❛ go on then - kill me ! ❜ / spencer :)
Eden’s eyes are filled with fury. Even as Spencer lay there, slumped, bloodied and beaten, he still challenges her. ‘ Go on then, kill me ! ’ Oh, she will make damn sure he eats those words. After all these years of being at each others’ throats, Spencer should know by now that if anyone was going to kill him, it would be her. Perhaps he thinks they have too much history for her to go through with it, or perhaps he is asking because he does know she will kill him.
If this had been a few years ago, Eden would have leveled with her own inner morals in terms of killing Spencer. Was he worth it? Would it serve her? But now, none of that seemed to matter anymore. There was no leveling, there was no contemplation. Eden knew only one of them would be walking out of here alive. Perhaps in the moment, Spencer would fight back, but Eden would do everything in her power to make sure he didn’t leave... even if she paid the price of her life for it.
It was a fascinating thing : how much hatred could masquerade as selflessness. It was not a noble sacrifice. It was filled with anger, venom, rage. She would not go down a hero, but if she went down with his blood on her hands, it would be worth it.
Her grip tightens on the knife in her hand. She had a gun tucked into her belt, but this... this was personal. Eden’s eyes follow Spencer’s as he looks down at the knife, and she lunges forward, aiming to drive it into his chest. Surprisingly, Spencer takes the defensive – perhaps human instinct – and he weakly tries to push her off him. He manages to knock her onto the ground beside him, sending the knife clattering across the floor, but Eden scrambles back up, nails clawing into the fabric of his coat as she yanks him towards her.
Spencer lets out a pained grunt as he stumbles back over. His hands are once again pushing her away, but Eden’s persistence is stronger. She climbs over him, grabbing the knife from where it had fallen to the floor, and then she quickly moves to pin him down.
There’s nowhere for him to run now; his grip weakens as he loses more blood, but there’s a chance he would crawl out of there alive if Eden didn’t finish the job here. Now. Without hesitation, even as the eyes she had known for many years look up at her with heavy, swollen lids, Eden drives the knife into his chest.
She aims for the heart.
Spencer lets out a choking noise, and while Eden knew he would die from the stab alone, she twists the knife for extra measure. Leaning in now, close to his face as he chokes on his own blood, Eden presses a kiss to Spencer’s temple before her lips move to practically touch his ear. She whispers her final phrase to him, one she’d uttered to him many times before.
❛ I’ll see you in Hell. ❜









