The Way We Were

The Way We Revenge

Marc, Mike and Mal entered Po's office and saw uncles and male cousins and very close kin inside.

Po sat behind his big black desk. "We've decided what we are to do about Marceline Anne's past."

Mal grew excited. "Who's dying?"

Po Seon Jr. snickered. "Good lad."

Po's lips twitched. "Most will be easy. They have already proven to be. Institutions have been shut down, authorities have been alerted. Reparations have been made."

"So all the kids who have been hurt by these devils are being brought to justice?" Mike was glad.

"Yes. Whether with the arm or the fist."

The brothers nodded. They knew what that meant.

"Are we telling Marce?" Marc wanted to know.

"She's getting an influx of reparations. She may wonder why." Po nodded once. "As for the harder cases, more than money is required to make things right."

"Flesh?" Mal hoped.

Daniel laughed. "How long have you been this bloodthirsty?!"

"Marce says I'm wild but I've never wanted to kill something more than when she told me her pain."

"I understand, son." Po nodded grimly. "Which leads to the fist. If you'll follow me."

W.W.W.ish

The men stood in a room in the basement, where various people were tied up in big, heavy knots and chains.

"Whoa!" Marc was surprised.

"Get Marceline Anne." Po instructed an underling.

"I don't know if I want her to see them." Mal frowned.

"She will do what must be done to heal."

Marcy was shown downstairs and came to stand behind the men. "What are you doing?"

Most jumped. "Stop sneaking up on us!"

She rolled her eyes. "Why are we in the basement?"

The crowd parted and she could see the multiple persons begging for their lives. Her color faded and her breath caught.

Mal went to take her hand and she immediately struck him, not realizing it was him. "Sorry. I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

He massaged his jaw. "I'm fine. Are you?"

She wasn't so sure.

Po held out a hand and a baseball bat was placed in his palm. He held it out to Marcy. "Happy birthday."

She took it with a confused frown. "My birthday was four months ago."

"Revenge is the best gift, even if it's late."

Her mind whirled as she caught herself up to speed. "You want me to torture them the way they tortured me."

"Whatever you want to do." Po didn't care.

A switch went off in Marcy like her humanity's light being blown out like a birthday candle. A slow smile curved her lips.

W.W.W.

Marcy washed her hair and body, watching the blood run down the drain with the soap suds. When she was clean, she left the Western styled shower and wrapped up in a robe before going to her room.

Mal eyed her warily. "Feel better?"

"Much. Baths make everything better." She sat on the bed and scooted close to him.

He refused to say anything about what had transpired from that morning until now (that night) but if she felt better, he was all for it. "Kiss me."

She placed her fingers on his cheeks and kissed him lightly. "Ew. No."

He laughed. "What?!"

She kissed him again. "Gross."

"Silly, eh?"

She rubbed her nose against his chin. "No."

His brows waggled at her using her baby voice. "Come here."

She splayed herself across him. "No way."

He turned off the lights.