This chapter is uploaded a bit earlier than planned. I'm going to be away this weekend and also busy the upcoming days so here's Chapter Fourteen of May's Justice. Delia Ketchum's killer is revealed in this chapter.

Chapter Fourteen: The Heir Of A Murderous Gentleman

May dismissed the doctor's advice and discharged herself at the earliest opportunity. She met up with Trucy and they both took the train to Pallet Town. May scratched her head as she craved for a hot cup of black coffee to appear in her hand. She was back to square one. Even though Ash was found not guilty of murder, the suspicion around him never vanished.

Serena's arrest had made the press write reports on how Ash was her accomplice and how others had joined in with their fake testimonies to protect Serena from being arrested. In regards to Delia Ketchum's death, there were no other arrests. The police had taken Ash to the station for questioning, but nothing ever came out of it.

May's heart skipped a beat when she found out that Ash had been to the police station after he left May in the hospital. She couldn't get any sleep at all, and she was gagging for a nice drink, but all the doctors would let her have was plain water.

Trucy was talking a lot, but May wasn't really paying attention what she saying. May couldn't stop thinking about her past four trials and how they were all connected to each other. Even though from a glance they all seemed to be four very unique murder cases, they all seemed to have crossed over in May's mind.

Hinata Uzumaki, the victim of May's first case had died in a cemetery. The murder scene in May's second case was also in a cemetery. Hiroshi Nakano was a rock-star-turned-doctor. Hinata Uzumaki was one of his patients and he also played a very big role in May's 2nd case by being Suguru Fujisaki's accomplice.

Then there was Kari's unfortunate run with Brock that made her run into the girl's bathroom, and then she ended up being framed for the murder of a janitor called John Doe, who was actually the famous assassin known as Shelly De Killer.

The victim in May's third trial was connected to her fourth case. May hoped that Ash still has Shelly De Killer's card. She needed it, as she felt that if she presented it in Serena's trial, that she could clear her name for good. But without saying that Shelly De Killer was the one that killed Delia Ketchum, the evidence wouldn't have a leg to stand on.

May could not do that. Delia said that De Killer had a knife. She remembered the autopsy report stated very clearly that she was shot in the head. It seemed all the murdered victims in her cases were shot. Her migraine sharpened as she tried to find another way to connect her first four cases together. Then it clicked. The defendants were all customers in Delia's Delight, one of Davis Motomiya's many restaurants.

She wanted to think positive, but May couldn't help but feel like an evil witch for pinning Delia Ketchum's death on Serena. She knew that if Serena was found guilty, that May would lose everything: her career, her job, her friends and even Ash.

Trucy hadn't mentioned Ash yet. It was a sigh of relief for May, as she didn't think her heart would be able to take it if Ash was arrested again. He had already been through far too much. At that moment, the only thing that was important for May was a full acquittal for Serena Yvonne.

"Trucy," May asked as they both walked out of the station. "I wanted to ask you something."

"What is it?" Trucy asked as Mr. Piplup crawled into her hat.

"The day I ended up channelling Dahlia Hawthorne," May hissed. "What exactly happened to me? What did Dahlia do?"

"You became thinner and your clothes were hanging on you. Dahlia picked up the paper. Assuming it was Delia Ketchum, I called her name. but she ignored me. Dahlia wrote a name down. Then she glared at me."

"She glared at you?"

Trucy nodded. "She had piercing red eyes as if she was a monster." Trucy held hang around her neck and gulped. "Her eyes stopped glowing when she strangled me. Then Dahlia smiled at me with her eyes closed. It seemed to be a really happy smile. It was so scary."

"What happened next?" May gasped.

"Mr. Piplup pounded Dahlia," Trucy explained. "She let go of me, and Dahlia went on the floor. Then she left your body."

May sighed. "I'm sorry Trucy."

"It's okay." Trucy hugged May and patted her back. "Like I said before, it wasn't your fault."

"Still," May sighed. "I just feel that if I hadn't have channelled Dahlia Hawthorne, that I could have solved this by now. Serena would never have been arrested."

Trucy shook her head. "The trial would have most likely have been extended to another day for more further investigations. May... you shouldn't blame yourself."

"I know," May said without any emotion. Her hair threw a shadow over her eyes as she lowered her head and covered her shoulders with her hands. "But I was stupid enough to believe in it. I accused an innocent person of murder... THAT'S THE WORST THING A DEFENCE ATTORNEY COULD DO!"

"Everybody makes mistakes somewhere down the line," Trucy assured her. "Look at Daddy, he presented forged evidence. He lost his badge for seven years."

May shook her head and Trucy watched the tears fly from her face and land on her. "Your father was framed. I did it willingly." Her voice shook as she clenched her fists. "I stopped caring about the truth. All I cared about was clearing Ash's name, I never stopped to think what my actions could have caused."

"May, you can't give up," Trucy demanded. "I can't bare to see you like this. You're one of the best friends I've ever had. I know you can do it!"

May suddenly stopped crying."What chance have I got believing in everyone else? I don't even believe in myself."

"There's a lot of people that believe in you," Trucy informed May. "Five years ago you said that you were the only one who believed in Ash's innocence. Thanks to your hard work, a lot of people believe in his innocence now. You may have screwed up, but you're determined to fix it. Most lawyers would have ran away at this point. Everyone's proud of you."

"Well," May said with her hands on her hips. "We're here now, so I guess we'll have to start looking for some more clues."

The first thing May did was a have a look around Ash's house. May stood by the side door that Shelly De Killer had walked through. She instructed Blaziken to stand behind the bunch of trees behind her. She envisioned herself as Shelly De Killer walking into the kitchen with a knife.

Trucy was standing on the spot where Delia Ketchum was when she died. Trucy was pretending to wash the dishes exactly how Misty testified during the trial. May believed where Blaziken was standing was where the real killer made the mode.

"I got a question May," Trucy said. "How come nobody saw Shelly De Killer?"

"After Delia was shot, maybe he had a Pokémon teleport him away," May thought. "It's the only conclusion I can come up with. Before the shooting, everybody was too interested in Red and Silver's battle. Misty and Ash were too concerned about Serena's safety."

"Then there's Misty's poisoning," Trucy sighed. "We need to get some more information about that too."

"If we can somehow gather everybody together, we could solve this."

"That's what the trials are for," Trucy said.

"Who's that big man over there?" May asked as she saw a large man in an even thicker dull trench coat.

"It looks like Detective Dick Gumshoe," Trucy said. "He's quite a nice guy. He's a friend of Daddy." They both went over and approached Gumshoe. "Hi there, Detective Gumshoe."

"Hey there," Gumshoe said. "Hope you're both working hard. No time for slacking, pals."

"Never!" Trucy exclaimed, pressing the top of her hat.

"Where's Detective Oak?" May asked.

"He's been suspended," Gumshoe explained. "Pending further investigation of misconduct. A shame really, he's a good hard-working kid."

"How's the investigating coming along?" May asked.

"We found something very interesting," Gumshoe explained.

"What is it?" May asked.

"The bullet in Mrs. Ketchum's head and the bullets in the gun with Mr. Ketchum and Miss Yvonne's fingerprints," Gumshoe growled. "They don't match!"

"I know who the gun belongs to," May pointed out.

Gumshoe gasped. "You do? I like to know who?"

"Shelly De Killer."

"Really?" Gumshoe shrieked. "I don't believe it. We never saw anything that connected him to the crime."

"That's what the victim, Mrs. Ketchum told me last night."

"Wait how were you able to contact the victim?"

"Because my aunt's cousin, Pearl channelled her."

"Ah!" Gumshoe cried out and pointed at her in a true lawyer style. "So you're Mia Fey's kid. The prosecution is Dahlia Hawthorne's kid... this trial is going to be interesting."

"So Gumshoe, do you have any opinions on this case?" Trucy asked.

"Looking at the crime scene photo it's pretty clear that the victim was shot at a long range," Gumshoe explained as he showed the girls a picture of the crime scene with Delia's body on the floor with her eyes wide open. "If she was shot at a close range, there would have been burning around her head, but there isn't."

"Do you believe that Serena is a suspect?"

Gumshoe shook his head vigorously. "For the first time in my long career, I firmly believe that the defendant is innocent. I'm sorry pal, but I really believe that Ash Ketchum is guilty."

"I was afraid of that," May sighed.

"The defendant said that she couldn't remember what happened," Gumshoe stated and showed very deep knowledge about the case. "I believe her when she said it. Believe me, I'm gonna prove that Ash was the one that gave her alcohol. He got her drunk on purpose so she could have an alcoholic blackout."

"But I proved Ash was innocent," May declared.

"Through faulty evidence," Gumshoe noted. "Besides when I interviewed him this morning. He told he was the one that done it."

"WHAT?" May shrieked. "Why Ash? WHY?"

"Because of the double jeopardy, Ash can't be tried again after being found not guilty..." Gumshoe sighed.

"I understand," May told Gumshoe. "That's why you think Ash is guilty, because he said so. But he's only saying that to get Serena out of jail. They're both innocent. Somebody else killed Mrs. Ketchum, and the same person framed Serena for poisoning Misty Waterflower. The killer is still out there."

"Why is Ash still lying about everything?" Trucy sighed.

"I'll have to talk to him later," May said. "I think we need to to talk to the others. Thanks for your help Detective Gumshoe. As May and Trucy walked up to Professor Oak's lab, they saw Mia Fey, being channelled by her younger sister, Maya Fey.

"That's my mother over there," May said as she pointed to Mia. "I wonder what she's doing here?"

"I wonder if Daddy is here too?" Trucy asked.

"Stage on!" May yelled with her fist in the air.

"I love how totally fired up you are now," Trucy giggled, as she placed her hat on May's head.

"Thanks for the support," May said as she put Trucy's hat back on.

"Hi girls," Mia said. "You both look like you're ready to work."

"Hi there," Trucy said. "Have you seen Daddy?"

"He's in the lab, talking to Professor Oak," Mia replied.

"I'll go and find him," Trucy said. "I'll see ya later, May."

"See ya, Trucy."

Trucy headed east towards the gigantic white building. May looked up to her mother and wondered if she was feeling cold. Branches of trees flapped as blue skies became grey. The most vibrant thing May found was Mia's attractive physique.

"May, why did you want to quit?" Mia asked, in a direct and sharp tone. Her voice made May's stomach churn so much, she felt as if she was being scolded.

"Because..." May wanted to explain herself about her intentions of travelling with Ash after his aquittal, but in the end she wasn't sure if Mia would have already known or understood. "I messed up," May whined, clenching her eyes shut to keep the tears at bay. "I never do well at anything. I don't have the lawyer trait in me at all."

"You've always had that lawyer trait in you," Mia told May as she held onto her shoulders. "Even when you were on your Pokémon journey." May stared at her mother with no idea what she meant. Then she Mia's cheeks lift up as her smile became stronger. "May, do you remember the day you caught Munchlax?"

"Of course I do," May cried out with her arm in the air as she got a pokéball out of her pocket. She quickly placed her hands by her side. "Wait, you saw that?"

Mia chuckled and tilted her head. "Of course I did. I've always been watching over you. I was really... proud of you then. Everyone believed that he was the one that stole and ate all the pokéblocks. It was understandable that Munchlax would be the prime suspect, it's in their nature to eat constantly."

"But nobody actually saw Munchlax eat the pokéblocks," May responded. She began to remember the event as if it has only happened yesterday. "All those kids were saying Munchlax had done it, even though they had no proof. Even Brock and Ash started to believe he was guilty. It was at that point, that I decided to catch Munchlax."

"You were the only one that believed in Munchlax," Mia announced. "You never gave up on it. And I'll admit, I am so happy that it's still in your team."

"Yeah," May said with a firm nod. She looked up at her pokéball that contained Munchlax. "He might not be fully evolved, but he's an awesome member on my team: all of my Pokémon are."

"You shouldn't look down on yourself so much," Mia told May. "You're an amazing Pokémon trainer, coordinator and an even better lawyer."

"Thanks a lot," May told her mother as she hugged her. "You've always been my guardian angel. I'm going back outside to investigate. So I'll see you later."

As May left her mother, she began to think about what countless things she could have been doing with Mia if she was still alive such as going shopping, getting fat on ramen, going to the cinema or a karaoke bar. She couldn't help but think that a fun parent she would have been if she hadn't have been adopted.

As she wondered alone in Ash's old garden a mysterious figure stood in-front of her beneath the shadows of the hollow tree.

"Hello May."

It was Drew Hayden, her first rival and also a very old friend of hers. She couldn't believe how little Drew had changed since the last time she saw him. Other than the fact that he was a lot taller than May now. He brushed his fingers through his sea-foam green hair and flicked a rose to May from the top of his white sleeves.

May wasn't going to lie, Drew looked absolutely handsome. His shamrock suit was so shiny and he looked so smart that he looked resembled a movie star. "Hey Drew, wow! You look really well. As you can see... I'm still very much alive."

"Thank you," Drew said as be bowed like a gentlemen. "I had no idea you were adopted. I couldn't believe it when I read about it in the papers yesterday."

"You learn something new everyday," May told him. "How has your Pokémon training been getting along?"

"I've had to take some time out on my training you see," Drew admitted. "So I haven't been myself. My father passed away suddenly last week. I have to take over the family business."

"What sort of business is it?" May asked Drew.

"It's a rather gruesome industry," Drew whispered. He spoke so soft that it sounded almost seductive. "It's a delicate subject you see."

"Sounds like it's very hard work," May told Drew. The moment she saw two psyche-locks in front of Drew's heart was the minute May became very suspicious of him.

May scratched her head. She wondered why Drew of all people had psyche-locks around him. "Right...it doesn't sound very legal. "

"That's debatable," Drew hissed with a cheeky smile. He threw another rose in May's direction. "That rose is for your friend, Trucy by the way." He then went on to throw another rose in May's direction. "And that's for your Beautifly."

May didn't catch the other two roses and dropped the one she had on the floor with the others. "I hope there isn't any poison in these roses, Drew!" she snapped.

Drew gasped and shrugged his shoulders. "Of course there isn't."

"You're an assassin aren't you?" May shrieked as her knees whacked the floor along with the rest of her body. She looked up at Drew who only grinned. Both psyche-locks shattered and the chains vanished into thin air.

"Killing is my business," Drew announced as he lifted May up on her feet again. "And business is good. I do hope that you never require my services," Drew admitted as he flicked his business card over to May. "But do feel free to ring me, day or night. For business or for pleasure..."

May took a look at Drew's business card. It was plain white at the back and very white at the back. May gasped when she saw the pink text and the pink sea shell at the corner of the card. Drew De Killer at your service the cursive pink letters wrote. On the bottom included a phone number and a website and a password. May felt shivers run down her spine. As soon as she finished looking at Drew's business card he had already began to walk off into the shadows.

"Hold it!" May cried out.

Drew twirled around and started marching towards May. "Yes, what is it?"

"So your Shelly De Killer's son?"

"I am indeed," Drew announced as he straightened out his tie. May knew that with Drew's new identity, that the person responsible for Shelly De Killer's death was going to suffer. The person that killed Shelly De Killer was Iris Den.

"Before taking over the family business, how much did you know about your father?"

"He was always working," Drew explained. "He left the country after a client betrayed him. He left me a letter, telling me if he was still alive, he would explain everything when I was an adult."

"When was the last time you met your father?"

"Two weeks ago," Drew replied. Even though May could detect sadness in the shallow tone of his voice, she was so surprised at how calm and collected he was for somebody who had recently lost his father. "He told me about his business, how trusting his clients had kept him alive for so many years and his regrets."

"Regrets?"

"He wished he could have spent more time with me," Drew explained as he cradled the pink seashell engraved on the business card. "He had one final wish."

"What wish was that?"

"If something were to happen to him," Drew said with a slick smile on his face. "If he gets killed or arrested, he wanted me to take over the family business. It's been running for over a century now."

"Did you know about his plan to assassinate the Ketchum family?"

"Plan?" Drew pondered. His voice began to strain. "May, father doesn't go round killing people for the sake of it. He's not like the other assassins. My father would never kill anyone unless he had to. He would also never kill pregnant women, children, the elderly or vulnerable adults. He took the job very seriously. He'd always meet his clients face-to-face. That's why he leaves the cards around, so people know it's him and so his clients are never a suspect. He's been in the business before I was born. Only one of his clients got arrested."

"So he's a murderous gentlemen?" May said.

Drew nodded. "He never discussed client's cases with me. He kept them strictly confidential. He believed it helped maintain the bond of trust between a client. But if the client was ever to break that bond or betray him... then something terrible would happen."

"One of my relatives was able to channel Delia Ketchum's spirit," May told Drew. May thought that what Delia Ketchum had to say about Drew's father would have interested him.

"Come again?" Drew asked, shaking his head and raising his eye brow. "Oh yes, I remember, your biological mother was part of a clan of spirit mediums.

"Yesterday, Mrs. Ketchum said your father came into the house, but wasn't the one that killed her."

"Clearly, Mrs. Ketchum wasn't the target," Drew said. "His client might have requested her to be spared. My father kept a record of everything on his laptop. Once I find out what the password is, I can look up his records for you. There should be copies of all his contracts there. Hopefully we can find out what happened."

"Would there be any chance of you testifying in court?" May asked.

"I don't think I will be able to make it in person, but you can give me a call and put me on speaker, and I'll be happy to testify about my father's innocence."

"You seem to take his on so willingly," May noticed.

"I want the man responsible for my father's death to take responsibility," Drew growled. "I don't care if he's a Pokémon league champion. If the law cannot provide me that pleasure, I shall have to take matters into my own hands."

"Drew... your father was killed by a woman!" May told him. "I know Lance confessed to the crime, but he was only doing it to protect his wife. Iris had some run-ins with Shelly De Killer before."

"Insane!" Drew moaned. "Why would he need to cover for her? She's a Pokémon league champion too!"

"He was most likely doing it to protect her career," May replied.

"Career? Surely being a Pokémon master is a career in itself."

"She's a prosecutor as well," May explained to Drew. "Being a Pokémon league champion gives her a lot of power and also makes her above the law. One day she'll be made accountable for your father's death. The law is always changing, My justice will get her in the end."

"At least my father can rest in peace," Drew said with a warm smile on his face. "He would forgive Iris, but I never will. Framing an innocent girl like that is despicable."

"Hey May!" May heard Trucy's voice from behind her. She turned around and saw that Trucy was running towards her. She jumped over the hedge and stopped next to May. "Daddy got the witnesses in Professor Oak's lab."

"What did they say?" May asked.

"They all backed up with Ash was saying at the hospital. He's still saying that he killed his mother, but Daddy could tell he was lying. Ash said he was lying so he could try and help you win the case. They also said Iris was the one who planned Shelly De Killer's capture," Trucy explained.

"I knew it," Drew hissed. "I think it's pretty clear who the true culprit is now," Drew said as he walked away from them. "I must go now. But I shall see you again."

For a moment, May didn't understand what Drew meant. As soon as he had vanished out of sight, everything began to make sense to her. Her heart jumped as she screamed at the top of her voice.

"What's wrong?" Trucy asked.

"Nothing," May growled with a toothy grin. "I know who the killer is now. It's so obvious now."

"Then who is it?" Trucy asked.

"It's Iris Den," May declared. "She's not going to go down without a fight, but I won't rest until the truth has been proven. She'll pay for what she did for Ash, and to all the others that she made suffer."