The Apocalypse: Life After Death

The Finale Part Three

Ashley's POV

"Ashley you don't have to do this. Take a minute and think about what you're doing. If you kill me you'll be just like me." He stares at me with an expression I can't read. I don't know if he's scared or trying to play tricks on me. Either way, the blooding searing through my veins has waxed hot with anger and I can't think clearly. My mind is beyond clouded with thoughts of what I want to do to this boy, the boy that has so mercilessly wreaked havoc on this city... my city.

"Ashley." Spencer's soft voice beckons me. I close my eyes, but keep the gun trained on Eric. I have already done the unspeakable, something that I didn't plan on doing when I arrived, but they left me no choice... I had to save them. "Ashley you are nothing like him, you're better than him. Baby open your eyes, look at me." She coos and my eyes snap open in an instant. I stare at her, trying to will my thoughts in a different direction, one that sees this playing out so much differently than I fear it will.

"Ashley." Kyla calls to me, her voice low and I sense her fear. He took her, and he planned on killing her-no doubt. My little sister... she's all I have left of my family and Eric intended on killing her. This revelation is all it takes for the anger to return-oozing its way back into my body and mind.

I turn to look at him...I think his eyes are begging me now. His hands in the air-he looks defenseless. He is defenseless, but if I've learned anything over the past few days is to never underestimate him. I clench my jaw once again trying desperately to cling on to the little humanity I feel like I have left. He moves towards me and I stare at him, warning him to not push his luck.

"Listen to them Ashley."My name rolls off his tongue in a way that makes my skin crawl. Please be quiet-I silently plead to him. He doesn't know that his words are boiling my blood even further. "This isn't you, you're not this person. You're not a murderer." I groan. Isn't this what started all this? Him believing I was a murderer... that I murdered his mother?

"Ashley." Spencer calls again. I'm trying to concentrate on her voice. My compassion has always been my only redeeming quality. Or so I thought. My heart is what made Spencer fall in love with me, at least that's what she told me a few years ago. That beneath my rigid exterior lay a sweet and compassionate person. One of the sweetest people she'd ever met.

Two Hours Earlier

Spencer's POV

Aiden holds his ear against the large door, listening for any signs of movement.

"Well?" Kyla asks impatiently, I have half a mind to leave her here. It's her idea, but I feel like her impatience will cause a giant bump in the road.

"I'm not superman Kyla I don't have supersonic hearing." He whispers harshly.

"Yeah but you wear tights like him." She retorts and I try my best to focus on our dangerous situation but I can't help let out a quick snort.

"Guys come on, we can't dawdle much longer. We have to act now." I instruct once I recover.

Aiden whispers an 'okay' and goes back to doing whatever it is he's trying to do. I hear his hand moving, searching the door for a handle I guess. My body jumps as we hear a click. I'm half frozen; it was so loud I'm sure someone heard it.

"It's open." He announces shock evident in his voice. "Should we be worried about how easy this is right now?"

"I got bashed in the head, we've been captive for only God knows how long, you did some weird ass gymnastic move to get out of your ropes, and Spencer's wrists are bleeding from trying to get out of hers. Just what about this has been easy?"