A/N: Whoo! Two updates in one day! Go me! Mmkay, there are only two more chapters left in the story! Smiles widely I'm thinking of doing a sequel called, A Killer's Funeral, but I'm not sure yet. Thanks so much to everyone who's reviewed thus far! I love you guys to death! 3 Oz
Chapter Eleven: Good Morning, Sunshine (Pt. 2)
Saturday Morning, 12: 23
"Ashley," Spencer began, without turning to look at her, "run as fast as you can." She demanded. Ashley gave her a desperate look.
"Ashley, run!" Spencer yelled, again without looking back at her girlfriend. Before she left the house, she whispered, "I love you" and ran as fast as she could to the backyard.
Spencer tried to hold in the tears as she heard the whispered words. She stared daggers toward her brother.
"You're fucking insane, do you know that?" she said, absolute hate showing in her voice.
"Aw, that hurts." He faked as he placed a hand over his heart. He laughed, and Spencer kept staring.
"On to business," he began circling her, "you have just prevented me from my objective. Now, little sister," Spencer cringed, "I have to do something I was hoping I wouldn't have to."
He stepped up to her and grabbed a lock of her hair.
"I'm going to have to kill you."
She slapped his hand away. He hit her across the face with the back of his hand, sending her to the ground.
"Do you actually think that you can beat me?" he asked as he leaned over her body.
She kicked him in the crotch as hard as she could. He keeled over, giving her ample time to lift herself up and let her vision steady. He recovered much quicker than she had hoped. He stood up straight, no longer laughing.
"That wasn't very nice." He snarled.
Glen picked up a fire poker from the hearth and held it as if it were a sword. Spencer, defenseless, backed up, trying to find something she could use effectively against him. The first thing she grabbed was a lamp. She ripped it out of the wall and threw it at her brother.
He dodged the attack easily, but didn't see her hand wrapped around the chord. She lunged at him with the chord wrapped tightly around her palms, aiming for his neck. Caught off-guard by her sudden act of violence, he staggered slightly, allowing her access to the desired area.
As the chord wrapped around his neck, she whispered in his ear:
"You think this is funny?" she pulled on the chord, "Than laugh all you want, Glen, but I'll still have it last."
She was shocked when he did laugh. Pulling his arm out, he dug his elbow into her torso, effectively knocking the wind out of her, making her let go of the lamp chord. Glen grabbed at his throat, his face red, attempting to allow air to pass through once more.
He quickly regained his balance, and his breath, while Spencer kneeled on the floor, still trying to catch her own. He bent down, and seized a handful of her hair, pulling her up toward his face. She cringed as he leaned in closer.
"I will have the last laugh, because you haven't got the strength or the will to kill me." He laughed.
Tears were starting to roll down her cheeks as he pulled on her hair harder, dragging her to the middle of the living room. As he layed her down near a coffee table, Spencer noticed that there was a gun taped under the table, no doubt an act of Ashley's mother for defense purposes. Whatever the case, Spencer didn't care, she reached up and grabbed the gun.
Glen whirled around as Spencer stood up, holding the gun to his face in her shaking hands. He reached around his back and pulled out a gun of his own.
"Now, I was really hoping I wouldn't have to clean this tonight." He smiled, aiming his gun for her heart.
"Let's play a game," he smiled, wider, "whoever shoots the fastest," he stepped closer, "gets to live!"
Spencer's eyes went wide, the gun still shaking in her nervous hands.
"I'll count, ready?" Glen said, carefully aiming the barrel.
Spencer tried to calm and stead herself, but couldn't get the fact that she was either about to be murdered, or was going to become a murderer.
"One," Glen shifted his step to gain better balance.
Spencer looked into his eyes, seeing only empty anger. She finally understood him. She finally got it. Her hands stopped shaking as she pointed the gun at his forehead.
"Two," they glared at each other.
"Three."
BANG
