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AN: I've been in a bad mood lately so I thought I'd do one last chapter of FfmM. For those of you who think the main character is a Karma Houdini this one's for you!

That stupid old man thinks he's better than me. He claims that the girls who ruined my life would have saved me. I scoff at his foolish ideals! I saved the world all by myself with my power and that power alone! It was child's play to trick those fools into thinking that they were safe while I destroyed their base unopposed.

Now I am free and if that old duffer believes he can stop me with that feeble body of his, well, I'd like to see him try it! I shall overcome whatever madness that fool can cook up, because I am more than a man. No, more like a GOD! I am strong, almost to the point of being a Adonis. I stood up and prepared myself to end that fool's dream once and for all when I saw that the door leading out of my room was starting to break apart.

NO! How did he find out about my lair? He couldn't have the power to read my mind unless...I was just a Delusion of his all along. His face overcame my vision and he nodded to prove that my fears were well grounded in reality. Soon the police barged in and arrested me for multiple charges of murder. I tried to break free with a delusion of my own, but that old man shut off my powers! Judging from the look of scorn on his face I take it those girls, insane as they were, they just wanted to help me. In my blind panic I killed them all and soon fell from any grace I could had saved.

Some hero I turned out to be. I guess it's true that the truth will set you free, if you're willing to allow it to do so. Now I am no longer free and it's there that I realize something that I should had when I saw him; He was seeing my life though my eyes because I was meant to be the new version of himself. I was to be his last hope but I became his greatest nightmare. I was never free from my madness and I never will be.

My trial was quick and painful, the families of my victims cursing me as a monster for killing their daughters. I was found guilty and sentenced to life in prison with no chance of parole.

It has been over a decade since that fateful day. The old man died a year or so after the trail and no one will come to visit me. I guess that's to be expected as I murdered innocent, if insane women. This dark cell is my home now and it shall be the place where I shall die, with no one to mourn my passing.

Fate had other plans for me however and during one of my cleaning shifts I fell off the roof and died. I soon felt burning hands grasp onto my very soul and were trying to drag me into Hell. I fought against their pull as hard as I could before they overpowered me. The descent into Hell was painful as flames licked my body and blades cut into my soul as I screamed to be released. The voices told me 'No', as I was a sinner and deserved this horrid fate.

Before the opening closed shut for me forever I saw the girls standing, no, floating just above it, looking at me with such contempt. I begged them to help me but they ignored me before the opening closed shut, leaving me to my doom.

Hell is my home now. My only relief from this was the short view of the angels that tried to help me. I was too foolish and stupid to understand that.

I will never be free from my madness.

"You know what they say: The best glimpse of Heaven is on the way into Hell!"

Trent, Total Drama Island