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Defeat 🖤

(a/n: your comments got me through the night. thank you. I slept well. what would I do without you?)

Prompt: Maybe an unnecessarily intense continuation of Wild? Mitch is abusive. Scott has reached his point. Maybe he's slightly insane as well.

Setting: AU Different Personalities

Words: 488
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"FREEZE."

Mitch stopped mid-stride, feeling his chest constrict. His grip tightened around the phone in his hand.

"Turn– turn around."

Mitch slowly smirked at the shakiness in the voice he quickly identified as familiar. Smugly, he pivoted on his left foot, raising his hands in mock surrender.

"Princess? Put the gun down, darling." Mitch patronised.

"Don't- don't call me that."

His hands were unsteady like his voice as he struggled to clutch the gun.

"What are you doing?"

"Giving you what you deserve!" Scott choked on his vowels, a few tears welling in his eyes without permission.

"What the fuck has gotten into you-"

"You KILLED her!" Scott yelled, furious as his palms began to sweat, the gun slippery and foreign between his fingers.

Mitch scoffed.

"She was no good for you."

"YOU'RE A MONSTER! WHEN HAVE YOU EVER KNOWN WHAT'S GOOD FOR ME? HUH? WHEN HAVE YOU EVER DONE SOMETHING, ANYTHING, TO SHOW ME YOU LOVE ME?"

"Baby, you don't know what you're doing. Calm down, and give me the gun."

Scott's throat was in pain, and so were his arms, and so was his heart. He didn't care, though, because he was terrified above it all. He knew Mitch's route home like the back of his hand, and he knew just where to catch him off-guard and off the street. He had stolen a gun from his dad's office, and had watched a short video on how to use it. He truly did not know what he was doing. All he knew, all he saw, was justice. Redemption. Defeat.

"All the times you hit me. All the times you left me to starve. All the relationships you lead me to believe were bad for me. All the times I could've ran away, and you lead me to believe you'd change. You'd stop, because you loved me. Because you cared for me?"

"Scott–"

"You never cared for me."

Scott's adrenaline was running at an all time high, and for a flicker of a moment, he felt he could.

He felt he could actually pull the trigger.

"So, why should I care for you? Huh? A life for a life."

Click.

"Scott Hoying." Mitch demanded, and Scott smiled. Scott grinned, because he knows that tone. That tone that rang oh so heavily in his voice when Mitch drank too much. When Mitch would threaten him and force him. When Mitch was in control. But, he wasn't in control anymore.

And, damn, did it feel good.

"Can you please put the gun down?" He tried again, a bit more carefully this time.

The fury was slowly taking over. Esther's dead body flashed in front of his eyes, every time he blinked.

Every. Time.

Scott chuckled, tilting his head in faux consideration.

"Mm? No."

Bang.

Mitch slumped to the floor.

Scott dropped the gun.

Esther's image finally lined up with Mitch's.

A life for a life.
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sorry it's drastically morbid. I warned you.

But, don't fret! Writing is supposed to be fuelled by emotion, and life never always has happy, fluffy, endings.

Plus, the #HEARTTHROB video was cute asf ❣️

What's something you've always wanted to do, but you're too scared to do it?