In the dark but in the light, The Viper doesn't need to train his eye to the sight before him. His conscious and subconscious both used to the sight of a prone motionless body. Had he done it? He stands staring down at the limp figure at his feet. The dark haired mess on the floor makes no movement, no excuse that he's taken his last breath. Stomach down, his face rests in the shallow pool of his blood.
Evan…
Blood trickling from his nose and drying on his lips, the younger man otherwise looked not of death, but as he had in life.
I didn't… I did. I wanted to? I didn't.
Silver eyes scanned the body below him. His cluttered brain taking in exactly what it was that he'd lost. He had taken Evan from himself.
Why? Do I remember why I did it?
Emotionless clouded orbs disappear to the back of his mind where the inaudible mutterings spawn, wrecking his thoughts. The apex predator ground his teeth, exhaling a deep breath, knowing that something had made him feel strongly about ending the life before him, though what it was was hard to recall. The moment of anger, of rage and hatred had passed and he was left with the consequences.
Evan, loyal to a fault. The kind of obedience that put Legacy to shame…
A hand passed the fade of Orton's hairline, trying to brush himself free of the images that now ruthlessly stabbed at his memories. Bursts of his recent actions flood the back of his eyes as he relives the high flyer's last minutes. He remembered the scratches coming to life on his inked forearms. Remembered how Evan had fought back. The fight in the younger man had only proved to fuel his manic behavior as he abused him. Flashes of himself throwing Evan around the room burned inside his skull. The painful cries. Screaming violence of an irrational fit. Gripped by his affliction, the viper had had malice intent. The final scene plays out as he relives the look on Evan's face as he so pathetically tried escaping, crawling across the carpet as best his beaten body could manage. He had toyed with his victim, kicked him before pinning his weight on top of him. He let his hands cage the smaller mans neck, robbing him of oxygen as he fought back desperately. In the final moments of struggle he remembered the blanket of euphoria that had coated him. The feeling of accomplishment, of sheer delightfulness, of fulfillment. He'd moved his hand to the base of Evan's skull, the other to his jawline before sending a jolting snap through the other mans body, disaligning the vital vertebras. And just as suddenly as the flashback had appeared it was gone again.
The Killer drops carelessly to his knees beside the body. A hand reaches out to the still form, then grabs hold of it, moving it closer to his own til he's cradling the limp Bourne in his embrace.
He knew. You knew what it meant when you got involved with a monster. Knew my tendencies. Knew of the things I was capable of, both willingly and unwillingly. Does it make it fair? No. He deserved different. Not the months of unpredictable, erratic behavior. Hot and cold moments of undeterminable feelings. The second guessing. And I knew. I knew you walked on eggshells around me, not knowing which of me might surface at any given time of the day. I know. Part of me thought it might end this way. But did I want to believe?
Viper eyes slam tight and his breathing builds deep. Moments pass of just running crimson soaked fingers through the short raven hair of his slaughtered love.
I'm sorry Evan.
His silver eyes open again and he once more finds himself looking to the reality of what he was. He gazes at Evan, leaning down with effort to place his venom lips to his forehead.
I love you.