Spike lay quietly in his basket listening closely to Twilights breathing patterns. She wasn't asleep yet he could tell by how shallow her every breath was. Soon he hoped to fix her erratic breathing with the pristine smothering maul, of silence. He hadn't planned this as well as he had hoped but he could work off a shaky plan, it was his job. Every day, the same thing. He hadn't signed up for this life, he was drafted into it. Through the many arguments as a younger dragon he had determined that release from this abusive life was out of the question. Her excuses had ranged from his age to his knowledge but he could see right through her. His only ticket to freedom? Kill Twilight Sparkle, there was no two ways about it.
As Twilights loud snoring settled into a faint whisper Spike sprung into action. He pulled the chloroform and knife quietly out from under his blanket and set about preparing his plan. He soaked a large handkerchief with the putrid chemical, taking care not to inhale any of the fumes. The knife he had taken the time to sharpen meticulously so as it would be wicked sharp for the occasion. He knew what the results from a blunt knife on skin were, and he preferred not to think about those moments of self harm. It was her turn now.
His hands shook as he pulled the blankets off Twilight's neck and chest. It was time, time for him to claim what he rightfully deserved. Held the cloth down over her face, to make sure she wouldn't wake. He felt a pang of guilt. The intrusive chemical would probably give her nightmares, it was too bad that would be the last thing she felt. Fear, sadness, anger, all the things he felt up until now bundled into one last final moment as he would finally end her life. Even the Elements of Harmony couldn't save her now.
He watched her, recording her final minutes. She looked peaceful, lost in her dream world, but not for long. Soon she started to squirm. Her breathing became more and more rushed and even a single tear escaped her prison of sleep. She was having her nightmare. He tried to distract himself from her private torture and focused on the task at hand He leaned in closer to find his target. He had been quietly studying pony anatomy at night and had determined the quickest and easiest route for a knife to travel to her heart. It was so simple, and so easy. It would be a slow and painful death, but the bitch would get what she deserved. He held the knife over her, her life balanced on a single decision. It was time to make a choice. It was too easy to choose.
Spike pushed with all his might on the handle of the knife. It slid a few inches into her flesh, then stopped. He had hit her sternum. He started to panic as Twilight began to writhe, trying to slip away from the knife but Spike persisted. He pulled the knife, dripping with blood, from her chest and moved a few inches to the left and thrust again. But this time the knife hit its mark. He could feel the beating tissue sending vibrations up the blade of the knife, trying to compensate for this sudden disruption.
Twilight started to cry out. Some of Twilights words were to slipping into the real world. "Please no! Don't leave, I need my best friend, Please! It hurts so much! Make it stop!" She was struggling against the blade, though she still remained unconscious. The sound of her voice was ringing in her ears, pleading him to stop, but he kept his hands firmly held on the knife. Eventually her thrashing became weaker as her life force left with her blood. Then with her dying breath she uttered something, something that threw him off guard. Something that broke his heart. "Please spike, you're my best friend, I Iove you. Please don't... go. Her voice faltered and faded into silence, but it wasn't the silence he wanted any more. His heart stopped. He couldn't comprehend what he had just heard. She hadn't been lying. How could he have been so selfish as to not see the care and love she had put into raising him from a baby. All this time and all she had wanted was the best for him, and he had killed her.
Spike collapsed over the body of his closest relative and sobbed. He begged and prayed to wake up and even cut his arm in a vicious attempt to prove that this was just a dream. He cried and cried into the night, calling her name and wishing her back. But as the clock struck midnight and Twilight's passing became cold, hard reality, he made a decision. He had another life to take tonight, and this time it wasn't the same kind of freedom he was aiming for.
Spike inhaled as much of the fumes as possible. He wanted to be asleep for this. He held the knife to his own neck, trying to summon up the courage to do it. He pushed the knife against his scales as hard as he could but his hand slipped and he dropped the knife on the floor. His head spun as he felt the world twist around him. No, for this he had to remain conscious, he had to end it. He tipped and hit the ground, knocking stars into his vision. He struggled to push himself up but to no avail. As his vision failed he tried desparately to find the knife. He felt his fingers close around it he used all of his strength to lift it to his neck and pull the blade across his veins. As he lost consciousness, one last thought crossed his broken mind. "'Im sorry Twilight, I'll make it up to you in the next life. I promise."