Chapter 6: Mac's Deal
Mac continue walking, through the grass that felt so soft on her feet. She ignored the wails of the baby and turned to face -
Nick and Fletcher.
"What the bloody 'ell is goin' on?" asked Nick, rather demanding. "We've just had to help flamin' Rocky get his bloody chicks back!"
"So, 'e got 'em did he?" Mac said, sounding slightly impressed.
"Wif our help, of course," Fletcher said, smiling a little.
"Well, that's the leas' of their troubles," Mac said, smiling curiously.
"What do you man?" Nick asked, concerned.
"Stealin' the babies is gonna seem lik' great af'er what I put 'em 'ens through, and me and my superior aren't fans of easy death."
Nick and Fletcher both felt like they couldn't breathe. They couldn't speak, or move from fear. What Mac had just said was that she meant to kill off Chikin Park. Finally Fletcher spoke up.
"You're s-superior?" he said in a quiet, nervous voice.
"You'll be meetin' 'im soon, I expect. 'Av a nice night, fellas," Mac said, and turned away, walking down a sloping hill.
**
Ginger couldn't help herself. The fat tears rolled down her cheeks, and sadness consumed her. Rocky held his love close to his chest, kissing her head. Nick and Fletcher stood before Rocky and Ginger.
"Easy death?" Rocky asked, still not believing not Nick and Fletcher had said.
"That's what she said. She was off her nut!" Nick replied, still shaken from the experience.
"And she's working for someone?" Rocky asked, keeping his cool.
"She said he had a superior, or sumfing," Fletcher said in a small voice. Fletcher stared at Ginger. She looked she was dead. She was staring straight ahead, not moving, not daring to breathe.
"Ginger?" he said quietly, actually concerned about the chicken he had once despised. Ginger snapped up, looking at them.
"We need to find Mac, and find out who she's working for," Ginger said, commando-style.
"Isn't she dangerous, hun?" Rocky asked, apparently surprised by his wife's sudden determination.
"I don't care. She's changed. She's not the Mac we knew," Ginger said, folding her arms.
"Do you mean we have to-" Rocky began.
"We have to talk to her. I will not sit here, I will not do nothing, I will contribute, I will help, I will NOT let Mac destroy herself." Ginger said. The others dared not argue. "Rocky, raise the alarm. Lock up houses, take the babies to the orphanage. We're going on a search." Ginger concluded.
**
Over three hills and lying in a cornfield, Mac was smiling to the skies for her turn of fortune.
"They know we're coming then?" a deep, scary voice boomed from behind her.
"That they do!" Mac said, chuckling. "And I'll just bet' their comin' for us right now!"
"Bring them on," the deep voice said again.
"I can't thank ya enough, Rustin," Mac said in her sweet Scottish accent. "You took me under your wing, I lov' ya for it."
Rustin smiled, and stepping out the shadows, he revealed his figure once again to Mac, who had seen it now many times. He was a giant pit bull dog, a spiked chain around his neck, his eyes a dark shade of red, a threatening, huge figure…unafraid, absolute.
"Soon."
