Redemption

Deal with the Devil's Daughter

A/N TRIGGER WARNING: I don't normally try to write so many depressing things in detail, for I know how harsh triggers can be. I apologize if I do trigger anything you've personally dealt with. Might it be depression, self-harm, or suicidal thoughts. Just know before you read this. You are all beautiful/Handsome and mean everything to the world. I love you all, so please try to enjoy. <3

*Three days later*

Mackenzie sat in the plush bed of the bunker. She had found the camp the next morning after... after what happened. When she had found it, she scoured the entire camp for supplies. Food, water, medical supplies.

Then she went back for him to find only the blood. Dried blood covering the ground everywhere she looked. There wasn't even a trail to tell if he had dragged his broken body away. There was nothing to tell that it was Wolfe that had been attacked here.

She had went back to the camp soon after and now just lies in bed. Staring blankly at the ceiling or at the wall. She didn't know what to do anymore. What was her purpose. Everyone she loved or cared for had died.

She felt like she should weep for her lose, but the tears never came. She even considered finding someone to help again, but what would that do.

That gave her one final option.

She was going to off herself, which ever way she could.

First she'd drink. Drink to forget and to feel. She had found and entire room stashed with liquor. One of Wolfe's men must have had a problem with drinking. Lately with the apocalypse and all a good drink was hard to come by.

She stood from the bed and slide Demitri's backpack on. She walked through the underground bunkers until She reached the room She kicked open the door then lit a lamp that was sitting on the table. She closed the door and sat on the bed, Kicking off her combat boots she sat cross-legged on the bed. She reached over the side of the bed and pulled a bottle from a torn hole in the mattress. The liquid inside was clear, but label less. She unscrewed the bottle and toasted to nothing.

'To death, may he forever ruin our life's,' She thought then took a long hard swing. It burned going down. It numbed her throat and she had to shake her head to get past the taste.

Shivers ran down her spine and she slid off the bed barefooted on the cold cement floor. It was cold, a sensation she had rarely ever felt. She opened the door and walked out, wandering around the giant compound.

No wonder Aciel wanted to take them here. It was like pure heaven on Earth.

She laughed at her own joke. Her demon laughed to. Lately it had been more verbal. Whispering ways to off herself. Each she knew would just cause her pain. She would heal to quickly if she ripped open her veins. She ties a noose, but knew it only cause her to pass out, then she'd be stuck like that.

Burning her self alive was a choice but the bunker didn't seem very flammable. Poison wouldn't work, and there were no creatures around. Runes were branded everywhere within a 20 mile radius of the camp.

She pushed open a random door 5 doors down from the one she was just in. She rummaged around in the drawers and tried finding random hiding places. She soon did discovering a compartment under one of the drawers. Inside was an IPod, which was of course dead. There were magazines fit for a 17 year old boy.

(If you know what I mean)

And...between the pages of the old ragged nude mag thing she'd never imagine.

A bloody razor.

A simple razor. Who knew something so small and insignificant could made her feel so much. She crumbled to the floor suddenly weak. Bottle clutched in her hand and stared down at the little piece of metal.