Well, everyone, it's that time! The end of the story! I know, I know, it's sad, but hopefully this won't be my last Monsuno fic. Please enjoy this epilogue.

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She walks along the long, winding corridor as she's done many times before. There's an escort next to her, not that she needs one. The cells have maximum security and she was a highly trained elite. She'd be fine by herself. She looks among the various prisoners, observing them as they growl and glower at her. She pays their hostility no mind and stops in front of the cells she wants to visit. She nods at the escort to leave them alone, and he does.

Jinja sits cross-legged in front of the two cells. "Mother," she greets, looking at one before turning to the other. "Father." She lets her eyes scan over them, taking in their appearance. They're both significantly thinner and dirty, former shells of the prestigious, well-to-do couple she used to know them as. And she feels no shame in admitting that she takes great satisfaction in seeing them as so. They deserved this. They deserved to be locked up for the rest of their miserable lives.

"Jinja," they spat back at her.

Her mother, stepmother rather, seems to size her up. "You know what still confuses me, darling?"

Jinja knows exactly what she's doing, she's trying to manipulate her, get in her head. Well, after eleven years of that, she's not about to fall for it again. "And what is that, Mother?" she plays along.

Her stepmother got as close to her as the electric bars would let her. "After all we put you through, after insisting that you hate us again and again, you still visit us every single month," she answered. "And I ask myself, why? Why would she do that?" The woman smirks. "Unless, of course, your weak little heart does, in fact, still love us."

Her blue eyes narrowed. "Don't flatter yourself, Mother," she hissed. "I visit the two of you out of pity, nothing more, nothing less. In fact, I never loved either of you. Get that through your head."

"Yet, you still call me Mother."

"Because I don't know what else to call you," Jinja admitted. "I thought you were my mother for most of my life. But make no mistake, Mother, I'm glad to see the two of you rotting in these cells like you deserve. This is even better than hiding from you. I get to see you suffer. I get to see you waste away in here."

Mrs. Faustus stared at her a moment before shrugging. "Whatever you say, my dear."

Jinja rolled her eyes before turning to the man in the cell next door. "Anything you want to add, Father?"

Mr. Faustus turned his head towards her before sneering. "I should have killed you long ago," he decided.

Jinja sighed, shaking her head. "Yeah, maybe you should have," she agreed. "Or maybe you should have treated as your daughter and not an object for you to smack around. But I guess we'll never know will we." She chuckled humorlessly. "You know, I actually owe a lot to you both. If it weren't for your abuse, I probably never would have met Chase or the others. I wouldn't have my family. So, thank you. You gave me the best gift."

"Burn in hell," snapped her father.

Rolling her eyes once more, Jinja turned to leave. "Sorry, that's what you'll be doing," she called over her shoulder.

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"Mamma, Mamma!"

Jinja smiled at the sight of the small three year old girl, taking the child into her arms. "Hey, Nugget!" she greeted, kissing her all over her face. The girl had freckles dusted over her cheeks and sea green eyes with sky blue fleck in them and long, black hair. "How was your day? Were you good for your father?" She looked around for said man. "Where is your father?"

Her daughter giggled. "I don't know," she lied.

Suddenly, they both were being lifted into the air. "Chase!" squealed Jinja as her daughter laughed. "Put us down!"

Chase obliged, setting his girls onto the ground. "Lea, go show your mother what we did today," he instructed the girl. Leann Suno nodded eagerly, rushing off. When he was sure their daughter couldn't hear him, he turned to his wife. "How did it go?"

Jinja shrugged. "Same as usual, I guess," she answered.

Chase sighed, taking her jacket off for her and putting it on the rack. "Why do you insist on going there every month?" he asked.

Jinja sat down on the couch, burying her head in her hands. "I don't know," came her muffled confession. "Every single time I visit, my mother tries to get in my head and my father curses at me. Why do I put myself through this?"

Chase was quiet before he spoke again, "Jin, I think you need to let go."

She was about to question him on what he meant when Leann burst into the room. "Mommy, look!" she urged. In her hands, she held a small, light purple card with the letters 'I Mommy' in glitter letters. "Daddy helped, a little bit."

Jinja shot Chase a smile. "Did he now?" She took the card in her hands. "Well, thank you, my flower." She kissed her daughter on the head before going to kiss Chase lightly on the lips.

Leann covered her eyes. "Ew!" she protested.

Jinja giggled before holding out a hand for her daughter to take. "Come on, I promised your grandmother we'd come by later."

Lea beamed at her. "Grandma Joyce!" she cheered.

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Jinja signaled for her mother to be quiet as she softly shut the door to the toddler's room. "Motherhood is hard," she said once she was sure the door was closed. "Mom, why is motherhood so hard?" Don't get her wrong, she loved her little nugget to pieces, but she seemed to take after her father; loud, excitable, and a bundle on energy.

Joyce shrugged, a smile on her face as they made their way to the living room and sat down on the couch. "Not sure, my flower." Her smile soon fell as she took her daughter's hand. "How did it go?"

Jinja shrugged. "The same."

"That's not an answer, Flower."

Jinja sighed, burying her head in her mother's shoulder. "Chase said I should let go, Mom," she muttered, pulling away. "What do you think he means by that?"

"He means you should stop seeing them."

That caught Jinja's attention. "What?"

Joyce took hold of her daughter's shoulders. "Flower, you see them every single month," she elaborated. "You've been seeing them every single month for the past six years, since before Lea was born. Don't you think that's a little odd?"

"I do it because I feel bad."

Joyce shook her head. "No, Flower. You do it to remind yourself. You have to make sure that they're locked up. I saw that look you had the first time you went to see them after Lea was born. You had to be sure that they couldn't hurt you or her."

Jinja clenched her fists. "I'm coping," she grit out.

"No, you're not." Joyce brushed some hair out of her face. "You're just torturing yourself. You're letting yourself lose sleep over worrying about this. I think, Flower, that if it weren't for Chase you'd visit every week."

Jinja opened her mouth to argue, but closed it when she realized something. Her mother was right. She was torturing herself. They were nothing, just two figures form her past. So why was she taking a certain day out of the month to visit them? They didn't deserve it. They didn't deserve to see her. They didn't deserve anything she gave them. She knew what she had to do.

"Watch Leann for me," was all Jinja said before she left.

Joyce stared at the spot where her daughter had just been. "Good luck, Flower," she whispered.

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Mrs. Faustus looked surprised to see her. "Darling," she greeted, cocking an eyebrow. "Back so soon? It hasn't been a month already has it?" She pursed her lips in mock thought. "No, if I recall correctly, you were here but a mere few hours ago." She smirked. "So what could it be, pray tell, that has you back here so soon, my darling?"

"Drop the act, Mother," spat Jinja, visible fury etched across her face. "I'm going to say something and for once in your lives, you are going to listen."

"Not like we have a choice," drawled her father.

Jinja ignored his comment. "This is going to stop," she decided. "All this time, I've been visiting you. I'm not sure what I wanted and I'm not sure what I got, but I'm done."

"Are you sure you don't know what you wanted, darling?"

Jinja met her icy gaze. "Actually, I think I do," she snapped. "I wanted your love, your approval. I wanted to think that now that you were behind bars you'd realize how wrong you were. Maybe you'd actually feel remorse." She laughed bitterly. "I must have been out of my goddamn mind. The two of you are evil, insane. You'll never change and I have to stop thinking you will."

"So, what are you saying?"

Jinja got as close to them both as she could. "I'm never visiting either of you again."

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Chase jumped slightly as his wife suddenly burst into the house. "Jinja, what-?" He cut himself off when he saw she was drenched and shivering. "Holy crag, Jinja!" He brought her into his arms, trying to warm her up. "Jinja, you're freezing! You're not even wearing a jacket! What the hell were you thinking? Where's Lea-?"

"Relax, she's still with my mom."

Chase eyed her suspiciously. "And where were you?" he demanded.

Jinja had the decency to look embarrassed. "I went to see them," she admitted.

"Jinja-"

She held up a hand, stopping him mid-sentence. "I know, I know. I just needed to do something." She was beaming widely at him, which made him smile despite the situation. "I let go, Chase."

He blinked at her. "You... what?"

"I let go," Jinja repeated firmly. "I stood up to them and told them in their faces that I was never visiting them again." Tears streamed down her face, but not tears of sadness. Tears of relief. "I'm done with them. I-"

Chase cut her off with a firm kiss to her mouth. "I'm so proud of you," he murmured against her lips. He sat them both on the couch with her on his lap, leaning against his chest.

Jinja giggled. "Thank you." She fingered the ring on her finger fondly. "Can you believe we're married?"

"I can believe that," replied Chase. "What I can't believe is that I managed to ask you."

She grinned at the memory. "I really thought you were about to pass out," she told him.

"I was afraid I would throw up on you."

"Thank god you didn't."

Chase looked sheepish. "Yeah... I'm pretty sure you would have said no if that happened."

Jinja shook her head. "Silly boy, I would have said yes no matter what," she insisted. "I'm glad I did though. Now I have an amazing daughter and wonderful husband and I wouldn't give that up for the world." She laughed sarcastically. "And to think, I have everything I've ever wanted from the Faustus'. Go figure." Of course she hated them, but if she had been raised in a loving family, she never would have met Chase and Bren. She never would have been apart of Team Core-Tech and she wouldn't have her perfect family.

Chase touched his nose to hers. "I love you."

Jinja smiled and nestled her face against his. "I love you too."

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Hey everyone! *quiet sobbing* I'm gonna miss you all so much! Writing this book has been so much fun! Usually, I give up about halfway through because I either a) lose interest or b) am not satisfied with the publicity or something like that. I know the ending was kind of sappy, but I'm a sucker for happy endings. Anyway, please review and have an awesome day!

-Rose