The next chapter is the last one, and this time I mean it. I promise :-)

Chapter 5

There she was, Devon's bitch, the last one standing, everyone else dead by his hand. Devon and Regina were out there somewhere in his desert but it didn't matter because this bitch had a part to play.

The cunt was crying, screaming, she was in shock that anything like this could be happening to someone like her. She fought him, kicking and punching him. Mac snorted, backhanding her, watching her fall in the dirt. He thought about Zia, all the times he'd hit her. He would take it all back if he could have her again.

The truth was, he didn't think Zia minded all that much that he hit her. She understood on some level that he couldn't help it, he was twisted inside, broken. She would take his anger and still reach out to him. The only thing that ever really bothered Zia was his fidelity. The bitch on ground was crying, he kept hitting her, staling, he should just fuck her, but he kept seeing Zia's sad hazel eyes.

He told her about the cave, the first time he really took what he needed. He blamed the cave, but it wasn't the cave or his father or Devon, it was him, it was when he finally realized what he was. The canyons had shown him, Regina and Rick had unleashed it, the meth he took couldn't stop it and his father couldn't control it and Devon, well Devon was all wrapped up in himself, he didn't make much difference

What Mac really wanted to know was what this girl was going to give him, she had something for him. He didn't even want to fuck her but he would, he'd fuck her and find out what she had. She fought him hard and he joked that she would make him love her, as if he could ever love such an egotistical twat.

Again he thought of Zia, there was no ego in Zia. His skin prickled. "I'm sick of this shit." He hit the bitch harder, kicking her, punching her for not being who he needed.

"You begged for it," he told her. The stupid cunt thought he meant the fucking but he meant the pain. He tore her shirt off and began to undress, neither of them would get any pleasure. He was going to make her scream.

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Zia was deep in the desert, she couldn't tell how long she'd been here, a mild wind blew her limp locks around her head. She could see them, far away, little figures running around. It didn't take her long to find Mac. Mac was chasing them, cutting them down one by one. Her heart reached out to him but she didn't move, she knew better.

The Devils had stopped her before and they would stop her now. She had to be satisfied with seeing him from afar, it was more than she'd had in she didn't know how long. The Devils swirled around her ready to stand in her path if she tried to defy them again. She'd tried so hard to get back to Mac at first, running towards the Luna Mesa with all her might, but she was no match for the desert entities. They whirled up in her path, time and time again. They disoriented her, turned her around, blinded her and she would always end up back in the same spot. She watched as Mac disemboweled a man and her heart ached for him. He was in a bad place.

"It will be alright." A soft voice came from behind her. Zia's eyes opened in shock, the devil's talked to her but only in her head, this voice came from someone else. She tore her eyes away from Mac and turned to face her new companion.

It was a woman, she was beautiful, almost a female version of Mac, with his blue eyes and high cheek bones, but whereas Mac was menacing, this woman was light and warmth.

"Will you wait for him Zia?" the woman asked.

"Of course," she answered. She'd been waiting for Mac her whole life and the devils said he would be here soon. "I will always wait for him." She turned back to look at Mac.

He was with a woman now and her heart ached again. "Don't worry, he's only doing what he has to." The woman was reading her thoughts.

"He will want revenge, but it will be bad for him. He will get lost and you cannot go help him."

"I know." She sighed.

Mac ripped the shirt off the screaming woman and Zia turned away. The woman that looked like Mac smiled at her. "Don't worry, Mac will come to you." Again Zia's eyes widened, she'd heard that voice before and it had told her the same thing.

"I remember you! You're the desert! You're the voice of the desert!"

"The desert has many voices." The lady looked toward Mac. "Even now, will you wait for him?"

It was a test, to see if she could love him despite everything. She smiled at the lady, it was a silly test. The lady smiled back, reading her thoughts again.

"You have to answer Zia." She told her patiently and Zia realized it wasn't her test, this Woman already knew her answer, this was for the desert.

"Yes, I will. I will wait for him forever if I have to." Zia answered.

"Good." The Woman ran her hand through Zia's hair and she felt it transform. Her limp tresses felt fuller, she looked at a lock of her hair and her heart jumped with joy. It was thick and shiny, prettier than it had ever been, Mac would love it. The Woman bent her head down and pressed her lips to Zia's. She gasped in surprise and the woman took the opportunity to slip her tongue into her mouth.

It was eerily like kissing Mac, only Mac took and this Lady was giving. Instead of sucking her breath the Lady was blowing hers in, filling Zia with warmth. Her body began to fill up, the aches and pains disappeared. She felt young and strong. She whimpered slightly when the Woman finally broke the kiss.

"You are a never ending fountain now, he can never exhaust you."

Zia blinked up at her, the woman was no longer bright and sunny. She looked tired and worn, Zia noticed she was wearing her clothes, the jeans and t-shirt Mac had buried her in. She looked down at her body and found she was now wearing a beautiful red gown.

"I have been punished, I will never see my son again. I wasn't supposed to create him, but you see how alluring he can be. I have been granted one mercy Zia." The Woman ran a nearly skeletal hand down her cheek. "That's you, he will come here and you will be waiting for him, you will give him everything he needs."

Zia gripped the woman's hand in hers, "I promise." She made the promise with her entire heart and soul. The woman smiled and was blown away, her hand being torn from Zia's swiftly.

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The end was near, Mac felt exhilarated. He realized what she was going to do almost as soon as she thought it and he let her, he stood there and let her push him off the cliff, that was her gift, that is what she had for him and he didn't even have to fuck her. He let her kill him and herself.