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Til The End Ch.22

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I disclaim

It was a strange sight.

Hovering over a dark wooded area was a small black chopper, and even though the propellers were spinning no sound can be heard from them. It almost looked like a space ship the way the only thing that could be clearly seen were the lights on its side.

He glanced out the window though the binoculars and pointed it toward the restaurant. He could see her holding a small child in her arms seated at a table room conversing with Chloe Black, and some blond guy. He tuned at looked back at the shooter as he assembly the sniper rifle checking and rechecking the as he went. "You ready?"

"Yes, sir." The man gave a small salute that left a lot to be desired. "Target in sight and weapon ready."

"Good." Turning back to look at the target again he finds her in the center of the room no longer holding a small child, but now a microphone as the guest assemble around her and a large cake is set in front of her. The sound of his cell phone breaks the silence in the chopper, removing it from his pocket he grimaces when he sees the callers' identity. "Good Evening Alexandra, how may I help you?"

"Is everything ready?"

"Yes, my best man, has her in his sights as we speak."

"Excellent, but I want you to do it."

"Excuse me."  

"I want this done correctly, and I only have complete faith in you, Patrick." Her voice takes on a sugary sweet quality that he knows I done to merely placate him, but he hears the edge in it nonetheless. "So be a good boy, and take her out."

"Of course Alexandra, I take care of it now."

"No, do when it when she blows out the candles, I want her dead before she can finish her wish." Her laughter fades out as she puts down the phone ending the connection.

Patrick moves form his position and takes the gun from the bewildered gunman, and motion for him to move to of the way. "I do it."

Patrick settles down on the floor of the choppers open door, looks through the scope, and clearly sees Mac Red Wolf talking to Chloe Black as the cake is positioned for the candle to be lit. The lights go out and he switches on the night vision feature and focuses on Mac's body as she leans over to blow out the candles.

He sees her closes her eyes she blows out the light and he pulls the trigger. The bullet shots through the window and pushed Mac back onto the floor as the blood begins to stain her white shirt. Patrick watches as Mac body relaxes as death settles over her, and he pulls the gun back and motions for them to take off. Taking out his phone he dials his the mansion, and smiles when she picks up the phone. "Your niece just had an unfortunate accident."

"Really, what happened?" Fake sympathy oozed from Alexandra as he could hear the smile in her voice.

"She walked into the path of a bullet."

The sound of laughter filled his ear as his employer loses all pretense of caring about Mac. "I couldn't think of anyone more deserving of that honor."

The sound continues and suddenly Patrick is no longer in the chopper, but a white room with Mac dressed all in white.

"What's going on?" Patrick looked down and found himself dressed all in black.

"What's going on is you shot me." Mac eyes narrowed as a door opens and Chloe Black enters holding a small child. "Then you took upon yourself to sell out my goddaughter to that bitch you work for."

" I was under DiMera's control, I didn't know what I was doing." Patrick backed up as more Salem residents entered the room. John and Brady Black looked at him with fury and resentment, as Lucas and Mike entered the room heading straight for him, as Mac step in front of them.  

"Back off, his mine." Mac statement is met with nods of agreement as then began taking seats happy to watch the show.

"I though everything was forgiven Mac." Patrick panics as he reaches a wall with no sign of escape in sight.

"FORGIVEN." Mac's face takes a look of pure and unrestrained rage as she advanced with her bowie knife clenched in her right hand. "There is no forgiveness, for a traitor that sided with a DiMera against me."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Patrick, Patrick, PATRICK."

Opening my eyes I see John standing over me shaking my hand shoulder, I look around the room and see flowers and balloons. "What's going on?"

"I think you were having a nightmare." John watches the younger man's face flush with embarrassment, and he starts to understand what exactly Patrick was having. "Or you were reliving your time as a DiMera flunky."

Patrick's eyes narrow as the last statement. "I'm surprised you're even here, after what I did."

"Patrick, I'm one of the last people that could ever be angry for your action under DiMera's control, that list includes Hope Brady, Chloe, and Mac." John takes the chair by Patrick's bed, and sits down. " The DiMera's are pure evil, with the exception of Mac." "You can't be held responsible for your action, you weren't the Patrick that we all know, you were Lexie's Patrick." "That Patrick had no conscious or morals, and was designed to be a criminal."   

"He's right O'Neil." The two men turn and see Mac leaning against the doorframe. "Hey John."

"Mac." John stands and nods. "I want to thank you for saving my granddaughter." John sticks out his hand and when Mac touches his, he pulls into a hug, and once again gets transported back twenty years to a garden on Stefano's estate as he congratulates the small child on her quick grasp of the martial arts. "I'm proud of you."

Mac blushes at his complement, and remembers the same scene in her head. " All shucks, twernt nothin'." She drops her head at and looks at the floor, trying to keep the laughter out, but losing. "I'm glad to see that some members of your family know how to appreciate a person."

"Chloe upset?" John asks knowing the answer.

"Of course, but she'll get over it."

"Yeah, she just take it out on everyone else until she feels better." John pats Mac's shoulder and waves to Patrick as he opens the door and walks out only to turn in the hallway. "Remember what I said Patrick." That being said John closes the door and heads toward the elevator.

" You can't let things they force you to do change your life, O'Neil." Mac takes the seat John just vacated.

"You do." Patrick cuts off her protest and continues." You haven't spent the all your time as Mackenzie Red Wolf, making up for Machiavelli DiMera's actions."

"I'm different, I'm not an innocent bystander like you and John, I'm a blood DiMera." "I spent years as psycho killer slash thief traveling the world leaving destruction and blood in my path, I have a lot to make up for."

"So do I." Patrick tries to sit up, but his broken leg makes it difficult, and he grimaces and then glares at the woman sitting beside him. " You know that you broke my damn leg, right?"

Mac nods and seems unimpressed by his anger and glare. "Yeah, that was kinda my intention." "Calm down, your leg and arm will heal, and no one will hold your time as a crime lord against you." "Things will go back to normal, or as normal as things get in the town of Salem."

"Really, you promise?"

"Of course, you have my word."

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Well guys this fic is winding down, I think there may only be one or two more chapters til the end (like the way I threw the title in there). I will as usual leave the story open for another sequel, but I will be writing another story. The next will be outside my usual Broe roots, and may either be a Shloe Fic or a Passions fic starring with Kuis (Kay and Luis) or Kantonio (Kay and Antonio). I'm not really sure yet, there is also the possibility of me writing a General Hospital Fic starring Emily. It all depends on the feedback I get, so please give your preference.