Chapter XXX- the never ending curse

It was in the tempest. Where she wore a brown coat. She got out of the car, and went to the cemetery. There, with her pink fur and face, she went to the role which contained the piece of pebble-stone that contained her partner, or to be more precise, her lover-once-again after the blue avian and the one she loved but died.

She came back after she had seen the news. When she saw the president talking through the television she threw the remote controller to the television and the glass broke into pieces. Falling down on the ground.

Over the steps contained her sorrow. As she had finally found her new lover.

But was it true?

Every grave she passed had contained her memories. When he first knocked her door in the motel room, wanting to help. And when she finally took the card up on the table in her room, and bravely asked him for help. She still remembered. How she had picked her clothes to make herself attractive enough. And that she did have a cold that day. She hated the cold.

She remembered. How she had fought with him. When she was carrying her rifle, guarding his hide and a bullet went on her shoulder. He helped her bandage. But then, she took it off. Even the wound has not healed yet.

Finally, she was at his grave. Where the tempest has gone stronger again. Her fur flickering to the direction of the wind.

It was one year after the Lover's Killer case, and she was employed. As a low-ranking military officer. She hated the job. She hated that she was ordered to do this and that every day. She hated that she could not have her free time. She hated that it was the only job that can keep her have a steady income to maintain her life. She could not do anything to change it. If only she had listened to Falco and went to the Federation with the vulpine and the falcon- when Coneria was being rebuilt and the president invited them to fight with and for him. She might lead a prosperous life like they do. She might be liked and worshiped by Hyacinth. She could have loved Falco over again...but, memories are memories. Fascinations are fascinations. Minds of the entities were so strange. They love to think and imagine. But they knew that they would never come true. She was too uneducated to do jobs that can lead a comfortable life.

She looked at his grave. Eyes small, with a little light reflected by her tears. She looked sad. But a shade of grudge and sorrow appeared underneath.

She still remembered the moment she hugged with Wolf before she left to the Taipei Intergalactic spaceport. That she trusted him, and gave all her time to him. She could have revenge for her lover and find another companion. But she knew that her companion is the one who killed her lover. The thought of betrayal. The thought of dishonesty of the creature with gray and white fur.

"I don't know that you were the killer until the news." Said her. "Do you think of anything that you killed my loved one when you embraced me in your arms?"

The tempest grew stronger. And the rain is even bigger.

The tempest has his winds whooshing through the cold winter evening. Screaming through the lands and seas, the rain. It doesn't fall. It slams and it hurts. The coldness of the rain and wind combined felt as if a frozen lake in the Arctic. The trees were stripped by the wind, the last autumn leaves were blown away. And were sent flying through by the wind's command. There was a purple, irregular line of lightning. Electrons that flew through the air at tremendous speeds.

"I'll tell you, you may have died and got away from justice. But, I will always curse you. You killed my love. I feel nothing but pity for you. You hear me? Nothing. But. Pity!"

As she spat to the grave. And went away furiously. Her shadow disappearing slowly in the gray shade of rain and wind.

The grave was carved with a poem, with a Wolf howling to the moon in the background:

"Long ago did a warrior stood.

Through the biting autumn wind.

He had seen god create life,

and had been the death's scythe.

but after the loss of his serene love,

He was in search of his own image.

One who loved, like he did.

But one day, he chose to leave, for he was too tired.

He needed to sleep

So he closed his eyes.

And sleep,

and sleep.

Wolf O'Donnell

27 BLW - 11ALW

Earth year A.D. 2109-2147"

~End~