I don't own the characters, blah blah copyright crap blah.
All I own is my fingers that I used to type this.
Spades stood atop the rooftop of The Felt's mansion, Doc Scratch's revolver clutched tightly in his right hand. Across from him, a small ways away, stood what he believed to be the biggest bitch in existence, Snowman. He knew it would come down to this eventually. He was prepared to do what was needed.
"Spades." The name rolled off of Snowman's tongue, her voice like venom. A sweet venom, Spades thought. "It's time to end this. This whole thing has gone on long enough. We both know it." She was right. Yet, he couldn't raise the gun.
"Don't start this now. You know there was no way it could have worked." What was she talking about? Oh yeah, his "not so black yet not so red" feelings for her. Fuck, she was pretty much reading his mind. Still, he found it difficult to do anything at the moment. He couldn't even speak.
"We both know this has to be done. This universe's time is up." Again, she was right. "Besides. I know you want to kill me. You know you want to kill me. You've always wanted to. So just do it, Spades. Raise the gun. Pull the trigger."
Spades was shaking. Though it was barely visible, he was sure she could see it. Gripping the gun tighter, he still could not find the will to lift his arm. Now that he was actually here, with the choice to kill her, the means to kill her... He could not bring himself to do it. So many things were racing through his mind. He became lost in thought.
"Damnit, Spades!" And was immediately snapped back into reality. Damn her voice. So sharp and cruel, yet impossible to ignore. She glared at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of fury and annoyance, Spades noticed. And, something else.. Was that fear? Pain? Did she not want to die? That's stupid. Of course she didn't want to die. "Stop thinking. Just get on with it. This has to be done."
He glared at her in return. Trembling, but only slightly, he let only one single word be heard from him. "Alright." This was it. It was time. No turning back. He was immediately calmed, after saying that. It was like a reassurance of sorts. A coming to terms, if you will. He stopped trembling, the gun now steady in his hand.
A smile tugged at Snowman's lips, soon spreading across her face. She knew he would be able to do this. "What are you waiting for?" Her eyes met his. All was calm at this moment. Her last few moments. She spoke her final words, and she was glad it was to him. "Draw, Spades."
That was it. Spades brought his arm up, slowly, aiming the barrel of it directly at Snowman's heart. A frown crossed his face, not unlike his normal one, but this due to both anger and sadness. His finger tightened on the trigger. Not a second later, he pulled the trigger.
Bang.
So short, I know. ;_;
My first fanfiction for Homestuck, and the first fanfic I have finished in a long while.
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Thanks for reading! :D