the one and only
As days passed the residents of the Mountaineer Inn found themselves reestablishing old routines; Mackenzie and Adelaide continued their work with spellcraft. Mac had an avid desire to grow her power, despite not being naturally attuned to magic. With the addition of Erik, she was able to start dabbling in borrowing from the demigod’s power. It was trifling work to start, she could sense the power in the link between them, she could feel his strength but each and every time she attempted to reach for it, it escaped her. It infuriated her, it frustrated her that she was once more failing herself and her people. She was a prophet with no visions, like a fish that couldn’t swim or a bird that couldn’t fly: pointless.
At the very least it appeared that Ash, Morgan, and Elijah had some success building an automated computer system that flagged unusual news reports. The technology was well beyond what she understood, but the concept was there and she appreciated the efforts. They needed some wins, more than just living the daily life in the motel. With no real guests, they needed work, not to pay the bills, her accounts did that just fine, but to occupy their time. They were restless, at least that’s how she felt, and it had been weeks since their last hunt.
Mackenzie abandoned her altar in the back of the kitchen and wandered out into the summer heat, immediately feeling it weigh on her shoulders, finding it nearly oppressive at midday, and avoided it as much as possible. Entirely opposite to that of Ashley-May, who she now noticed was floating around in the motel’s pool on a unicorn floatie, both kids floating alongside her, happy as can be. It warmed her heart to know that Skye would still receive the maternal attention she deserved, despite not being able the one to deliver it.
She hastily stuck to the shadows as much as possible as she made her way to the main office and inside to the cool relief of the air conditioner running at full tilt. She took a moment to stand beneath the blowing cold air, letting it cool down her burning skin before heading into the back office.
Mac was thankful she was blissfully alone as she took up the leather office chair in front of the bastard computer. Despite many people attempting to teach her the functions of the machine, it was just well beyond her scope of understanding - and fucks. Instead, they had written down point-by-point instructions on how she could get into the program she wanted and review what was being collected by the search. Even now, after doing this same thing daily, she entered the password wrong too many times and had to wait for the counter to clear before slowly typing in the password again. If there was another way of doing it, Mac would immediately take the hammer to the computer and never look back.
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Mackenzie looked up from the screen as she heard the door open, watching Elijah pause and then smile deviously at her. “I needed something to do.” She complained, nodding to the printer he was going to pass by. “There’s been reports about people going missing nearby, only to show up a day or two later, dead and missing organs. How the fuck we missed this, I don’t know, because it’s in our own backyard: that national park that Chase and Brody run in. They say anything was off to you?”