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Emancipation
Spike had been a bit surprised to hear back so soon from Persephone after speaking to her. She had told him to meet her outside of town near the warehouse district. He had no illusions about what must have happened. They had been caught together. Now came the retribution of the White Tigers. Damn, he had spent the entire day trying to think of some other way to save Persephone and Keith, but he'd come up empty handed. Now it was this. Whatever happens, happens Spike told himself. The lives of the living were never their own. Only the dead had true freedom. And only the true dead at that. The same thoughts whorled around his head as he arrived where Persephone stood waiting.
"Why did you come?"
"You told me too."
"He's here you know. He's going to watch to make sure I do it. Keith's with him."
Persephone stepped out closer into the dim lamp light. Her face was tear streaked, but her gaze remained steady on Spike. Her hand didn't shake as she pointed the gun at him. Spike didn't look at the gun. He only looked at the woman he considered a sister. It may not be the way he'd thought he'd go, but by her hand was as good as any.
"What are you waiting for Persephone?" came a cold voice from the shadows.
"Remember the consequences of your inaction." The owner of the voice stepped out. It was Victor. Keith stood by his side waiting expectantly.
"What's going on Mommy? Daddy said that we'd be going somewhere special soon. I want to go now Mommy, can we go now?"
Persephone looked down as she lowered the gun. Her tangled curls hid her face from view.
"Persephone, do as I have told you! Do you really want to see your son die?" Victor had pulled out a pistol and was aiming it at Keith's head. Keith was completely oblivious to the danger he was in. Spike simply watched. The dream had taken a pretty odd turn again.
"Persephone, if this is what gives you the freedom you want for not just yourself, but for Keith as well, then do it," Spike spoke quietly.
Persephone looked up slowly. She turned towards Victor and Keith. With all the precision of the assassin she was she fired two bullets.
Spike had to work to find his voice.
"Persephone, it didn't have to be this way. You could have down what he said, you could have both been free." He knew that nothing he said would make any difference anymore, she was already gone.
Persephone turned to Spike. Her face was empty, her voice hollow as she spoke:
"Take care of my son."
With that Persephone turned the gun on herself and pulled the trigger.
Emancipation
Spike had been a bit surprised to hear back so soon from Persephone after speaking to her. She had told him to meet her outside of town near the warehouse district. He had no illusions about what must have happened. They had been caught together. Now came the retribution of the White Tigers. Damn, he had spent the entire day trying to think of some other way to save Persephone and Keith, but he'd come up empty handed. Now it was this. Whatever happens, happens Spike told himself. The lives of the living were never their own. Only the dead had true freedom. And only the true dead at that. The same thoughts whorled around his head as he arrived where Persephone stood waiting.
"Why did you come?"
"You told me too."
"He's here you know. He's going to watch to make sure I do it. Keith's with him."
Persephone stepped out closer into the dim lamp light. Her face was tear streaked, but her gaze remained steady on Spike. Her hand didn't shake as she pointed the gun at him. Spike didn't look at the gun. He only looked at the woman he considered a sister. It may not be the way he'd thought he'd go, but by her hand was as good as any.
"What are you waiting for Persephone?" came a cold voice from the shadows.
"Remember the consequences of your inaction." The owner of the voice stepped out. It was Victor. Keith stood by his side waiting expectantly.
"What's going on Mommy? Daddy said that we'd be going somewhere special soon. I want to go now Mommy, can we go now?"
Persephone looked down as she lowered the gun. Her tangled curls hid her face from view.
"Persephone, do as I have told you! Do you really want to see your son die?" Victor had pulled out a pistol and was aiming it at Keith's head. Keith was completely oblivious to the danger he was in. Spike simply watched. The dream had taken a pretty odd turn again.
"Persephone, if this is what gives you the freedom you want for not just yourself, but for Keith as well, then do it," Spike spoke quietly.
Persephone looked up slowly. She turned towards Victor and Keith. With all the precision of the assassin she was she fired two bullets.
Spike had to work to find his voice.
"Persephone, it didn't have to be this way. You could have down what he said, you could have both been free." He knew that nothing he said would make any difference anymore, she was already gone.
Persephone turned to Spike. Her face was empty, her voice hollow as she spoke:
"Take care of my son."
With that Persephone turned the gun on herself and pulled the trigger.