in chapter 6 it's spelt dying not dieing FYI

good work though, very much enjoyed gants appearance.

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I am loving this story.

I certainly like it.

About that whole thing on progress...

Tuesday. Hopefully.

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Thank goodness. I have been waiting forever for the next chapter.

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Stupid strep throat. I spend all of yesterday feeling like the smoldering gray of crap. But I feel better now, so I present the next chapter.

This was quite difficult for me, mostly I had to write about a pretty horrible experience, especially after a point of great joy.

Anyhow, you know the drill. Comments, revisions, and other things are needed and loved.

The Death of Manfred Von Karma
Chapter Eight

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

The small audience of family and friends applauded as Manfred kissed his wife, Angelica. The wedding march blared from the small orchestra, as the newlyweds rushed down from the wedding alter, eyes glittering and smiles radiant. They felt like the happiest couple in the world in those moments. The crowd followed, throwing the celebratory rice and flowers. The two waved goodbye, as they entered the limo to go to their reception. Manfred and Angelica laughed and smiled as the limo drove off. The two finally calmed down from the excitement, and held each other’s hands and store into each other’s eyes in silence. They knew what the other was thinking, so no words had to be exchanged. They kissed once more. They had kissed and made love before, but in this moment, it felt even more special. They were finally husband and wife. They made an agreement that they would get married only after Manfred won his first case. As such, Manfred got his first guilty verdict no less then two weeks ago. In their years of dating, there were moments of joy, and moments of anguish, but it was all irrelevant now. They released each other’s lips, and continued to gaze into their lover’s eyes. Angelica whispered, “I love you.” Those simple words made Manfred a flutter, even though they exchanged those words a thousand times over. He whispered back, “I love you too, Angelica.”

Angelica smiled, blushed, and playfully pulled back a little. She was talking in her normal voice. “Do you know why I love you, Manfred?” He was a little confused, for that is something not normally asked on one’s wedding day. But he leaned in, and replied, “Why do you love me, Angelica?” She giggled like a schoolgirl, and answered as she wrapped her arms around Manfred’s strong shoulders. “Well, you are smart, handsome, strong, compassionate, and caring men I have ever met.” Manfred chuckled, and pulled Angelica close to himself. “Well, do you know why I love you, Angelica?” She smiled and replied, “No, why do you love me, Manfred?” He was slightly embarrassed, and answered, “Well, in truth, you remind me of my sister.” She planted her face into Manfred’s shoulder, laughing at such an odd answer. Now extremely embarrassed, the newlywed man continued. “It’s not what you think.” He pulled Angelica’s face near his, and looked into her eyes again. “She was my best friend when I was a kid. She was kind, patient, compassionate, and smart. You remind me of her sometimes, and that makes me happy.” He was saying this in an almost desperate tone, as to not scare off his wife. But, Angelica leaned in, and kissed him. She pulled back, and replied, “Well, that is very sweet of you. Maybe I should meet this girl. If she’s that special to you, that only means I will be that special to you, as your wife.” They stared in silence once more. The limo stopped, and Manfred realized that they needed to get out to the reception, even though he could spend all of time in that one spot. He opened the door, and led Angelica in, arms locked around the others.

The reception was in full swing shortly after the newlywed’s arrival. There was singing, dancing, toasts and speeches, even a humorous dance routine made by Manfred’s best men. The party went on until the evening, and had no signs of stopping soon. Manfred and Angelica spend most of their time together. But, around sunset, Victoria found the couple. She had an expensive camera around her neck, and wanted to take their picture. After the single photo that was taken, the one that Manfred would cherish forever, he introduced Angelica to Victoria. Immediately, they were like sisters. They talked a lot, which pleased Manfred. It was good to know his sister could get along with his wife, and her sister-in-law.

After their conversation, Victoria approached Manfred. Angelica understood that she wanted to talk to her brother in private, so with a peck on Manfred’s lips, she went and joined in the party. Victoria said to Manfred, “Wanna take a walk? The noise is giving me a headache.” Manfred agreed. It had been while since they talked to each other, so it was a perfect time to catch up. They decided to walk in the sidewalk around the building the reception was held.

“So, you’re a lawyer now?” Manfred responded with some pride. “Yup. A Prosecutor. Won my first case two weeks ago.” Victoria responded in a congratulatory tone. “Wow! Very impressive. That’s not an easy feat, or so I hear.” Manfred answered, “Well, it helped that I did a lot of mock trial in school. I think I have a good technique down.” Manfred decided to switch the subject. “How is photography treating you?” Victoria answered, “Well, it’s not a great paying job, but I have fun with it. You’re lucky I decided to take pictures for free today. I don’t do that for everybody, you know.” Manfred laughed and said, “Thanks again, Victoria.” She smiled and playfully responded, “Oh, it was nothing. Anything for my brother.” They kept walking and talking for some time.

But, Victoria noticed an odd reflection in her glasses.

“Manfred.” Victoria said flatly, interrupting him. “I think someone is following us.” He looked behind him, and saw a dark figure, keeping his distance. When he looked, the man’s walk started to get faster. Even with the bright streetlamps, nothing could be made out from the figure. Manfred whispered, “Run.” The two started picking up their pace, only to have the figure behind them get faster. The two entered a full sprint, as to get anywhere but where they were. Suddenly, two figures emerged from an alleyway, nabbing the two and covering their mouths. The two figures were incredibly strong, and the two couldn’t make a sound. Knives were pointed at their neck as they were pulled into the dark alleyway. Manfred was tied to a water pipe, unable to move. As Victoria was pinned to the ground, the men wrapped tight cloths around their mouths. Then, the figure that was following the two steeped into full light, and Manfred’s eyes widened as he realized who the man was.

“Hello, Mr. Prosecutor.” The man said in a slimy tone. Manfred did not know the man’s name, but the mark on his face was undeniable. He was part of a gang of thugs, whose boss Manfred found guilty of robbery and murder two weeks ago. He thought the gang would disband, but one of the underlings must have taken over. Manfred wanted to say something, but the gag was too much. He man held his own knife up. “Listen well, Mr. Prosecutor. This is what happens when you mess with us. Consider this a warning. I’m not going to kill you. But what will happen is much, much worse then death. That girl? I’m going to have some ‘fun’ with her.” Victoria and Manfred’s eyes widened much more, and Victoria shook in fear. The man walked over to the pinned down girl, and made one slash on the shirt.

Manfred looked away from Miles and Franziska, and shook in terror, like they had never seen him do. Miles could already guess what was to happen, but the question had to be asked. “What happened to you sister?” Manfred regained his composure, and looked into his children’s eyes. “Those thugs… they forced me to watch. My sister was raped and killed right in front of my eyes.” Franziska gasped and covered her mouth in horror. She had heard a multitude of stories from her clients about rape and murder, but hearing it from her father, about her own aunt no less, was terrifying. Manfred continued the story again.

“After he finished, he cut me from the ropes holding me back.”

It began to rain. The thugs left, laughing. Victoria lay beaten and torn. Her breath became heavier by the second. Tears formed in Manfred’s eyes, as he approached his sister weakly. With her last breath, she smiled, and said, “Don’t worry about me. You… you just need to… take care of your wife…” she looked into his eyes. “Remember Manfred… stay strong… for me.” With those words, she allowed the cold blanket of death cover her. Manfred released a torrent of tears, as he closed Victoria’s eyes. He bent over, allowing the rain to beat him like stones. He straightened up, and screamed to the heavens, ‘VICTORIA!!!” and bent back over her, crying harder then ever before.

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Woah. Amazing spectacle of writing, in my opinion. I didn't expect that at all. I love the way you write, how you build up suspense. 5 stars, all the way. The municipality is proud.

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Really? Thanks!

It was really freaking hard to write. Not that it was hard in the sense of thinking of the right words, but having to kill Victoria. And it's only gonna get worse for Manfred.

Now, I believe there is something to clarify. I DON'T HATE MANFRED. In fact, he is one of my favorite characters. The entire reason I'm writing this crazy story is because I believe there is a humanity that the game didn't show. If I can make you feel sorry for Manfred and his ordeals, then I've done my job. If I hated him, he would be dead by now. The fact is, he has a story that needs to be told.

Now, for the coming chapters...

Fans disappointed by a lack of Derek at this point should not fear. He will be playing a big part in the next few chapters, along with Angie. I'll be after Manfred finishes his story, expect how Miles and Franziska will take all this in. And I'm not done with shocking twists.

I keep saying this, but I think it bears repeating. Thanks for all the people that are reading this story. You're my inspiration to keep this story moving to it's finale. And oh, what a finale I have planned.

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I remember you talking about spoilers to Hotel Dusk. I haven't played it, but where are they? (spoil it for me for all I care, just not GS3.)

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Not really spoilers, just references to characters. The point was the book Franziska was reading in Chapter 6 featured two characters you learn about. One you see and talk too, one you just hear about. And there will be a reference in the next chapter too. A defense attorney, more specifically. I was going to go with some generic defense attorney, but when I learned about him in Hotel Dusk, I figured he'll be perfect for the next set piece.

It's quite predictable what will happen, but I think I can throw in some interesting bits.

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I've been reading this and it's turning out great. :D Keep up the good work!

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Omg I love you jk

I can't believe I'm saying this but... ; A ; Uguuu... Manfred... YOU NEED A HUG! *HUGS!* @_@ As cuddly as a baby porcupine... *falls over*

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Staying home from school helped me a few ways. One, it have me a break from all the crap I have to deal with. Two, I could relax for once. And three, I an write more fanfiction for my willing audience.

Comments, reactions, you know the drill.

The Death of Manfred Von Karma
Chapter Nine

Miles and Franziska just sat motionless in their seats. Manfred’s words rang loudly within the silent hospital room. The story chilled their spines, not only because of the gruesome fate of Victoria, but the two could only imagine how the nightmare plagued Manfred for so many years. Miles, once again knowing what had to be said, asked in a shaky tone, “What happened next, Manfred?” The elder Von Karma sighed heavily, recalling the painful memory. “The next day, he was arrested. After reporting his description to the police, they caught the thug that murdered my sister. I identified him in a line up. After that, a trail was set.” Franziska made an interruption out of nerves and terror. “Did something happen at the trial, Papa?” Manfred turned to his daughter, and responded gravely, “Oh Yes. Something happened at that trial.”

“The trial went on for only one day.”

Manfred was in the prosecution’s waiting room. It was a few minutes before the trial, and Manfred was extremely nervous. Angelica was not allowed in the room, something Manfred wasn’t too keen about, but he knew how procedure should be. In the room, a tall, plainly dressed man paced back and forth, reading the case file one more time. His name was Jerry McCoy, the prosecuting attorney in this case. He was an honest man, simply trying to make a living serving the lay. Although he was short in stature and nearly 50 years old, he had an impressive record and a sharp mind. He looked up from his file and looked at his client. In a reassuring tone, he stated, “Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.” Manfred looked towards the grayed attorney, and questioned, “How do you know?” McCoy thought for a moment, and turned to Manfred. “I don’t. But if I worried, it would only make things worse, right?” He sat down next to his nervous client. “Listen, you’re not the only witness. There were some pedestrians who saw the men, doing exactly what you said they were doing. There is evidence of your kidnapping, and other details.” Jerry smiled some.

“Everything is perfect.”

Manfred took security in that word. Perfect. As long as he told the truth, everything would work out perfectly. Manfred was less nervous, and finally smiled. McCoy got up, and opened the door. It was time.

The judge banged his gavel to quiet the crowd. With a powerful voice, he announced, “This court will now come to order for the trail of State vs. Malloy. Is the defense prepared, Mr. Damon?” The defense attorney was Larry Damon, notorious for many reasons. A genius of the courtroom, he could convince a jury that night was day and the sky was green. “The defense is prepared, your honor.” He said in a low, but confident tone.” The judge acknowledged, and asked, “Is the prosecution prepared, Mr. McCoy?” Jerry nodded and responded, “Yes, your honor.” The judge, always happy to see things are moving swimmingly, followed up. “Alright, then. The prosecution will give their opening statement to this court.” McCoy straightened up, and projected for the whole courtroom to hear. Years of being an actor helped in this. “Ladies and gentlemen of the court, the prosecution will prove today that, beyond all reasonable doubt, that Mr. Malloy is guilty of the heinous crimes against my client’s sister, Victoria Von Karma.” McCoy nodded to the judge with his right hand underneath his chin, a simple, yet signature move of his. “Clear and to the point, as always, Mr. McCoy.” The judge banged his gavel. “The prosecution will call their first witness.”

The deliberations took hours. Three witnesses came up, telling the same tale of a man that looked like the defendant laughing his way out of an alley, bragging about what he did to Victoria. Finally, Manfred took the stand, and delivered his terrible story. Everyone in that courtroom wanted Malloy to be found guilty. But, during the whole trial, Damon rarely said a word. He simply verified details. McCoy was cocky, and thought that the trial was his. Manfred, however, had a bad feeling about Damon’s actions. It was almost if it was… intentional. It was almost as if he was waiting to do something. Finally, after Manfred stepped down, the judge was wide eyed. “Well now… I believe everything is clear to us. The testimonies are solid, and it appears that there is no room for doubt.” Manfred was somewhat relieved. It would be all over now. The judge raised his gavel. “The court finds Mr. Malloy…”

“OBJECTION!”

The whole courtroom turned to the defense’s stand, to see Mr. Damon extending his right arm towards the judge. “Wait one moment, your honor.” Mr. Damon said in a maleficent tone. Manfred thought, “Oh no.” Larry stood, hands on hips, extremely pleased with himself, and announced, “I think Mr. Malloy has something to say.” The judge sat wide-eyed and answered, “Well… I don’t see why we can’t.” Jerry, desperate, shouted, “Objection!” Sweating bullets, he stood his ground. “Mr. Damon was supposed to speak for Mr. Malloy!” “Objection!” Larry responded, in which he almost chuckled, highly amused with himself. “There are some things only the defendant can attest to.” The judge nodded in agreement. “I see. The court will allow a statement from Mr. Malloy.” McCoy grinded his teeth a bit beneath his lips. He did not see this move coming.

Mr. Malloy took the stand. His head was slinking, acting like a depressed dog. Damon started questioning. “Mr. Malloy. In these proceedings, you have been accused of rape and murder. Are these charges accurate?” Malloy looked up towards the judge, and plainly said, “No. I go to that alleyway dump off my garbage. I didn’t even see Mr. Von Karma or the victim.” Damon looked across to McCoy. “The defense would like to ask the prosecution about Mr. Malloy’s motive.” Jerry was a little taken back, but answered powerfully, ”The motive for Mr. Malloy is that he is clearly a part of the gang that my client, Mr. Von Karma, had put their leader to a life sentence, and killed the victim as revenge.” Larry smirked. “Correction. WAS part of a gang. There is no evidence that currently links Mr. Malloy to the gang today.” The courtroom murmured, which the judge banged his gavel for order. Not waiting for the noise to die down, Jerry shouted, “Objection! The timeframe of the crime and the markings on Mr. Malloy’s face are too coincidental!” Damon snapped back. “Objection! That’s all it is! A coincidence!” The crowd got louder. The judge shouted powerfully, without the aid of his gavel “Order in my courtroom!” The crowd became dead silent. The judged closed his eyes in concentration. He opened them, and began to address the court. “The defense has a point, Mr. McCoy. All this time, there have been only coincidental circumstances. You have yet to present hard evidence.” Jerry answered, “But, your honor! My client saw the defendant face-to-face!” Before the judge could respond, Larry chimed in. “The crime happened in a dark alleyway. With no clear lights, there is no way he could positively identify my client.” McCoy shot back, “The moonlight was enough to get a clear look at the defendant!” to which Larry countered, “With the autopsy report messed up by the heavy rain that evening, there was no accurate time of death, THEREFORE, it could have been raining heavily at the time of the crime, thus obscuring Mr. Von Karma’s view!” Jerry retaliated hard. If he gave up on his attack, the case was over. “Are you implying that Mr. Von Karma’s testimony was inaccurate?” Larry, instead of shooting back, smiled ear to ear, and leaned back where he stood. Mr. McCoy fell right into his perfectly laid trap.

“He is clearly lying, and for a good reason too.” The crowd erupted in noise, but Manfred sat in silence, watching the “perfect” prosecution being per verbally shot down before them. Larry continued after the judge quite the court with his ringing gavel. “In the gang rings, my client was to be in command after their leader was nixed. But, shortly before Mr. Von Karma put the leader away, he left the gang to get a better life. Mr. Von Karma, fearing that the gang would retaliate, decided to use his sister’s murder as a vehicle to carry out final vengeance against the gang itself.” He looked at Manfred at the prosecution’s table, and said with a poison in his breath, “A noble cause, but to use your sister’s death? You should be ashamed.” Manfred stood in anger. “You monster! How dare you accuse me…” but before he could finish, the judge interrupted, “Mr. Von Karma! You will settle down, or I will hold you contempt of court! Do I make my self absolutely clear?!” Manfred sank back down, broken, defeated. “Crystal, your honor.” The judge turned back to McCoy. “Now, can the prosecution refute this claim, or is there a distinct possibility that Mr. Malloy was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time?” McCoy, feeling the weight of his defeat, whimpered, “Yes, it is a possibility.” The crowd murmured once more. The judge banged his gavel.

“I will now express my thoughts on the matter at hand. The defense has adequately told the court the distinct possibility that the defendant, Mr. Malloy, did not commit the crime. The prosecution failed to present solid evidence, and there is the possibility of flawed testimony. Considering the circumstances, I do not see any reason for this trial to go on.” Manfred wanted to scream something, anything. Something to pin the blame on Mr. Malloy. But, it was the truth. There was no more evidence, no more testimony. There was nothing that could be done. Under his breath, he whispered, “Victoria… I’m so sorry…” he judge announced, “The court finds Mr. Malloy NOT GUILTY.” The judge raised his gavel high, and said, ‘Court is adjourned.”

“The ringing of the gavel striking the judge’s table was deafening to me. That sound would begin my decent into madness. In that moment, ‘Perfect’ was no longer a word. It became the virus that infected my very being.”

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Wait, are we talking about Law and Order's McCoy? Because if so, his name is Jack McCoy.

And also, there were other witnesses. How could he refute those too?

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I know. I just wanted to combine Jerry Orbach and Jack McCoy. Cuz' I could.

And really, Von Karma was the main witness. The others simply saw him exiting the alleyway. The whole plan Damon had was simply destroy Karma's testimony, dismantle the case. And Manfred's outburst didn't help matters either. And Manfred kinda bet on the wrong horse with McCoy.

The main problem with McCoy was that he wasn't willing to refute Damon. He wasn't willing to take a risk, because the main motive was Malloy was in a gang, but McCoy failed to really prove that.

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Ooohhhh. ... Man I miss Lenny Briscoe... Jerry Orbach, rest in peace...

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Right...

All in all, did you enjoy the chapter?

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Oh yes. Definitely. Very good explaination on his obsession with perfection. I was expecting father issues, but this is better! :3

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Father issues? That's SOOOO Empire Strikes Back. >:3

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HEY! Don't make fun of Vader! Vader rules! *uses force choke*

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*force lightning*

Bro, I ain't no Vader Hater.

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*phew* Thank goodness.

The force is strong with this one.

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O_O Very well written! Now I hate Damon more than ever XD (played PW before Hotel Dusk).

I really can't wait for the next chapters. :D Keep up the good work!

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That's why I love writing about villains. Sure, I can give some humanity to them, but when I want them evil, I love running with it.

I had one idea, but I felt it wasn't appropriate for this case. But, I'll tell you anyway.

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Damon returned everyone's attention to himself. "Furthermore, the defense withes to present this evidence." The judge nods in agreement, as McCoy searches frantically in his mind for something he can use to turn the case around. Alas, he was drawing blanks. Larry chuckled, and pulled some magazines from under his desk. The judge became wide eyed. "Mr. Damon! Pornographic material is not allowed in my courtroom!" Damon raised a finger, and stated, "What's more important here is WHOSE magazines these belong to." The judge was puzzled, but allowed Damon to continue. "These belong to Mr. Melloy. More importantly, is that every single woman in this magazine is a redhead in her 20s. Therefore," he punctuated with dropping the magazines onto his desk, "He has no interest in blue haired women in their thirties." Jerry and Manfred felt the pangs of rage and annoyance.

It would go on about receipts and what not, but I nixed the idea because, well, it was kinda stupid, and a weak point at best.

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Wait, if Manfred tried to get Edgeworth guilty, Edgewort also finding out that Manny killed his dad, isn't that weird that he feels sorry for him, and why are you saying manny is his dad anyways?

Don't mean to be mean and all but isn't that a lil weird?

I due time, ma boi. In due time.

Mind you, Manfred is Edgeworth surrogate father. I don't think Manfred would raise Miles like his own son just to "get back at the Edgeworth family." Not to diss Croik or anything, but I she had it backwards about raising Miles.

Everything will reveal itself soon. There is only FOUR MORE CHAPTERS until the conclusion of this story! We're entering into the home stretch, and I'm not done with the shocking twists and turns!

Don't miss it!

Seriously, I'm needy.

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too dramatic ma boi

Wow, two new chapters. I have been absent for a while, it seems...

Overall, a job well done once again. I liked seeing how Manfred's obsession with the guilty verdict began, as well as the falsification of testimonies and evidence. The pieces are certainly starting to come together...

Chapter 9 was very hard to read. It would be a lot easier to read if you made separate paragraphs for every piece of dialogue.

Side note: I had a feeling that you were going to go the rape route with Victoria, and I'm a little disappointed that you did. I mean, it's not unbelievable or out of place within the context of the story; I'm just tired of seeing rape as a plot device in fanfiction. Would you have written it the same way if Victoria had been a man? But on the other hand, I can understand the decision to write it the way that you did, because thugs are thugs. So I'm just ranting unnecessarily now. :P

But still, a good read as always. I eagerly await the next installment.

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Your argument is quite valid, and I do see your point, but let me offer this.

Seeing a family member killed is one thing. But, I didn't think it was powerful enough. Watching someone killed before your eyes is one this, watching your sister raed then killed, then seeing the assailant go scott-free? That's life changing. That's something you don't let go of.

And the bond between two brothers and a brother/sister are two very different things. Now, if my brother was killed, I think I would just try to figure out who did it. If my sister was killed right in front of me, I would chase the bastard to the ends of the earth so I could tear him apart with my own two hands. If it was Victor von Karma, the bond wouldn't quite strong enough. Do you understand what I'm ultimately saying?

Trust me, I didn't want to kill Victoria. I sincerely hate the fact that I had to. But it's a tragedy. Shit has to hit the fan in bigger ways then just "My brother was killed in front of me."

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I love this so much! Can you not end this so soon?

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This ending must be swift! A moving body leaves it's greatest resultant force the faster the body come to rest!

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An amazing fanfic! I absolutley love it and eagerly await the next chapter!

ps, I love how you combined Jerry Orbach & Jack McCoy. I heard that there was a last minute desicion to continue Law & Order, so it won't be cancelled!

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For once, I actually feel sorry fir this crazy old man.

Your fanfic is awesome, keep it up!

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Perfect... just as would want it to be... This whole text made Karma look more human, yet not less fightening - the whole story with his sister being raped and murdered and the murderer being released make a good "motive" for his obsession, and that is making him even more dangerous - if considered this "perfection" kind of revenge and serving his beloved sister's memory, this obsession would have been way stronger that just a personal ambition.

A demon which hunts but is also being hunted... I am looking forward to the grande finale of this story

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WE WANT THE NEXT CHAPTER! WE WANT THE NEXT CHAPTER!

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I am FINALLY finished with High School. Good bye and good riddance, I say.

I now have the free-time to write. I haven't finished the next chapter, but I will have it done soon.

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NEXT CHAPTER OR THIS GUY WILL THROW BEANS AT YOU!


IM'A CHARGING MY LAZER BEANS!

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Finish it soon or we're going to riot.

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Everyone, i just want a general consensus. Do you want me to post one more chapter, or wait a little longer, and I can finish the story in the next update (excluding epilogue)?

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Next chapter.

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