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[vfranklinmott]

Who: Franklin Mott, Hayley Stark, and later Robert Capa. [Closed.]
Where: Level 2 Cabin 7.
What: Franklin wants Hayley to kill him. He's just a tad depressed over Severen and Lucian leaving.
When: Late night Sunday. After this conversation.

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[victimofnoone]

Hayley started getting ready hours after dinner. There was a walking stick stashed in the back of her closet that she'd gotten from the CES forever ago, with Pavel, and had practically forgotten about. It was the last thing she really had from him, but killing Franklin was more important right now. Hayley needed to find justice somewhere. She broke the stick over her knee to create a jagged break and took half of it with her. For once, she wasn't wearing her red jacket or even Sam's hunting jacket. The girl was in an over-sized t-shirt that had some sports team on it, one her dad had given her forever ago that she had never cared to wear. It was something she didn't mind getting dirty.

The girl made her way quickly and quietly through the halls late in the night, when most would already be asleep. She moved to the room that Franklin had said was his and knocked very quietly at the door. The last thing she needed was his neighbors awakening and coming to investigate if he decided to make some noise.

[vfranklinmott]

Franklin knew she was near before she knocked at the door. He could smell her, which brought memories of her taste to his mind. The feeling of holding her close, fangs buried in her flesh, her blood flooding over his lips. Did she recall that night so long ago as vividly as he did? No doubt she did and that's what propelled her forward. Her revenge had been a long time coming. He'd known that and had delighted in toying with her, denying her the one thing she'd wanted from him.

But not tonight. Tonight he only wanted suffering and death.

He opened the door soon after her knocking. It was obvious he had been crying. His eyes were tinged with blood and he didn't smile. He stepped aside to allow her inside.

"I'm going to lock the door." Franklin said, and kept his hand on the door latch. "It's just so no one attempts to... interrupt." He hadn't yet explained what his death would be like. Somehow, those few details seemed unimportant.

[victimofnoone]

Hayley's excitement fell from her face when she saw him and her expression shifted to a sort of neutrality. She hadn't expected him to look so terrible, but the girl didn't suffer a conscience for murderers and had no qualms with carrying through with their deal here and now. There was only a split second of hesitation before she moved inside with her stick, taser tucked away in her back pocket and hidden by her shirt, walking forward to the center of his room and then turning to face him.

"Okay," she agreed. Then she gave a soft smile. "Are you ready?"

[vfranklinmott]

Franklin locked the door after she was inside, doing so in a way that she could see. His motions were languid, without the usual hyper mood that usually animated him. He followed after her at a slow, almost cautious pace. He wanted her to know he wasn't a threat to her, that there wouldn't be a sudden surprise attack.

"Yes. I've been ready." A partial upward shift of his lips that might've been an attempt at a smile. "I'm sure you've been looking forward to this night." Franklin approached her, hands moving to her shoulders in a light touch.

[victimofnoone]

Hayley tensed slightly as he approached, but her shoulders and back stiffened completely when he touched her. She lifted the stick to rest the point gently on his chest, not trying to kill him yet, but wanting him to realize that the threat was there. This was a stupid idea and she knew it, but Aaron and Jeff had been stupid ideas too at first and they had both turned out exactly how she wanted them.

Of course, she hadn't reached the whole 'you need to kill yourself' step yet, but she hoped it wouldn't be too much of a step up from the deal they already had. "I changed my mind. I'll still let you kiss me? But you have to kill yourself instead. Otherwise, we call the whole thing off."

[vfranklinmott]

Franklin didn't even flinch when the wood touched him. His expression only changed when she mentioned the altered plan. He blinked slowly as if coming out of a daze. That didn't seem right. Hayley needed her revenge, didn't she? He had been so set on a specific course of action since he'd chatted with her. She would kill him, and there would be no more pain.

A vampire committing suicide wasn't unheard of. They usually met the sun, so to speak, and went out in a blaze of glory. But, a vampire staking themselves? The logistics didn't make sense to him.

"I wouldn't-" He shook his head. "I"m not strong enough to push it all the way through. The pain would be too great. I need you to help me, Hayley. Please?" There was a pitiful note of pleading in his voice.

[victimofnoone]

Hayley considered the CES and the sunlight, but it meant getting a warden involved and she wasn't sure that she was good enough friends with any wardens anymore to get let into the CES with no questions asked. Man, where were Harvey and Harry and Ned and everyone else when she needed them? The only one that might was Merlin, and she couldn't do that to him.

The girl thought about it for a moment before giving a stiff shrug. "Okay, fine. You do as much as you can, then I'll finish it."

[vfranklinmott]

That was wonderful news to the depressed vampire. He even smiled a little. He wanted his own death that badly

[victimofnoone]

Hayley hated that he appreciated being killed, but she also knew that it was better this than nothing at all. That this might be the only way he would every agree to die and she wanted him to feel that pain and that emptiness and that sickness even if he felt like he wanted it. The fact that he was willing to kill himself only helped cement her decision, which is why she dropped the stake when he moved close, to prevent herself from having anything to do with his choice to die

[vfranklinmott]

The stake had pierced his heart but hadn't yet gone all the way through. He didn't have the strength to push it in any further. Lack of strength or a survival instinct unwilling to acquiesce to his suicide, he didn't know. He didn't resist her when she made to move him. He clung to her wiith a hand already feeling more fleshy than it should.

The blood in him bubbled into his lungs and throat. He was choking on it and his expression was pained. He shuddered and writhed on the floor, wanting an end to the pain, wanting to just die. Before her eyes his skin was rotting, now slowly dripping off his bones.

Once the stake was pushed all the way through, he would explode in a fountain of blood, soaking Hayley completely, if she were close enough.

[victimofnoone]

Hayley let him writhe there for a few beats longer before finally moving her hands to the stick and shoving it downward. It was easier than she would have guessed. Luckily, she closed her eyes and her mouth, expecting him to explode into dust. Instead, a fountain of blood fell all over her and the room, covering pretty much everything. After a panic and shock, she carefully opened her eyes. The sight of the blood everywhere didn't make her feel much better, but.. at least it was his choice. His doing

[ourlastbesthope]

Capa, who never really slept, came as quickly as he could, locating the door with ease and, after finding it locked, began to knock. He had no idea what he was going to find, as he didn't know the occupant of the room, but he didn't expect it to be good. An unsorted inmate, naturally, who had been killed. And he didn't like the way that Hayley was talking.

Capa might not understand the way her emotions went or the reason for her feelings, but he had been with her long enough to pick out certain tones in her voice.

[victimofnoone]

At the sound of knocking, Hayley quickly slipped on one of Franklin's button-down shirts; though it was over-sized, it covered the essential parts. Her jeans were still soaked and her face and arms were smeared with blood, but it was better than what had happened initially. She was still in shock and work mode, so the girl moved quickly to the door and stopped right beside it. There was a chance that it wasn't Capa at all, but some nosy neighbor or some other creature who could smell the blood.

"Who is it?" She called out and, for the first time in a long time, her voice actually held a note of genuine fear. Hayley looked down at herself and then back up to the door, knowing there was absolutely no way to salvage this situation right now, but hoping maybe Capa would understand when she explained it later. After all, Franklin had killed her first and this time, he had basically killed himself.

[ourlastbesthope]

Hearing her voice again, he frowned and leaned against the door, trying to figure out exactly what he could say in this situation. After he announced himself. He was bracing for the worst here, thinking that it might have been an accident...or a murder. But he couldn't entertain that thought right now.

"Capa," he answered softly.

[victimofnoone]

Hayley paused a beat, glancing around again at the scene and frowning very slightly. The reality that she was still covered in blood hadn't really set in yet. Turning forward again, she reached up to unlock the door and open it just enough for him to slip inside, not wanting anyone that might be out in the hallway to see anything. As soon as he was inside, she would close and lock it again.

Then the inmate stared at him, looking completely dazed and disconnected, as if he would know exactly what to do and how to do it. When she spoke quietly, her tone was still slightly afraid. "I need you to bring him back."

[ourlastbesthope]

Capa moved inside and the stopped short at the scene in front if him. "Oh my God," he muttered and put a hand against the wall to steady himself. The sight of so much blood made him sick, but he kept it down. He had never seen anything like it before in his life, so when he spoke again, it was with a shaking breath.

"Who is he and what happened?" He pulled out his journal with trembling fingers.