ENCOUNTER WITH DEMONS

CHAPTER 7

DISCLAIMERS, ETC IN CHAPTER ONE.

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VICTORIA PARK – 2250 EST

Mac had arrived early, and hidden in the shadows of the trees until Lieutenant Vaughan arrived, also early.

"Why did you do it?" her voiced boomed from the shadows, making him whirl around, searching, trying to find her.

Mac smiled to herself. She had the upper hand. He couldn't see her, but she could see him. Silently, she moved, like a cat stalking its prey.

"Why did I do what?" Vaughan yelled back, looking in the direction where Mac's voice had come from.

"You know what I mean," she retorted from her new position. Again, he whirled, not expecting her voice to come from behind him.

"Why did you do it?" she repeated, remaining in the shadows.

"Why did I do what? Who are you?" he asked, beginning to get frustrated.

Mac had moved again while he was talking.

"Answer me, damnit! Why did you do it?" she cried, pulling the gun from the waistband of her jeans.

"Who are you? Why did I do what?" He began heading towards, threateningly, towards Mac's general position.

"You know who I am, Lieutenant Vaughan." She released the safety, aimed the weapon, and pulled the trigger.


His outraged cry echoed in the silent park, as the bullet tore its way through his thigh.

He faulted but didn't fall, somehow managing to stay upright.

Mac stepped from the shadows at the same time that the clouds cleared from in front of the moon. Her face no longer in the shadows.

"You know damn well who I am, Vaughan."

"Ah. Colonel Mackenzie, to what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting?"

Mac stepped further into the clearing.

"You know why I'm here," Mac spat back.

"You mean our little rendezvous? I quite enjoyed it. Didn't you?" he smirked coldly.

Mac raised the gun and shot him in the shoulder. This time he fell, and was slow to get back onto his feet, but it didn't wipe the smirk off his face.

"Ouch, Colonel. Why did you have to shoot me?"

"You know why I shot you! Now answer my question!" Mac yelled.

"And what question was that?" he retorted sarcastically, obviously more stupid than he looked.

"Why did you do it? Why did you rape me?" Mac screamed, her grip tightening on the trigger.

"Why did I do it?" he asked, oddly calm considering he had a very angry female marine waving a gun at him. A marine that had already shot him twice.

"I'll tell you why. Because you're a worthless whore, that's why. I know all about your past. The boyfriends that have died because of you. You even murdered your own husband. What kind of woman are you?" he continued without waiting for an answer. "That's right you're a tramp. You kissed another man on the night of your engagement party. You're a slut, that's what you," he ranted.

"So you raped me because you think I'm a slut? What kind of man does that make you?!" she threw back at him.

"One that takes advantage of the things available to me," he sneered.

"Why? Why me?" Mac cried her grip tightening so much that he knuckles went white.

"Why you? Because I worked on your floor and every day I said 'hello', but you never answered me. You didn't even so much as acknowledge me. That's why I did this. For revenge."

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As Harm pulled into the car park, he spotted Mac's car. When he was getting out he heard the sound of a single gunshot coming from deep within the park.

What he dreaded was coming true. Mac was in real danger. She was alone, with no backup, hunting down her attacker in a dark park. The only advantage was that she had a gun, but sometimes that can go sour, too.

'Thank God, I found that note,' Harm thought as he began running towards the shots, tucking his spare weapon into the waistband of his pants.

A few minutes later he heard another gunshot, and quickened his pace.

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"That's why you did this? For revenge? There are nearly a hundred people on the floor! How am I supposed to greet every single person each day? That's impossible!" Mac cried.

"Maybe for you, but not for other people," he remarked.

"You are a worthless piece of dirt, you know that? How many other women have you done this to? Five? Ten? Twenty? Or have you lost count?"

"You're a worthless whore, Sarah," he emphasised her given name sardonically. "You don't deserve to be loved."

For Mac that was the final straw, her finger tightened on the trigger. Amazingly, her hands were steady, the opposite of her heart.

"Goodbye," she whispered and she pulled the trigger.

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Harm raced through the park, searching everywhere for Mac and Vaughan.

Just when he though he'd never find them, he spotted them in a clearing. Mac standing with the gun held out in front of her, it pointed at Vaughan.


"No, Mac, NOO!" he yelled, but it was too late.

A gunshot echoed through the silent night.


TBC…..

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A/N: This is the second to last chapter.. sorry it was so short! Please review! Thanks, Nessie