May's Justice

A Turnabout Gone Wrong

May was greeted by the sound of her colleagues chatting about their cases. She felt a slim pillow pressed against her head and a thin blanket covering the tip of her toes to the rim of her neck. Slowly, her eyelids opened and a saw a vision of Trucy sitting next to her bed. Her head spun round and round. She wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not.

Other than her colleagues, there were Two dead women in the room: Mia Fey and Delia Ketchum. Both of them were wearing the same style kimono that Maya was wearing. She could tell that Maya had channelled her sister from the style of her hair. Delia's hairstyle pigtails were shaped like a cross between a pretzel and a heart.

"May!" Trucy exclaimed with tears dripping down her cheeks. "I'm so happy that you're alright."

"What happened to me?" May asked. She pushed herself against the back of the bed, as she looked down and saw a thin white dress covering her body. May gasped for breath, she felt so embarrassed to be in such a terrible state.

"You're in hospital," Trucy explained to her as she put her hands on her shoulders. Somehow, the calm tone in Trucy's voice helped calm her down. "The doctors said you had a heart attack caused by a caffeine overdose." May had noticed three red circles clustered together on the side of her neck. Then she remembered Ash saying that the spirit she channelled tried to strangle Trucy. Ash would have witnessed everything during recess.

"So you'll need to cut down on your coffee," Mia demanded. "Your dad died from the same thing."

May gasped. Trucy's touch seemed real, but seeing Mia and Delia standing next to each other still felt bizarre. "Mom? Mrs. Ketchum?"

"May, I'm really happy that you cleared Ash's name, but that wasn't me you channelled!" Delia said in a soft voice. "It was actually Dahlia Hawthorne."

"Your intentions were good," Phoenix praised May. "But there is a very good reason why I don't get Maya nor Pearls to channel the victims. Your grandmother was once hired to channel a spirit of a murdered victim, the spirit had accused the wrong person of murder. It caused your grandmother's reputation to be destroyed."

"But how did I end up channelling Dahlia Hawthorne?" May demanded to know. She didn't want a life story of her birth family, she just wanted to know how she ended up channelling the wrong person.

"Dahlia took over your body," Delia responded with her arms folded. "I couldn't have contacted you because Dahlia got in first."

"Dahlia used your lack of spiritual training to her advantage," Mia said. "You do have spiritual powers, which is explains why you can see psyche-locks without a magatama. Not even the most skilled of spirit mediums can do that."

"Sorry Trucy," May mumbled.

Trucy jumped. "What are you saying sorry for?"

"For strangling you!"

"That's not your fault," Phoenix told May. "You couldn't have controlled Dahlia's spirit anyway."

"Who was the last person you saw, Mrs. Ketchum?" Apollo asked Delia.

"Shelly De Killer," Delia replied. "He came in just as Ash and Misty left."

"So it must have been De Killer that shot you!"

Delia shook her head. "It wasn't him. He was holding a knife."

"Who would Dahlia Hawthorne be protecting?" Mia asked, scratching her chin.

"Her daughter, of course," Phoenix replied with a grin on his face.

"Dahlia Hawthorne has a daughter?" Mia exclaimed in utter disgust. Her eyes widened tenfold as her fists clenched by her side. "Who let that thing breed?"