First if you haven't read Black Dahlia you need to read that one first since it the parent fic to this and you need it to go on. Thanks for giving this a look.
SO here we are on the second leg of these twos journey. I really hope you like this and stick around to see where this goes. I'm still a bit overwhelmed from the response to Black Dahlia. Now I've been talking over this sequel like twenty something chapters back in Black Dahlia with someone and I had two different routes I could go with it. She has gently and pushily guided me this one way, lol, and now I've got my mind set I'm going to be writing like a fiend again. Welcome to the trip!
The metallic clang of cuffs as the musical drumming of his fingers was the only sound in the room as he set waiting on whoever the fuck was coming. He knew it wasn't his lawyer and he knew he had no visitors. Snorting at the thought and knowing he'd killed them all he slouched in his chair and tilted his head to the side enough that he could see the mirror. He knew he was being watched. He wasn't stupid not like these motherfuckers thought he was. It was likely that goddamn therapist again and the thought alone had him wanting to cut someones throat.
The door opened and Mac didn't even shift his gaze from the glass. It didn't bother him that they were trying to figure him out. Fuck everyone he knew had tried and failed. The only person who ever got close was in the wind and even so she wouldn't be help them. Harper was a fucking enigma that even on the best of days he didn't understand he was pretty sure he didn't want to.
"My name is Kaye Chambers." The voice was smooth as she walked around to the other side of the chair.
Mac raised a brow at the fact that they had sent a woman in instead of the usual charlatan that came in here trying to talk to him. Idiots.
He knew this play. He knew it well and they were fucking idiots the thought had him wanting to smile but he kept his face passive. They only knew about Walter's murder and not his other crimes. Pratt knew but he wasn't fucking stupid enough to let them in on the fact that Mac was a rapist that he had let slide with his murdering tendencies. Bad for business on both ends that one would be.
If they thought setting a piece of pussy in the room with him when their other interrogators had failed was going to work well they were sorely mistaken. This bitch wasn't even on the cute side. She was of medium height with more weight on her then necessary and he wasn't sure how the fuck she was keeping balance. Her goddamn hair was so short it barely stuck up. Hell her hair was like his with the whole disheveled look and that just flat out bothered him on a purely male level. If he lifted that bitches skirt he was sure he'd find a dick bigger than his swinging there.
It didn't matter that his days mirrored the setting sun now days he wasn't going to give them what they wanted. Fuck them. Fuck them all. He wasn't saying shit cause it didn't matter. It didn't then and it don't now. He had shit to be done.
"The night of your father's death can you tell me what happened?"
Mac shifted his eyes onto her from the mirror and she kept her face passive. The eyes gave her away though. She was scared of him. Eyes never leaving hers she started shuffling papers as his fingers continued to drum and he cocked his head further to the side his head tilted slightly down. If they thought his constant movement was a sign of nerves then he wanted to laugh. Harper was always giving him shit about not being able to set still.
Mac mentally cursed himself for bringing her up again in his mind and growled his boots beginning to thud as his anger spiked. This bitch was looking at him and he wanted to slap that fucking look off her face. He wasn't a goddamn exhibit in the zoo to be gawked at and studied. Tightening his first he caught the chain to the cuffs and watched as they caught the link on the table where he was chained too.
Her eyes went to it when the metal met metal softly and she looked back to him. "Do you remember that night Mac?"
"Do you think I'm fucking senile?" He snapped his eyes flashing. "Of course I remember butchering him."
Licking her lips she nodded, "Do you want to talk about it?"
Mac shifted back to passive as if she wasn't there. He wasn't there in the room with her. No he was mentally tracking every place he knew Harper could go. People and places they had talked about if something were to ever happen. He knew three places. Three exact places she could be right now and not have to worry for a thing. Three places he would find her at.
She'd worked her way under his skin all those months ago and he'd seen her every day since the fucking beginning almost it. Seven goddamn months. Seven goddamn months and not even a glimpse of her had his blood burning and his anger at a damn near nuclear level. There was something stirring in his blood that was more than just wanting to fuck her or hurt her. That alone had him looking around and then down at the links on his wrist and sneering at them. He was bound in place but it wouldn't last long.
For all his strengths they interpreted them as weaknesses. They were wrong. Wrong on such a fucking level that Mac wanted to laugh in all their faces. Just cause he didn't set and cry in his cell or beg and plead didn't make him weak. He knew what he done and he knew the evidence. Mac was right where he fucking wanted to be. For anyone to think otherwise was ignorant if they knew him.
"Do you have remorse? He was your father.." She droned on.
Mac had missed most of the shit she had said by now and he was getting tired of this shit. Did he miss Walter? No. Fuck that. He'd wanted to kill that man since his tenth birthday.
"Mac you've been here for a month since your transfer and you've yet to say anything about that night." Kaye sighed, "I'm trying to help you by understanding what happened here."
Mac set up suddenly and she leaned back. He was always disinterested in these visits and slouched looking off not paying attention. He never knew they were over until they came in and re-shackled him.
"What the fuck makes you think I need your help?" Mac snarled jerking on the chains again but she was focused on his face. Her eyes were wide and her breathing picked up. No one had seen his temper flare yet and he'd done a good job of keeping it pent-up. He wasn't even allowed in general population but that was up today now that he'd been here a month. "Do I look like I need the help of some from a needy goddamn cunt like you? Who the fuck do you think you are to come in here and goddamn speak to me like that? All your goddamn bitching and moaning makes me want to break your fucking neck."
Kaye moved to stand and Mac snarled jerking his wrist roughly and lunged for her at the same time. The combined effort of him jerking and throwing his weight snapped the link welded to the table and he was over it. She stood abruptly but he was over the table and had the chain attached to the cuffs around her throat bearing down and choking her.
"You wanna know why the fuck I killed him?" Mac hissed in her ear letting up just enough as he heard the guards coming to the door, "I done it cause I fucking wanted to. I done it cause that is who the fuck I am."
She was bucking her entire body as she struggled against his iron grip. Her body was slamming back into him hard enough that he had to take a step back as the sound of her fighting for breath filtered through the room. Her high heels had come off as she kicked her legs and she was scratching and clawing at his arms and hands but for nothing. He could smell her fear, almost taste it. It was setting his blood on fire and he snarled at the thought that this bitch just didn't do it for him. If he wasn't in jail he'd still kill her but he'd go home and fuck Harper through the goddamn wall. He'd fuck her like an animal and she'd beg for it from him. Hell even if she was there and seen him kill the bitch she'd be climbing him before the body hit the floor.
The door swung open and Mac gripped her jaw tightly and met the Wardens eyes. With a quick motion he tightened the chain back up and jerked. The sickening snap of her neck echoed in the small room and Mac let her body drop and stepped back his hands in the air. The adrenaline was thundering in his veins strongly as the smell of blood met his nose. Blood was running down his arms from where the cuffs and sliced into his skin when he'd broke the link and he watched it as it made it's way towards the scars on his forearm Harper had left.
"GET A MEDIC IN HERE NOW!"
Mac was slammed into the wall and spun just as he started laughing and then jerked backwards and forced from teh room. The Warden's eyes never left his and he winked at him as he was pulled down the hall towards his solitary cell.
