Author's Note: I am giving you all a stern warning. If you don't like blood, you should probably come back tomorrow, where it'll be...hmm...well, you'll like it if you like fluffy/sexy Spoby (which is awkward for me since I have no flipping clue how to write sexy). But yes, that's what you can look forward to. Tomorrow. Because today, there's blood. Lots of it.

Day Thirty-Eight: Rolling in the Deep by Adele

They always said she was a good girl. They always said she was so innocent and good…that she'd never do something bloody or horrific or gory in any sense of the words.

Clearly, they had underestimated her.

Or maybe they just underestimated the power a black hoodie had. It made a certain hatred burn in her blood, in her veins, in her heart.

All the people she was supposed to obey were having fun watching her go insane. She had never been that person who allowed other people to make a travesty of her emotions; she was not about to start now.

While they thought they had it all figured out, she had something much more sinister planned out for them. She would abandon all of her conscience and her morality to carry out this truly wicked, evil scheme which reminded her so much of that her own torturers used against hers.

In some twisted kind of way, she thought it would make them proud. Not that they'd have any time left of their young, miserable lives to admire it.

She spent most of her time plotting his demise. How would the life be taken away from his crystalline, haunting eyes? How would his heart, which she once believed beat for her, stop?

It would be his death that enraged, frustrated, and flustered her the most. She believed him for the longest time. She thought of him frequently and how she once believed things could've worked out for them in the long run. She couldn't help feeling this way.

She took out the long knife slowly, achingly slowly, so he wouldn't know. She wouldn't be the coward, like he was, and stab him in the back, but if she made him realize what she was about to do, he'd certainly overpower her. He was at least half a foot taller and much, much stronger than her.

Not that he would, she realized, kill her. He could never do that. He had a conscience. Even though he lied and deceived her for so long, she knew he couldn't bring himself to kill a fly. He was still a little boy, too innocent to even think much of death.

The same thing couldn't be said about her. She thought about death. She thought about it a lot, she thought as she watched the blade glisten slightly under the moonlight. She had no heart, she realized with a frown.

And that, she'd use to her advantage now.

She turned slowly, showing him the knife. When she looked him in the face, she realized any plan she had made before was gone. Anything went now.

His face seemed to turn a ghostly white while his eyes became dark.

"What are you doing with that, Spencer?"

It made her mad to hear him say her name. She lunged toward him, but he was swift and caught her arm with this hand, the tip of the blade just a few inches from his chest.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked.

She took a deep breath. "You really, really hurt me."

"I thought we resolved this!"

"Not for me, it's not over," she said in an eerily calm manner.

He was stunned and numb for a moment. She just took the opportunity and in a short series of swift movements, plunged the knife into his abdomen. Almost instantaneously, she pulled it out, just as quickly as she had plunged the knife in. She read once that taking the knife out of a person's body could be even more lethal than leaving it in.

She looked at the deep crimson blood on the knife. She knew if she looked at him now, she'd regret everything, and in turn, negate the whole purpose of this action.

She realized with much dismay that he still held her heart in his hand, even as he was taking his last breaths.

She could still hear him breathing. She put her hand over his heart once he fell on the floor. She could still hear it beating, faintly. He was dwindling now, flirting with both life and death.

She pulled her hand away and saw the bright scarlet color of the blood all over her hands. It was sticky and felt disgusting on her skin.

It all didn't feel real.

"Spencer—"

Her breathing grew heavier. She touched his body gingerly, trying to figure out if there was any way she could undo what she just did. She didn't know if she regretted it, but she realized now…she never really heard all of his side of things.

Of course, they talked about it many times. But…she didn't think she was ever really listening.

"Toby—"

She pulled her hands away again, after touching the open wound on his torso. Her hands began to shake when she saw just how dark the blood got.

"I'm sorry," he uttered out.

She pulled away, finally looking at his face again. Finally, at last, she saw everything. She saw what kind of power another's blood on your own hands provided.

The breath and the life of her, however, were sucked away when she realized what she had just done. Yes, she had just been vindicated, but at what cost?

The cost, she realized with horror, of the poor, unfortunate soul of a little boy who lost his mother and his father and his innocence.

She realized that this act of what she thought was vindication would be her own poison, her own hemlock, her own death. Her body was still present but her soul was gone. Her soul had drowned in the enormous pool of blood surrounding her.

Her soul, she thought absentmindedly, was probably playing with the little boy whose soul was lost at her own hands.

Maybe, she thought, this was the ultimate vindication. If we reap what we sow, his lies bred her own lies. His death led to hers. She killed him and in turn, he had killed her. Fair is foul and foul is fair.

So even though she may have been a soulless, lifeless, and hopeless person now, she still—in essence—did as she intended to do. She got vindication.

This is my favourite thing I've written since I Am Not A Robot, so I was going to say you can judge it all you want and it probably wasn't as good as I thought it was, but I am sticking by this. I actually like it in a...sick, twisted way.

spobylover1237: And I thought that would come out extremely cheesy! Oh well. Now I know how to twerk it! (But not really, since I have no idea how to twerk).

eveningshades1107:I actually think I just saw a pink thing with wings and a curly tail pass my bedroom window. So maybe.

MizzIsTheFizz: I seriously can't remember what I wrote yesterday. This is when I know I am a prolific writer and probably write more than I breathe. And sorry, but I temporarily uploaded this really dumb chapter and it came out really messed up so I replaced it with the last chapter. But here's the next one-shot!

eveningshades1107: AWW I feel the love however far away I am from you right now (though since you live in South Jersey...that's probably not really that far from me, considering my parents both work in Jersey and it's only like thirty minutes...you get the idea). Yeah, judge me, but I liked canon Jaria and I don't know why (and I don't feel so guilty now, knowing that Ezra was keeping extra close tabs on Aria and all her friends while he was dating Aria). And I actually don't like cheese too much and I'm not sure that's technically Mexican (one of my favourite foods ever is fajitas, but that's tex-Mex, not the same thing). I like tostadas. But only with Mexican cheese and crema. That's pretty much as Mexican as I get. And I hate spicy food. But I love chocolate, and Mexico gets 1000+ bonus points for Chocolate alone. Wait...so you're part Welsh? Marina is Welsh! But she's adorable. She has a London accent, regardless, which I think I pretty funny. I'm glad you didn't say Do You Want To Build A Snowman? because that song is driving me up a wall.

AL3110:I am SURE we will meet each other at least once. I PROMISE.

So I just wanted to tell everyone that my house is ahead of 2nd place by a whopping 195 points, which is pretty damn awesome (and we're ahead of last place by like...two hundred something points? I don't even know). It seems very likely that we'll win at this point (the only remaining competitions, I believe, are another GPA tally up, House Family Feud, another SAC day, and maybe one more event).

So onto that somewhat sexy one-shot I was talking about before...yeah, the next one is Our First Time by Bruno Mars and I do not even KNOW what possessed me to put that song on the list because I don't know how I'm going to pull it off. It'll probably be horribly awkward and OOC and weird. I'll try to be better, but...eh, it's such a good song. Like...urgh, just please let me know you're still reading. That would be nice. I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm sorry. But I am. Turtles.

That makes me feel better. -Kayson