I don't own anything, but the Red Wolf Society and all of its members. Scar Tissue is owned by Red Hot Chili Peppers.

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Til The End Ch. 1

"Alright, who first?" Mac looks at the group of cowering warriors and almost smiles. Her newest recruits were trained in hand-to-hand combat, but none seemed willing to spar with her, and she couldn't really blame them. She was in a really bad mood and the first person to volunteer was the first person to taste the mat.

Mac walks toward the desk and hits the play button on the boom box and the Red Hot Chili Peppers fills the room.

Scar tissue that I wish you saw

Sarcastic mister know it all

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause

With the birds I'll share

With the birds I'll share

This lonely view

With the birds I'll share

This lonely view

The music seems to make the warriors more apprehensive, and fed up, Mac points to the biggest one of the group motions him over. "Come on Goliath." She vaguely remembers this guy, he was picked up from the Naval academy, and he name was something strange like Hershey or something like that.

"Darcy, ma'am." At about 6'7 he hadn't wanted to volunteer, to spar with he new boss, he knew he would crush her. Bowing he dances around the small woman, watching her closely, she seemed to be lost in the song. Seeing his chance he throws his arms around her neck and executes a chokehold that she should leave her gasping for breathe.

  Push me up against the wall

Young Kentucky girl in a push-up bra

Fallin' all over myself

To lick your heart and taste your health 'cause

With the birds I'll share

This lonely view...

Mac felt a little bad for the guy; he thought he had a chance. She felt his arms go around her neck and the pressure start, but not before Mac shifted her weight. She took his arms and flipped him on his back. "Nice try kid. Rule one, people that act unconcerned are baiting you."

"Excuse Ms. Red Wolf, we'd like to discuss some business with you." Mac turned to toward the direction of the voice, and narrowed her eyes. The man was wearing a long trench coat in the middle of Salem's hottest heat wave, that and the gold chain around his neck told Mac all she needed to know.

She looked back at her recruits. " Darcy, lead the group on a 5 mile run." The group jogs out the door and ac turns and looks at the man near the doorway. "Please, come in." Mac moves toward the desk and seat down nodding toward the seat on the other side. "What can I do for you?"

 Blood loss in a bathroom stall

Southern girl with a scarlet drawl

Wave good-bye to ma and pa 'cause

With the birds I'll share

With the birds I'll share

This lonely view

With the birds I'll share

This lonely view

"Ms. Red Wolf, are you aware of the crime statistics in this neighborhood?" Seeing her nod he moves his chair closer to the desk and leans over it. " My associates and I are in the business of protection." He snaps his fingers and another much larger man in trench coats fills the doorway. " We wanted to make our services available to you, for a price."

"Oh my god." Mac can't contain the laughter. Three wise guys are trying to shake her down for protection money. "You're serious aren't ya?" Mac stands and moves form behind the desk and moves toward the plate glass window the say's Mac's Dujo on the opposite side, she motions for both men to join her, when they do she turns to them.

Soft spoken with a broken jaw

Step outside but not to brawl

Autumn's sweet we call it fall

I'll make it to the moon if I have to crawl and

With the birds I'll share

This lonely view...

"You gentlemen either have no clue who I am, or just stupid, but I don't have the time to discover which one it is." Looking at the two man causes another fit of laughter that must anger Gold Chain, because he moves to stand directly in her face. "You should move, before you learn why call me Mad Mac."

When Gold Chains associate moves closer Mac makes her move.

Scar tissue that I wish you saw

Sarcastic mister know it all

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause

With the birds I'll share

With the birds I'll share

This lonely view

With the birds I'll share

This lonely view...

She grabs Gold Chain, by his ears and throws to the ground, his associate makes a move inside his trench coat, and she gives him a spinning heel kick through the window. Mac turns back to Gold Chain lifts his arm and sends him backing the same way. She steps out through her new entrance and stands over the men as passerby start to gather.

"That's why they call me Mad Mac, come back again, and I show' you why they call me Mack The Knife." The men get up and began limping toward a black sedan parked in front of the shop. Mac grins as the car speeds of.

"Mac, I thought you were trying to lessen this violent episodes of yours." Greta didn't need to know what happened. She, Hope and Jennifer had been going to drop by to take her out, but it seems that Mac already had visitors.

Hope just stood by shaking her head, she had seen a lot thing in her days, but whenever she was near Mac she something new. She turned to get Jennifer's take on the scene, but she was already on the phone with her reporter from The Spectator, telling them not to respond to call they would receive about Mac's Dujo.

" Hope, Greta, Jennifer." She walks toward the women and smiles. " Sorry Princess, just demonstrating the things you leans at Mac's Dujo." She walks toward the door holds it open, motioning for them to enter. "Please come in."

Greta enters and walks toward the boom box turning it off, and seating in the seat Mac recently vacated, while Jennifer takes the other seat and Hope leans against the wall. " Does it really help your image to throw men through your plate glass widow?"

"I…" Mac stops when she hears panting and wheezing, she turns toward the door and sees her recruits returning. " That run shouldn't leave you people huffing and puffing." She shakes her head and points toward the broken glass. "Get this placed cleaned up, and then hit the weight room." She turns back to her friends. "I like my image, people think I'm crazy and they leave me alone."

Hope pushes herself off the wall. " They don't think you're crazy, you're wealthy they think you're eccentric." She takes the woman's arm and leads her closer to the desk. "Now, why don't, you join us for lunch?"

"Because being seen with you three makes me seem social and open to people, and I like be seen as the town hermit."

Jennifer gives Mac a pout. "Please Mac."

Greta stands form her sitting position and looks her friend in the eye, knowing what she has to do. "Forget ladies, Mac likes being wallowing in self-pity."

Mac glares and moves toward one of two people form her childhood, that she doesn't want to kill, and thinks about how she fell if that number was reduced to one. " I don't like reserve psychology, for two reasons." She puts up one finger. "One, it's dishonest, and manipulative." Putting another finger up. "Two, it works."

Abandoned Warehouse

The two men limped back into the building looking like escapes form a gang war. They made their way toward the desk where they employer sat facing the wall.

"How did things go?"

"She threw us through the window, sir."

The man in the chair laughs and blows smoke clouds into the air. " Good, nice to know she's still a fighter."

"Orders sir?" The gold-chained man asked fearing the answer would involve encountering Mac Red Wolf again.

"Just keep watching her, and carry on business as usual."