A/N: And... here we go. The Epilogue, the end of this story. Oh, dude... It came so fast. I mean, I really enjoyed writing and publishing this story. I've never expected I'd receive so many positive reviews, I thought that nobody would notice this story. But you all writing like 'cool story', 'keep updating', and 'well written'... it really made me feel like... I can't even describe it. I really appreciate every published review, 'cause publishing this story was something more than just writing it. English is not my mother-language and it was (and I think it still is) very hard to me to publish something in English, even if I think I know it quite well. Of course, I know I probably made tons of mistakes - of any kind - but I learnt a lot while writing it and I hope to not make these mistakes never again.

The most inspiring thing for me were the reviewers, who were leaving they reviews frequently - Kyle McShade, green aura, jimbo74, iamfinethanks and The Volcanologist - reading your reviews was a pure pleasure. I really estimate a fact you've been spending some time of your lifes to type your reviews. It's really heart-warming.

This story is ending, but if someone wonders, will I write another multi-chap story - yes, I will. I'm working at few stories from 'iCarly' fandom right now. They are 'lighter' than 'The Throat Ripper' and I wish to publish them one day, maybe sooner than I expect. Everything depends of my inspiration, will it come or not. ;) But I really got caught in writing multi-chaps, so I think I'll do all my best to publish at least one of this kind of stories. And, of couse, there still are one-shots. Yep, I've got some ideas and I hope they'll turn in something I'll like and - what is more important - you'll like. :)

Okay, I suppose you're all bored of my blah blah blah speech already, so there's the last thing I want to say for all of you - reviewers or just readers, who never shown up - thank you. You gave me a power.

Epilogue

When he's entering the execution room, he can't restrain himself from looking at the audience behind the wall from a hard glass. He wants to know, how much people came to see his death. There are wardens and some strange people sitting on the chairs - maybe there are families of people he sent on the other side. It flatters him that all of them came to see his death - it makes the journey to the other side even more exciting.

These people, families of those he killed. They should be grateful. He helped their loved ones in going to the better side, where they won't be supposed to worry about mundane things, he assured him to be happy. By killing, he wanted to assure people happiness and make them not to worry anymore. And that's why he's called a murderer?

But now... now he'll get to the other side by himself. He'll greet a death like an old friend, they'll walk across the bridge to this other, better side, shoulder to shoulder. He laughs in happiness and gazes at the audience for the last time.

He notices new person, who sneaks in the room. He knows him, that's this guy he almost killed. This guy, who was able to die for his sister. He surely loves her very much. He looks at him with a straight face, with a cold contempt in his eyes. But why? He didn't do anything wrong, he just wanted to make that girl happy, he wanted to make the world a better place, but he didn't tell it anybody, though...

The warden seats him at a gurney and pins his wrists and ankles by a wide, leather belts. It's not necessary, because he doesn't want to run away... not again. He's not afraid of death. On the contrary, he's expecting it, because he knows that after it he'll be happy forever. He's sure that God will take him to his Kingdom, after all, he made happy so many people, helping them to get to the other side. He starts to laugh again.

He doesn't feel any pain, when a moment later the poison begins to flow in his veins. He dies, laughing.