Author's Note: The return of Chanel!

I've done very similar things in the past, but roles have been reversed ;)

Day Two-Hundred Twenty-Two: Red by Carlie De Boer

She watched as he poured his heart out to her.

She understood that Toby loved her now, more than he ever loved that Chanel bitch before, but she couldn't help but feel a burning abhorrence in her blood when he saw the pain she put him through before.

She had a plan. That bitch was never going to be able to hurt him again.

"Toby?"

He looked up at her expectantly.

"I have a plan. You're not going to feel any more pain over her ever again."

Love hurt like a bitch. The only way to get rid of it: kill the thing that hurts the most. In this case, it was Chanel.

He was numb. Part of her felt as though he should feel fire in his blood and in his bones for the act he was going to commit and it almost felt like he did. But still, it was so subdued…it was like quiet violence to the point that he could barely feel it.

Spencer was doing it all for him. He continued to tell himself that. She loved him so much that she plotted this elaborate plan to get rid of the one thing that tortured him the most and that he hated more than anything else.

"You told everyone that we were leaving, right?" Spencer asked as she got everything they needed.

Toby nodded in response. "Everybody knows that we leave for Paris in the morning," he responded. That was the next phase of her ingenious plan; they were taking a flight to France in the morning. It wasn't really an "escape" to elude the police if everyone knew when and where they were going. Spencer figured out a way to set the house on fire in their absence, too, so there was no possible way anyone would ever figure it out. The body would be so badly marred and burned…they would have a hard time even figuring out it was Chanel by the time they were done with her.

But Toby wasn't so sure how he would be able to pull this off. Thoughts this dark and dangerous had never crossed his mind before. He wasn't smart enough to pull something like this off, either. It required a genius, like Spencer.

She skulked around Chanel's rose garden and along the backside of her house. They reached the door and she quickly picked the lock.

"Idiot," he heard her say as she inspected the lock. Spencer rolled her eyes as she looked at the asinine choice for a house lock. She motioned for him to go find her. He thought he'd seen a light on in her bedroom.

Slowly, he began to walk up the stairs. What was he going to say? Was he supposed to tell her they were about to kill her? She wasn't familiar with the protocol.

The door to Chanel's bathroom was open just ajar. He could see that she was brushing her dirty blonde hair and that she was wearing lingerie. She was probably getting ready for a date. He stepped closer until she finally took note of his presence. For a moment, she looked scared. Then, her posture relaxed. She turned around and leaned onto the counter.

"What do you want, Toby? Are you stalking me?" she inquired. From her tone, it appeared as though she was somewhat amused by this. "To think I may have actually regretted breaking up with you…" she trailed off.

He could practically hear Spencer rolling her eyes in disgust and suppressing the urge to attack her right then and there. He felt a cool metal blade press against the palm of his hand. She handed him the knife.

"What, are you going to rape me now? Kill me? What do you want?" she asked.

"The more you tease him, the worse this is going to be for you," Spencer warned with a certain growl in her voice. Chanel flinched when she heard a new voice.

"You're actually going to—"

In response, Toby looked over at the knife in his hand. Chanel's green eyes widened.

"No, you can't be serious!" As she was about to scream, Spencer lunged for her, clamping her hand over her mouth. Chanel attempted to argue and mumble something through her palm, but to no avail.

"Do it," Spencer urged.

Toby looked down at the shiny silver in front of him. Then, in a rush, he plunged it deep into her torso, through the flimsy fabric covering her abdomen, through her skin, through everything. He then pulled it out. Crimson, gory, ugly blood ran down the knife and onto his hands. Little droplets of red fell onto the mauve-colored tiles of the floor. There was a whimper as they both noticed Chanel growing weak.

Just one stab was all it'd take for her to die. That was all it took.

She trembled as blood continued to run all over the bathroom. She sunk further and further down the counter until she was on the floor, a bloody mess.

Spencer looked at her in scorn and repugnance. Toby just looked down at his hands. They were soaked in red. They were red like the fury and passion he felt as it happened. It was like he could taste his own hatred and bile.

And now, it was the color Chanel tasted in her blood. She took the red color that matched her fate—unfaithful and adulterous.

"Toby?" she inquired, pulling him from his reverie. "Toby, what's wrong?"

He just looked down at his hands, not able to utter a word. Her eyes followed his gaze. Understandably, he was paralyzed by the amount of blood on his hands; they were quite literally dripping in the sticky substance.

"Here," she said as she took his blood-soaked hands. "Now there's blood on my hands, too. We're in this together. If you get caught, so do I," she insisted. Toby was barely able to nod. She moved so she could finally catch his eyes. "Toby, it's done."

If it was over, why could he still feel the shame and disgrace under her skin and in her bones? It didn't feel like it was over.

He took shallow breaths as he tried to regain himself. She kicked Chanel lightly, to assure that she was really dead. When the blonde didn't move in response, she assumed the girl was dead.

"I'm going to get things ready and then we can go, okay?" She pecked him on the cheek. She said it as though they hadn't just killed someone.

How was he going to live with this? He could never escape it. It wasn't like he was ever going to be able to escape this.

He took a deep breath before pushing past Chanel and heading to her sink. Pink and scarlet washed off into the white sink. After a moment, he felt some catharsis and purification. It almost felt like a purge; he just eradicated the thing that made him miserable.

The thing that made him miserable was gone.

A slight smile spread across his face.

"Ready!" she yelled from downstairs. "Come on," Spencer called. Toby took one final look at his victim before stepping over her and exiting.

Twelve hours later, the pair boarded the plane for Paris.

"Everything turned out like we planned," Spencer whispered quietly in his ear. "Don't you feel better now that it's done?"

Toby nodded with a somewhat-sinister smile. It seemed as though he'd accepted his actions at this point. Spencer wrapped her fingers around his.

"We all die, Toby. Some of us just deserve to die sooner than others."

"I know that," he responded softly.

She stared at him for a moment. He was a person completely changed. What had she created?

She looked out of the window for a second before kissing him on the cheek. He felt cold.

Sarah: Thanks! I'm glad you felt that way about it. Yes, it was Toby. Go to sleep.

AL3110: Yes, she's also the only teacher of mine that has met you. Who stands for that? Kabason? GOOD.

Ugh I'm already so ready for this play to be over. Tomorrow will be Next to Me by Emeli Sandé. I should go to sleep now but I will not because school. Ugh. I just want to sleep and like hang out with my mom. Can I not do that? -Kayson