Spencer Hastings thinks you need a babysitter (worry) wrote in zombieslogs,
"Too late." Spencer laughed but it was full of mirth and lacked joy. Because at the moment Spencer could feel no joy. Of course she thought about the home she had left behind. Things were so crazy back then when the virus had first broken out. She had tried to find her parents, to find Melissa or Jason, to find Toby and Aria and Hanna and Emily. She had tried but instead she'd ended up on a bus heading out of town because Rosewood had been declared a dead zone.
The dead had already claimed Rosewood and Spencer knew she could never go back so why did this hurt so much? Actually faced with the evidence of her vandalized home. The precious memories she clung to but the home she could never go back to. And it made her think about Aria and Hanna and Melissa and Jason and her parents and Wren and all the people she cared about but could do nothing for. They were probably dead too.
"Mona." Spencer's dark eyes hardened, her jaw set in fierce determination. "It's Mona Vanderwaal. She's A. She tormented me and my friends. She ran Hanna down with her car. She sent us messages, threatened us, forced us to do things that we never wanted to do."
Maybe if they hadn't lied so often they wouldn't have had so much trouble with A. Maybe if one of them had stood up to Alison and included Mona instead of excluding her she wouldn't hate them all so much. But damn it, Hanna had made Mona her best friend, higher on the totem pole than the three of them. Mona was queen bee of Rosewood High. She had Ali's coveted spot. Why the torment?
And why had she followed them all the way to Everett. Suddenly Spencer was full of purpose and it was a direct and focused kind of purpose rather than the blind rage and pain she had felt only moments earlier. She had to find Mona. She had to find Mona and kill her.
Because you see this world could twist you up, could turn good people bad. This world turned normal people into killers and Spencer was going to kill Mona.