A/N: There's some music in this that is gonna seem weird, but this is the stuff I listened to for inspiration. For example "Somebody That I Used to Know", obviously this is not a love story, yet I think if either of them heard that song they would think of the other.

So bear with me please, love you.

Thank you as always to my bestie and wonderful beta Magenta's Nightmare. I adore you my friend. More than I can ever say or put into words. Also many thanks to the people who read and comment on this madness. or anything I write. But especially these stories. I'm proud of them. I love you !

I want to hold you tight, soft breath beating heart
as I whisper in your ear, I wanna fucking tear you apart.

Tear You Apart- by She Wants Revenge

I see a bad moon arising.

Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival

Must be the Season of the Witch.

Season of the Witch by Donovan

Men Are More Ready To Repay an Injury Than A Benefit, Because Gratitude Is A Burden And Revenge A Pleasure. ~Tacitus~

May

Remy stared at the broken phone on the floor and then at her sister, she wouldn't cry, not over him. He would drink her tears if he could and she wouldn't give him any, not one. She didn't want to scare Jenny, but then again, she should be scared, Jenny should. It was a mistake not telling and now they weren't safe. She had allowed herself a false sense of security, thinking she had killed him. Of course, he lived, the bad guy always did.

Remy should have known better, in every horror movie the killer never went down easily. How could she have been so stupid? The ice pick had left superficial wounds at best, she should have known. At the time it saved her life though, and she had been so grateful that the second wind had come over her when it did. Or she wouldn't be here at all to protect her sister, and that's what she intended to do.

He mentioned Jenny specifically and that had sent ice through her veins, she froze for a minute and then she was running out of the kitchen; were the doors all locked, the windows?

"Remy what's wrong, who was that?" Jenny exclaimed, but her older sister was already running past her towards the front door at the end of the hall in a frenzy, to Remy the door was so far away. She saw it as down a long hallway and her feet felt like they were in quicksand, she was in a panic.

Jenny chased her to the door where Remy was already locking and dead bolting it with shaking hands, she hadn't seen Remy like this in a long time; since that night she came home. Sometimes she could hear her sister moaning and crying in her sleep and had assumed it was over what Billy had done. They had all seen the beating she had taken, she was in the hospital for two days because of it, dehydrated and broken. But panic like this, Jenny had never seen that in her older sister, not ever.

"Remy, stop, whats' wrong with you?" Whatever it was it was bad.

Remy ignored her and headed for the back door, and repeated the process, locking up, then made her rounds to the windows, making sure they were secure too. Moving the curtains aside she peered out into the darkness, there was nothing there, but yet she felt his presence. She could feel him next to her, behind her, and chills ran down her arms and over her neck as if he'd just kissed her there.

She shook it off and turned to Jenny.

"Does Dad still have his shotguns?" Remy asked, heading towards their father's study.

"Remy, what's going on?"

"Jenny, there's something we need to talk about, get his shotgun and the shells." She looked out the kitchen window again, nothing, but he was coming, she knew it.

He wouldn't have called if he wasn't, this was her warning shot.

"Ok, ok," She ran to their father's office as her sister asked and returned with his gun and shells.

"You have to listen very carefully to me. The tattoo I have on my leg, there's a reason I got it and I should have told..." Remy began, with the gun between her legs, she loaded it and sat down on the couch with Jenny. It was time to tell her everything, or as much as she needed to know to appreciate the danger they were both in. He had mentioned Jenny specifically; a veiled threat and that struck a fear in Remy's heart unlike any she had ever felt.

Even when she was his prisoner, this fear was worse.

/

May-August

*****But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No, you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know****

In Utah, just like Remy suspected he was planning, as he always had been, it was what he did, who he was. Finding out her new phone number had been easier than he thought and her address too. The internet was a beautiful thing and no one was anonymous there, or safe. People thought by changing names, they could hide, and maybe some did, but she could never hide from him, he wouldn't allow it.

Mac would always look for her. She belonged to him until he decided otherwise, but it would never be her choice.

Once he had her old phone, he hacked into her social media accounts before she deleted them. It had been hard not to call her right away after he recovered from the ten stab wounds she gave him. He was missing his spleen thanks to her, not that he cared, he didn't even know what the spleen did. But it was the point, she had stabbed him, more than once.

She almost got him in the heart with that ice pick, and because she had gotten him in the soul because of who she was, Mac had wanted to call her immediately, but he waited.

He did his research first, found out everything about her that he didn't already know, made his plan and then called her. Now he was planning some more for when she came back because she was coming back for round two.

Mac wasn't done with her yet, they would never be done.

Remy was the only woman that ever got away from him, and he was still so puzzled as to how she had tricked him. That wasn't going to happen again, not this time. What he had planned she wouldn't get away from, not ever. He seriously thought about getting a bulletproof vest though, cause he was going to need it with a woman like her.

She wanted him dead, had told him more than once, and every time he thought about it he got hard. He wanted her right now, but bode his time, he could be patient when he needed to be; she would come back soon, willingly too, more or less.

/

******Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
But I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know.****

Remy had been working out some since she had returned months ago with the yoga, but she stepped it up with running and weights now. She was on guard, and she was getting ready because surely he was coming one day. He said, "Be seeing you" and she knew he meant it.

She slipped the earbuds into her ears as she stepped onto the treadmill, like every day. Gotye was singing about somebody that he used to know, and as she ran she was thinking of somebody too.

Her thoughts were filled with him these days, good, bad or indifferent, they had to be. He would like that, she knew and she knew he was thinking of her, it had become some sort of twisted mutual obsession now.

She only ran with earbuds in at the gym, if she was running outside, or if Jenny was, they couldn't wear earbuds and had to have someone else with them, safety in numbers, but it was no consolation; Remy had explained why to her sister, shown her the scars from where he had cut her.

Remy ran five miles every day now, either outside or on the treadmill, and after that, she would hit the weight room. Every day without fail, it helped blow off the stress she was feeling but also it was making her stronger, she took up kickboxing, and so did Jenny.

Two nights a week they sparred in the pool at the YMCA, he had tried to drown her after all. People would sit and watch the two crazy girls in the shallow end of the pool fighting each other every Tuesday and Friday.

*****You want a part of me, well I'm not selling cheap.****

She spent hours on the internet, looking for him, for traces of his crimes in Utah. It was all petty shit, theft, burglary, possession with intent, manufacturing, nothing that would have sent him to jail. She couldn't get that lucky. What did disturb her was that there were no sexual charges against him, she knew he had attacked women before, he'd told her as much. So either they didn't press charges because of fear or they were dead.

Dead was most likely, and she had almost been one of them.

On her own, she had found out his last name and address, but not much else. She needed someone more versed on the internet for this. Maybe the darknet, Luke, he could do it.

She searched other things too, in case he came calling, when because it was when; things she felt like she had to know about now, as distasteful as they might be. She wanted revenge, no matter how wrong that was.

This was her life now and it wouldn't be over until she killed him or he killed her, that was the way it had to be now; she knew that too. Somehow he knew it too, she could feel it in her bones, feel him deep in her bones, and the desire, to kill.

In her group therapy on Sunday's, she had a friend named Luke, and he was a little more than a friend, but she hadn't felt ready yet for a physical relationship. It was understood that one day, they would be together when the time was right. She could love him, she knew she could. One day she would kiss him when she was ready, she did let him touch her and hold her hand sometimes, they were making progress and he was sweet.

He thought she was worth the wait and he knew she had a lot of baggage, he didn't care, he'd wait as long as she said he had to.

Luke, the patient one, was an IT guy and former military, and he would do anything she wanted, get her anything she wanted and although she hated to take advantage of his feelings for her, she had to do what she had to do now.

"You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over."

There was only so much she could find out and she wanted to know exactly where he was, at all times; she had to know. It was a dark, dark obsession now. The phone he had called her from was out of service, she had found that out right away; that was the problem, he was smart. Mac was a lot smarter than he let people think, she had seen that side of him. She had to be ready for whatever he threw her way, and it would be a lot, she knew that.