A/N: This is how I think Franco should have died. (Maybe it still could happen, you never know if he's really dead or not.) Anyway, I don't write many GH fanfictions, this is my first one in a long time, but I hope that you like it! It's just a short oneshot.
There Sam was, face to face with him. The man that had been haunting her nightmares for the last month, and he had that smug grin on his face. The one that he always had. Sam knew one thing for sure, and that was that she hated him in ways that she didn't know was possible. She hated him for everything that he had put her and Jason through during what was supposed to be one of the happiest times of their lives.
It was different than last time, because she was the one in control. He was standing there defenseless, just as she was when he took advantage of her. This time she was holding a gun when he had nothing, and he was still smiling at her with that awful smile that she hated.
"Why did you do it?" Sam asked, her voice was calm and steady, because she knew she had nothing fear this time. She was the one in control this time.
"It's all just a game." He said, because it wasn't like Franco to give a straight answer. No, he wasn't the kind to offer closure.
"I hope it was worth it." She said, raising her gun. This was what she had been waiting for since the moment that Jason told her what had happened. When he told her what Franco did to her, something that she couldn't even remember. Something she couldn't even put behind her.
She could tell by his evil grin that it was all worth it to him. Hurting Jason was worth all of this to him. It was even worth his own life. He wasn't even scared. The thought of knowing that you're going to die and not feeling anything sent a shiver down Sam's spine.
"Any last words?" Sam asked, her voice wasn't as strong as it was thirty seconds earlier.
"Just a few." He said, so casually it seemed out of place. "Remember me."
She pulled the trigger. "Not on your life." She said. She fired another shot, and another and another. She knew that he was dead, but it wasn't enough for her. She had to keep firing. A bullet for every sleepless night that he gave her. A bullet for every time Jason looked at her with those sad eyes, knowing that he let her down when he swore to protect her. There weren't enough bullets in the world, let alone in the gun, but she let him have them all.
When the gun was drained she threw it at him, knowing that his lifeless body couldn't feel it. He couldn't feel anything anymore, not that she thought he ever felt anything when he was alive.
She kneeled down to the remains of his mangled body. "You will never hurt me again." She said, between deep breaths and uncontrollable sobs. "You never get to hurt me again." She smiled as the thought truly set in with her. "You never get to hurt me again." She repeated.
She knew that she would never be free of Franco's memory, but there was one thing that she was free of, and that was fear. He wasn't going to be behind every corner. He wasn't going to be the stranger that she passed on the street or the man in the grocery store. She was free in a way that she knew wouldn't have came to her if she had let Jason kill him.
Now she could begin to heal.
