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The feds had left the Luna Mesa long when I finally got around to get me some Jack. Christ on a crutch, what idiots. Kids lost in the desert blah blah blah Kid without a head, rest not found blah blah blah Dude gutted by a maniac blah blah blah two still missing blah blah blah. All of the 'where have you been on day x, have you seen them, can anyone verify this' didn't take them anywhere. Those who knew where either dead or knew they would be if they talked. No worries there. Per-fuckin'-fect.
All the time, Walter had played along just fine. Even tho he'd been stunned when he saw me, no one would ever guess. Now with everybody gone, he came around the table I was sitting on and put a hand on my shoulder. Without another word, he went back behind the bar. Stupid fuckin' bar. Sides the damn booze, this place was useless as fuck. Whatever. "Where's Devon?" I asked when I downed my drink. "Leave 'em alone." "She still alive?" I barked a laugh. Good. "Son, we're already in deep shit. No need to make it worse" I exploded. The chair I sat one went over and the table I punched almost broke "AND WHO'S FUCKIN' FAULT IS IT? Not mine, DAD." Very deliberately, I made the last word sound like an insult. "Your lil' golden boy fucked it all up. AGAIN. Cos of that dumb chick. AGAIN. And what for? A nice fuck? Yeah, worth dying for, isn't it"
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Mac left to only god knows where. Walter's eyes didn't leave his eldest son until he was outta sight. When his eye sight came back to the little rooms across the bar, he swore he could see somebody inside even though the drapes where pulled.
But Walter was right. Devon has been lurking and watching, praying and sweating. Luckily the feds hadn't conducted a full search. It was about time he got her away from her. Actually, he had wanted to do that the day before but Walter had talked him out of it. Especially when Dev had mentioned the cave as possible destination. Cos even with the local cops and their files gone, chances where that there still was a hint about it all somewhere. But where to take Regina.
Turning his head, he found her on the bed, facing the wall, eyes empty. Her skin was pale but clean, her eyes empty. Slowly, he approached her and put himself beside her. Not a flinch came from her. The tips of his fingers soothing the side of her arm and her bare torso he whispered softly to her "I'm gonna get you out of here. He won't hurt you anymore. No, I won't let Mac get to you..."
He talked on and on, not sure if Regina even heard him cos she didn't react in any way. That worried him a little. But she'd come around soon enough. After all this horror, she just needed some time to recover, is all.
Truth was, Regina was in there. Very much there. Shut in, safe and sound, behind a wall that had come out of nowhere, she heard it all. Felt it all. Like she was the third person in the room. Her, but not really her. And it was what had kept her alive for now. The others may have called her weak before and yes, she had felt weak herself. But she had survived. Knowing it all now, she knew she never had a chance. So all she could do now was wait. And when Devon whispered the name, her neurons started firing. But not out of fear. At least not for herself. The name of the man that had hurt her in the past. The monster that had killed her friends. The person she now was not afraid of anymore. Her real nightmare lay right beside her. And after all what had happened, she was sure that the old saying applied here very well 'My enemies enemy is my friend" Only, could she do that to Devon? Time would tell. Cos for sure, he'd come. Mac,