After the big fire, the cops in town went crazy and Walter reacted just as I thought he would. Neither Devon nor Regina could be allowed to be found and havin' em both in the rooms near the Luna Mesa was just a shitty idea to begin with. But hey, nobody ever listens to good ol' Mac. Now they had too. And who was up with getting' em away? Sure, me. Who else to clean up lil' fuckers mess. So I had the honor to get my truck over to the room, loaded with tools to get "some repairs" done, while Regina and Devon stayed hidden in the little bathroom. Of course I made a big show outta it, cos why not havin' my fun with it.
So whenever one of 'em stupid fuckers rushed by to get a drink in the bar or some passerby just stopped for gas, I made sure to loudly say hi, throwing stuff in the back of my truck, getting' it out, hell, I even once asked some dude for help with getting the old bed out cos it's "so damn heavy". Inside I was laughin' my ass off cos surely lil' brother and his toy were shaking like jelly back in there. And temptation even took that game a bit farther when one of em' young pussies made her way by on a bike and I invited her in for some "private lesson". Damn shame she didn't say yes.
Occasionally I checked on the two of them. The third time I did that, I closed the bathroom door behind me and stood with my back to the door. Regina was awake but was gagged while Devon had her in his arms, both sitting next to the dirty bathtub, cornered in by the toilet. Regina's face was wet from tears, her eyes clear this time. Fully aware. She knew who I was and what was going on. She remembered, of course. Question was, just how much did she remember. The way she clutched to Devon, who had his arms across her chest while she wrapped her fingers around his. "How are ya holin' up in here? Looks cosy?" I flashed my disgusting smile and watched Regina shiver in Devon's arms. "Get to work, Mac. We gotta get outta here and fast!" "Cool down! Got it all planed out. And unlike the last time, I ain't got nobody fuckin' with my plan" I growled at him, took a hit from my pocket and went back into the room. Just to run straight into Walter.
"Whatcha doin' back there, Mac. Get this stuff goin' so we can get em' out!" He glared at me but kept his voice down. "On it. Obviously. Ya gunna tell 'em that I can't get em outta there together or want me to do that too? Ain't wanna be here when the lil' prince gets the news of his toy travelling without him." I slightly laughed and went back to work. "Mac" Walter said. I just went on workin' but then he called my name again "Mac" He sounded...weird. So I turned facin' him. He visibly swallowed and wet his lips before he went on "Look, son. I know it looks like ya always just getting' the shitty parts. I know this. And I never forget. NEVER." His eyes bore into mine as he wanted for me to really here him. Shruggin', I went back to work and heard Walter goin' back to the bathroom.
Part of me was a lil' surprised. But then again, he wasn't stupid. The whole meth-lab shit had been his idea and he built the network. Course, without me, he'd have nothin' at all. Good to know he knew. And never forgot.
Walter went to tell his other son about the travel plans and of course, the reaction wasn't a good one. Regina just started spilling more water while Devon went batshit crazy. Which was kinda funny given the fact that he tried to keep his voice down and tried to comfort Regina, who was digging her nails into his arms. "Dad, you can't possible expect me to leave her alone with MAC!" he spat out his brother's name like a curses. "It is how it is, son. Can't getcha both outta here at the same time. So it's her first and you after. Devon, think. Mac is right. Leave this to him" Walter tried to persuade him youngest, who was very well aware about the truth of these words. He just couldn't accept it.
Regina, for her part, was aware that she had the choice between the devil and the deep blue sea. Being alone with Mac or being alone with Devon. At least Devon was nice to her. Or was he? Softening her grip on Devon's arms, she focused on the inside, trying to calm down. Every since Mac had paid her a visit, her mind came back more and more. This was good. Just as Devon was. No, wait. In that second, he softly patted her arm and her body relaxed, knowing she was safe. But her heart told her something else. This was not right. Realizing the men were still talking, she cursed herself for not being able to pay attention cos surely some important info had just changed hands. But then again, what could she possibly do? She was trapped, doomed to stay here forever. There was no way out. Or was there? A little bit of what used to be the real Regina, that had been lost for so long, a long time ago, stirred inside her.
After Devon and Walter had settled their little chit-chat, I got the ok and went to get Regina. Had parked my truck with the back facin' the door, as close as I could. Now or never. I knocked on the door and to my surprise, Devon pushed her outside right away. "In there" A big wooden box stood on the floor. I'd have some trouble getting' it on the truck but i'd manage. When Regina saw the black hole, her face showed hints of defiance but Devon quickly shushed her "Get inside. This is the only way to get you to safety. No one will harm you" He stared at me while saying this in a warnin' while his hands cupped her face. She nodded and climbed in. Damn, she was under his fuckin' spell for sure. Closin' the top, I started to drag the thing to the door while Devon got back into the bathroom. But before he closed it, he blew a low whistle. Lookin' over, I got another look which I presumed to be somekind of death-warnin'. Yeah, right. Like he could kill anything else but a fuckin' fly. Walter helped getting' the box into the truck and for some reasons I didn't understand, he clapped me on the shoulder. Things were getting' weird. But they had no idea I thought as I put the truck into drive and went off with my precious freight.
Unaware of all these things, the police and the FBI did a house to house search. Which proofed to be difficult and left Darabont frustrated. The locals were somehow unhelpful and defiant. But he was sure the clue he needed to solve the murder of those two kids and the disappearance of the other two was somewhere around here. He just had to be careful finding them. Whoever killed that blonde kid was a monster. Not right in the head. But that was not entirely true. Usually, killers proofed to have a very high IQ or at least some very goods skills given that they were able to not only commit these crimes and hide them, but stay hidden themselves. And whatever this town knew, nobody would talk. It was always like this in the little backwoods communities. There was only one person around here actually trying to help. And Darabont decided it was time to call upon that help again. Remembering what the guy said, he made his way to the usual hangout. If he wasn't there yet, he surely would be soon.