any idea how to fly this thing!"
"You mean that…"
"Yes." Completed Scratch. "We are fucked!"
In unison Kitty and Scratch turned to the plains windbreaker. Driven by pure fear that drowned all other feelings out Kitty´s hand slowly moved to Scratch´s hand and grabbed it as she saw out of the window. It was more than terrifying for her what came closer to them and as she felt by how Scratch squeezed her hand, he felt the same.
But who wouldn´t feel fear in every cell of his body if he look in such a situation out of the window… and the ground is coming closer.
-"Recte facti fecisse merces est" = "The reward for a good deed is to have done it"-
-The End-
-Well that´s it. That was Killer´s Instinct II: Step by step. Hope you liked the story about the revenge of Scratch and how he outsmarted his enemies just to get outsmarted in the end. I don´t think I have to mention that there´ll be a sequel? I mean I can´t let it end like that. Anyway, tell me how you liked it and also tell me how you think how it will continues because I could need some ideas for the sequel ;) Until then I will also publish other stuff, like Space Oddity 2 and I´m also planning maybe a little Sly Cooper story but let´s see… I´m also open for suggestions ;)
Well, now I can just say, so long guys. :D-
-Oh and special thanks too JohnD-art from deviantArt for letting me use his character Jessica. By the way, check out his gallery, he really makes awesome art.-