[Lost] Weekender 3 words

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 Mac hit her with the bag, she ignored it, and again, she ignored it, the third time she slapped her
“Ow” then came the return slap, Ow, she thought
“You slap me again, I will raise the stakes, you may however go back to returning to hitting me with your bag” Nyght began to figure the compromise was best, after all adding a fourth time you died would probably come with some yelling. The hitting with the bag stopped and Mac pouted. Inwardly Nyght smiled, she had missed this part of Mac, and for all of Skips opinionated moments, he seemed good for her and thus she minded less.

“he gave me a gun”
“But you do not know how to use a gun”
“Its for protection and I can learn with a contract”
“fine, but only if you need it” Nyght hated that. It shouldn’t come to it that Mac would need a gun, but if she felt happier for having it, then she didn’t want to argue. Mac deserved to be happy.

“Mac is coming” She looked at Moorcroft as she spoke her eyes moving back to Mac who was stopped looking at her, Moorcroft hidden from view mostly. She had managed not to cry, and not to Rage, she had managed calm, and controlled. Mac arrived and as she and Moorcroft embraced and didn’t let go her heart lifted a little, Mac could say goodbye now, and he had kept his promise. Mac could move on, and Skip would be there to make it easier. She walked away and didn’t look back her mind turning to midnight, and the thought that if she was braver she would be sat holding Liam’s hand and making sure she made the most of the last moments. She just didn’t want to watch in case he died, in case it all went wrong and she had to watch him die.

Liam played with the coin in his hands standing in the ritual circle while she stood at the edge to protect it.  He watched her and she refused to look at him and then it sounded in the dark. A bang. A gun shot. Mac appeared as a ghost in front of them all and Nyght Ran, she could save her, there was still time, she just needed to heal her. She ran past Sokol and ran past Strauss, she just kept running. As she ran through the door she stopped at Mac’s body, the blood still seeping and the mess of skull and brain matter against the wall. Nyght collapsed at the sight and watched as sokol entered and moved round her covering the body and taking care of it. She was beyond anyone’s help but Moorcroft’s now.