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CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE death and all his friends. season six, episode twenty four.
[ please refer back to the trigger warnings in the previous chapters ]
"DR. HARPER."
He spit out her name as if it were poison on his tongue.
And perhaps it was, in a way. It certainly pained him to say it, though, not as much as it pained her to hear it spew from his lips like venom. He watched her closely, each of her minuscule movements accompanied by a pronounced tremble of his gun. Every time, it made her flinch more than the last, and he almost felt guilty. But she deservedit, didn't she? She deserved to be at the mercy of his hands, because his wifehad been at the mercy of hers.
He could have shot her right then, no warning, not even a chance for her to choose her last words. He could have cocked the gun and pulled the trigger in quick succession, not allowing her so much as a hail mary or a prayer. He could have, but Gary much preferred to relish in it, instead. Relish in her death.
Cassie knew he wouldn't let her go peacefully.
She could feel it, the rage steaming from his ears, the hurt and the regret swimming behind his eyes. She could feel the anger radiating off of him as if a hot burst of energy were charging inside of his chest, patiently waiting for the right time to explode. She could feel his pain.
She opened her mouth to speak, only to close it mere seconds later. Because really, what could she possibly say that would make him change his mind? Sir, you don't have to do this! I'm so sorry, please, spare my life! Both were objectively options, but neither of them would work. Cassie knew better than to think that they would.
"This is about your wife."
Her voice was, shockingly enough to both herself and the man pointing a gun at her head, entirely steady. It was a bit unnerving, in a way, because thatmeant she'd accepted it. Accepted her untimely fate.
But Gary didn't want her to accept it, he wanted her to suffer.
"You doctors, you... you surgeons... you're all the same." His voice was strong, rugged, everything she'd expect from an old white guy who clearly had issues with his masculinity. She hadn't even saidanything about being a surgeon, and for half a second, she wondered if he'd practiced his little speech in the mirror that morning. "All of you people are heartless, you... you let people die and then call yourselves a hero. And you... you're no different than the rest of them."
