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Mac ran down the corridor shouting after Abigail who ignored him, walking into his office. He followed her and tried to get her attention.

'Abigail –' He began but she shook her head, holding one hand up to silence him.

'No. Don't start.' She ordered. After a moment of silence, she sighed and walked towards him. Mac suddenly became very confused. The anger in her face had evaporated and was now replaced with the sickly sweet smile he had learnt to loathe.

'Abigail -.' He tried again but she put one finger to his lips and began to move him towards the couch. Mac had every instinct in his body screaming for him to get out but his mind was telling him that he at least needed to try and apologise to her.

'I know you want to apologise but I can't be bothered in hearing any of your empty words. So, I'm going to try my best to make you realise what you are missing out on by choosing her.' She spat out the last word and pushed him onto the seat. He tried to scramble back up but she was too quick and sat on his lap, straddling him.

'Abigail, stop.' He directed but she ignored him and instead moved her hands to his and put his arms behind his back. This had to stop.

'Abigail. We really need to talk.' He tried.

'Shh hun. There's plenty of time for talk later.' She whispered and began to move her hands up to his wrists that were now behind his back. Suddenly, he felt a cold substance connect with where her hands were a moment ago and then she sat back. But he couldn't move his hands. He'd been handcuffed.

Not good.

'Abigail, this has got to stop. Let me go.' He tried again but she placed a finger on his lips once again.

'I don't think so.' She said moving her hands down his chest. Mac began to get extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't seem to stop her and he didn't know how far she would go. He went to try to talk to her again but she beat him to the punch.

'I already told you, I don't want to hear it. I know that you think you're in love with that bitch…' Mac clenched his fist in anger at her reference to Stella. 'But I'm going to make you see sense.' Mac shook his head.

'Look, Abigail. I never meant to hurt you.' She cut him off again.

'Yeah, you never meant to hurt me. It was never meant to get this far. You were going to tell me blah blah blah. I've heard it all before hun.' She spat out his pet name with added venom. 'And you know what?' The pitch of her voice rising. 'I'm fed up of hearing it. I'm fed up of men like you.' She prodded him hard in the chest with her nail and proceeded to move her finger down his chest towards his belt. He stiffened. His usual logic escaped him and he did not know what to do. He had a hysterical woman on his lap, his hands were handcuffed behind his back and her hands were wandering dangerously. He swallowed as her finger continued down. He closed his eyes and realised that her hand had moved to his side where he usually kept his gun.

Oh crap.

'Abigail, what are you doing?' He asked, panicking as he heard the gun click out of its holster.

'I told you. I am fed up of men like you and now it's my turn to get even.' She looked into his eyes with a hard glare and pressed her legs against his, making it extremely difficult for him to move. Slowly, she moved the gun towards his face, the barrel pointing directly between his eyes. Only one word came to his mind. Not 'help' like any normal person. No, instead it was:

'Stella!' He shouted as loud as he could. He wanted to punch himself afterward. Why was he going to bring her into this? It seemed like Abigail read his mind and hit him with the end of the gun to the side of his face. He grunted in pain and began to feel the warm sensation of the blood trickling down his cheek from his temple. Abigail laughed coldly and abruptly stopped. Mac looked up at her and became increasingly worried by the sinister grin on her face.

'Actually, if you want to see her so badly, who am I to stop you? After all, where is the fun in just killing you. You made me pay so I will make you pay.' She laughed again and pointed the gun to the door just in time to for him to hear Stella cry out his name in worry. Mac tried to shake Abigail off him but she elbowed him in the face causing another cry of pain to issue from his mouth. He could taste blood. He quickly swallowed the rusty flavour and shouted with as much volume as he could.

'Stella get down, she's got a gun!'

And that is when the shooting started.


Okay, so that cliffhanger was a little cruel so I do apologise for that... Let me know what you think :D:D

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