SugarCube: Hello Readers! Just wanted to let you know that there is violence in this chapter.

Chapter Five

"Guy, we can talk about this," Harleen whispered. "Just put the gun down."

"I-I can't." Guy winced as he tried to move his finger from the trigger. His eyes met his girlfriend's and he looked just as scared as she did.

"What do you mean?" A tear fell from her eye.

Something inside Guy seemed to break. "One of us has to die tonight, Quinz."

"We can both live, babe. Just put the gun down." Another tear fell. "We can figure this out together. I promise. Just put the gun down."

"I can't." Again, he tried to move his finger from the trigger. "I'm so confused, Quinz."

"Do you think it was something in your Think Drink? Maybe you made a mistake and made it an Angry Drink or something…" They both knew she was grasping at straws; Guy wouldn't've mixed up something so crucial. "Surely there's something we can do."

"You have to kill me."

"I'm not going to kill you, babe." Her voice broke as more tears escaped down her cheeks. "Let me call the police. They can take you into custody and we can talk at the station." That wasn't the way it would work out, but she was too hysterical to think straight. "Just calm down and think happy thoughts."

"I'm so angry, though." Guy looked away from her. "Quinz, please kill me."

"How long have you felt angry for? Maybe it's temporary."

"It's been several hours since I took the Think Drink. It doesn't usually keep me calm this long."

"Anger is a stronger emotion, maybe it lasts longer because—"

"Kill me," Guy begged. "Please."

"Babe—"

"I don't want to hurt you, Quinz. Take the gun from my hand and shoot me. It'll be quick."

"I'm not going to kill you." Harleen glared at him through her tears. "If you shoot me, shoot me. Hopefully it'll help you feel better or something. Just aim for my leg so it doesn't kill—"

"You don't understand!" Guy snapped. "I want watch the life leave your eyes." He flexed the fingers on his free hand. "But I don't want to lose you."

"Then just put the gun down!"

""I told you I can't!" he yelled, and then his expression softened. "Kill me. Please, Quinz."

"I won't kill you. I love you."

"Then don't kill me to save yourself; kill me so I don't go insane from the guilt of hurting you. Kill me because you love me."

"Guy—" Harleen's voice and heart broke even as she reached for the gun, compelled by some invisible force. "But I love you."

"I love you, too." He closed his eyes and let her take the gun from his hands. "I'll always love you, Quinz." He opened his eyes one last time and smiled as she leveled the gun at his head. "Bye, Harleen."

BANG! She watched the blood splatter onto her white couch as the bullet connected with his skull. It continued through the air, implanting itself in the far wall. Harleen dropped the gun and slipped the phone from her pocket, realizing what she had done.

One of the neighbors probably heard the gunshot and called the cops. She needed someone she could trust to stay by her side if worse came to worst. She dialed his number and put the phone to her ear, waiting for him to pick up the phone.

"Harley?" Dr. Markus sounded tired.

"Doc, I n-need your help," Harleen whispered. "Please g-get to my house as s-soon as possible."

"Did something happen?" She could hear him get out of bed and mutter something to his wife.

"Please just h-hurry."

"Did Guy do something weird?" A door closed and a car beeped as he unlocked it. "Do I need to bring anything with me?"

"Please," Harleen repeated. She felt her knees give out from underneath her and she collapsed onto the popcorn-covered floor.

"I need to know what happened, Harley." Dr. Markus' voice was firm. "Did Guy do something to you?"

She sniffled. "H-he's…" She couldn't say it. "He's…"

"He's what, Harley?" On his side of the phone, a car honked and wheels screeched. "What happened to Guy?"

"He's dead."

"I'm almost there." He hung up.

A car door slammed outside and Harleen waited for the police to arrest her as faint sirens sounded in the distance. Instead, Dr. Markus rushed into the house, slamming the door behind him.

"What happened?" He took in the gory scene, pausing on Guy's pulverized skull.

"He was s-so angry and he t-tried to kill me."

"So it was self-defense?"

"H-he couldn't control himself. He s-said he had t-taken Think Drink b-before coming here and I-I think it did s-something to his brain. H-he couldn't control himself. He said he w-wanted to kill me." Harleen curled up on the floor, refusing to look Dr. Markus in the eye. "What do we d-do?"

"Tell the police the truth—it was self-defense."

"But he doesn't look like he was hurting me."

"Harley, look at me." When she did, he continued. "Have you ever doubted me before?"

"No, Doc, but this is different…" Harleen glanced at her boyfriend's body. "I don't think the police will believe you—"

"Harley, trust me when I tell you this: No one will come after you." He carefully stepped towards her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You'll have to stay around until the police leave, but I'll make sure you aren't taken to trial or anything. You might have to spend a few nights in jail, but I'll figure everything out. Just stay calm and tell the police the truth. Understand?"

Harleen nodded mutely.

"Good." Dr. Markus took his hand off her shoulder and stepped towards the door. "Showtime."