Spencer Hastings thinks you need a babysitter (worry) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-03-06 17:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | caroline forbes, spencer hastings |
Who: Spencer with Caroline stalking her
What: Gossip Girl hit all the right buttons and Spencer's off
Where: Starting at the prison and then out into town at the pharmacy
When: Now
Warnings: Angst
Spencer Hastings couldn't see, couldn't breathe, couldn't even think. Emily had convinced her she was chasing a ghost, her obsession with Gossip Girl and who was behind her. She had ruined a perfectly good pair of pants spying on Penny to see if she was actually Gossip Girl. It wasn't the same, Emily had said. Gossip Girl was different. She only reported on what was happening in Everett, she didn't get involved. She hadn't run Nate down with her car. Gossip Girl wasn't a threat. Nobody took her seriously.
Bullshit. Spencer couldn't even look at Emily right now because she knew the irrationality of her anger would spew in her best friend's direction and that was the last thing she wanted. Part of the reason Spencer loved Emily was because she was her exact opposite. Perfect equal opposites. Where Spencer had nothing but shields and barbed wire, Emily was soft and forgiving.
Too forgiving, Spencer thought. Spencer should have listened to her instincts. She should have known that this Gossip Girl wasn't harmless fun. Some idiot with nothing better to do than stir up drama and gossip and post an online tabloid for the survivors to read. She should have known that nobody could just sit by and idly watch and report. This world was a broken one, twisted beyond recognition. This wasn't ugly dirty secrets kept neatly behind manicured lawns and sports cars and expensive suits. This world was covered in dead and filthy to the nth degree. This world could change a person, could change you into something you didn't even recognize anymore. This world could take good people and turn them into monsters.
Screw the buddy system. Spencer the stickler for rules occasionally had to make her own and that had been a skill she had used many times over the years. It was hypocritical but well, welcome to being a Hastings where the best stay on top by climbing over the people beneath them and crushing them under their heels. Spencer walked right past the sign out sheet. They couldn't keep her here, it wasn't a real prison. She had every right to leave. She had the sidearm she always carried with her these days and could more than take care of herself. Besides a blind rage never was meant for good company.
She walked through the gates and pulled her coat more tightly around her but she didn't feel the cold at all. All she felt was white hot rage.
A says hi.
A SAYS HI.
A was dead and buried, eaten by zombies back in Rosewood. God, why wouldn't Alison just die already? Why did her ghost have to linger over everything that Spencer did? She wasn't in love with her. That was Emily's cross to bear. Sure, she had picked them all out of obscurity and given them popularity but Spencer was the rare member of the group who didn't care about popularity. She cared about success and being the best. Being everyone's best friend was not a concern of hers which didn't suit Ali's tastes very well when popularity was all she could offer them. She had brought them all together and now she would destroy them. Even in death.
Spencer was too busy fuming to notice that Caroline had been following behind her the entire time. She didn't want company but she wouldn't have told Caroline to leave either because that would have meant interacting and Spencer couldn't handle it. She was determined to see what Gossip Girl, no A had left for her.
The pharmacy had been raided and raided some more and then raided again. The place was trashed. Spencer didn't even need to open a door, just step over the broken glass all over the floor. Her boots crunched on the glass as she walked through the store. Gossip Girl had said she left something in the pharmacy but she hadn't said where. She prowled through the store glad to see that there didn't appear to be any zombies inside. That was too bad. Spencer would have liked to take her frustrations out on something and she had simply walked too fast into town to have to deal with any of the undead.
There was however a corpse rotting on the floor near the register. One of its eyeballs protruded from the socket and part of its jaw was exposed where the rotting flesh had slipped off it's chin. Spencer grimaced and stepped over the body as she continued her search that brought her to the eyeglasses section. There she stopped, a manilla envelope pinned to the board with her name on it.
Spencer snagged the envelope and opened it, sliding the glossy photograph out. She stared at it silently for a few minutes in shock. It was a photograph of her neighborhood in Rosewood. Her fingers lingered lightly on the photograph. She could see her house, the barn, Jason's house and Toby's. All three of them were burned to the ground. There was nothing left but ash and dust. Tears filled Spencer's eyes as she thought about all of the time spent in her house, with Toby, the sleepovers in the barn even the one where Alison disappeared. She thought about her sister and her brother. Both of their homes had been destroyed too. Toby and Jenna's house had also been burned, only a few charred walls remained. One of her tears dripped onto the photograph and another flash of white hot rage burned through Spencer with the intensity of a thousand suns. She crumpled up the photograph and tossed it across the aisle before sliding to the floor and burying her head in her hands.