Vote by March 17, 2014!
In the previous episode, readers voted that when Clark offers his home and hospitality to Scarlett, she responds by saying that she will stay with him on the condition that he helps her kill someone.
Scarlett waited a long moment before responding, trying to process his request. After everything she’d been through in such a short time, her body finally went numb. She had spent too much time being the victim, feeling vulnerable day after day. This is where her vulnerability led her, it was her own fault. Not anymore, she decided. It was time to take matters into her own hands.
In a very serious tone and with a stern, cold look now residing where her previously self-pitying, pathetic face used to be, she said, “Fine. I’ll stay with you. On one condition . . . ”
“Anything,” Clark responded, “what?”
“I want you to help me kill someone. I need you to help me kill someone.”
With a stunned look on his face making it clear that was just about the last thing he expected to hear from her, he only managed a succession of sputtering sounds as he let what she said sink in before Scarlett cut back in.
“Clark . . . If you want to take care of me the way you’ve said you do, I need you to help me. My life has been wrong for so long and I blame myself for my part in it but I’ve always been controlled by what others want and look where it’s gotten me.”
“You want me to . . . You want to kill somebody? Who? Why?” He’d finally gathered himself enough to voice the thoughts racing through his mind.
“How isn’t it obvious? She snuck around with my husband and had the nerve to face me almost every day, smiling like she wasn’t a slimy piece of shit. God, picturing them rolling around in my own bed, the bed I slept in every night, that Clay held me in when we were doing okay; It makes me sick to my stomach. All I want do is make them pay. Evie and I had been friends since elementary school. We supported each other in everything, cried together, and shared everything with each other. Truthfully, Clay’s betrayal made me cold, and numb, but Evie’s betrayal is the one that will stay with me for as long as she walks this Earth, and if Clay ‘loves’ her so much, I want to take her from him the way they both took everything from me.” Scarlett said all this in a voice that didn’t even sound like her. Now that she decided to stop feeling sorry for herself, she suddenly felt in control, at least partly.
“Scarlett . . . I can’t kill her for you . . . it doesn’t work like that . . .”
She glared at him momentarily, lips pursed and brow furrowed, before getting off the bed, starting to walk out of the room and saying, “Fine. Then just leave. I’ll do it myself.”
Clark knew, even if Scarlett didn’t, that she could never do it. She would probably get to the point where she needed to pull the trigger and she’d freeze. Evie would get away, call the cops, and Scarlett would end up in jail for God knows how long. He recognized that his only options were to either help her, or talk her out of it.
“Scarlett! Please try to understand. I want to take care of you, yes, but killing someone is not . . . it’s not something you can handle! You would hate yourself for the rest of your life knowing you had a part in something like that and it would eat away at your soul. I can’t help you do that to yourself.”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m a child! I know what I want. For the first time in as long as I can remember, I know exactly what I want. This is the first thing I’ve ever felt so sure of. You don’t have to help me. Just know that if you don’t, it’s still going to happen. You can help me or you can leave but it won’t change the end result. What’s it matter to you anyway? Just think of her as another one of your ‘trophies’,” she finished with a sarcastic set of air quotes.
“It isn’t that easy Scarlett. Killing those women . . . it’s not something I do because I need to deep down, or because I just enjoy it! It’s not a feeling I can’t control the way most people think and I don’t need the ‘fix’ most serial killers do. What I do, or have done . . . it’s not about the killing; it’s about proving my point. The killing is a means to an end and a necessary evil. I don’t let them live because it would eventually ruin my ability to move elsewhere and do it again. It’s the process that I need.”
“I just don’t understand. Killing is killing, Clark. It doesn’t matter what you say the reason is for doing it.”
“You’re not going to understand it then. But what you’re asking of me isn’t something I can do.”
“Then I’m repeating myself when I say this but if you aren’t going to help me, then leave. I don’t need you here if you aren’t going to help me and you don’t have to, but this is something I need to do.”
“Scarlett . . .”
With a roll of her eyes and a hand on her hip, she looks at him one last time and says, “Are you going to help me or not?” Vote now on what will happen next by clicking view poll.