𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 ; 𝐬 . 𝐫

𝟐𝟎.𝟓. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧.

also the reason it's 20 1/2 is because its super super short and just like another lil teehee ALSO I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF IM SORRY no chapter tomorrow either ily hoes tho <3

TW: deals with violent situations and ideas.

"marcus wright, correct?" spencer said quietly, inching forward. marcus nodded and backed up as he watched spencer move towards him,

"don't worry, i'm not gonna do anything, just trying to get a gauge on the situation, alright?" spencer said, raising his eyebrows in a friendly way. marcus looked him up and down, mistrust clouding his face. spencer kept his gun leveled at marcus' head,

"you're 31, live alone, own some land, right?" spencer muttered. marcus nodded uneasily,

"y-yea. i live alone because they're coming for me. they s-said if i don't do this, i'll d-die-" he murmured. his voice was fragile and quiet, cracking at any second. spencer blinked,

"you know that they aren't coming for you, right? i know them. you're safe now, marcus. you don't have to hurt her." spencer pleaded. marcus shook his head,

"N-NO! i have to.. i have to, i have to, i have to.." he rambled on as his body began to shake. spencer swallowed nervously as he felt his stomach bubble up with fear and anger,

"they told me that you're safe. they won't hurt you, marcus. it's all over. you're okay." spencer tried again. marcus clenched his jaw,

"YOU'RE A LIAR!" he yelled. you flinched under his grasp and he just tightened around you. you almost couldn't breathe. with his arm around your neck and the sharp pain in your lungs whenever you would bleed, it was nearly impossible. you opened your eyes and emotion as you saw spencer. the feeling stung at your eyes, pricking at you uncomfortably. the torrent of abuse marcus put you through felt unreal. this felt unreal. you felt your eyelids begin to flutter close as your body relaxed in his grip. you were quickly sent back on your toes as the muzzle of the gun pressed harder into the side of your head. you let out a choked cry and you could practically feel spencer's sorrow pouring out of his pores. 

"no, marcus, i'm not lying. i promise you." spencer licked his dry lips, sweat raking at his skin. marcus shook his head again,

"you think i'm stupid, don't you? you do.." he scoffed, "you fbi agents.. I HAVE TO DO THIS!" he cried. spencer hung back, flinching slightly,

"i-i love y/n. so much-" marcus looked down as his words collected in his throat and tears formed in his eyes, "a-and i don't wanna do this.." he sobbed. spencer kept his tongue poking out of the corner of his lips with focus,

"then don't. drop your gun, and we can leave this all behind." he whispered, his hand tightening around his revolver. marcus stared at spencer, not saying anything. spencer stared back. his eyes narrowed just the slightest bit,

"NO!" marcus screamed. 

a shot rang through the air. with 2 loud thuds, bodies hit the floor.

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