Highlander - Methos, The Hunted

For a five thousand year old man recently rejoined the game, Methos had began too round up an impressive number of heads yet his success had brought him too the attention of a very powerful immortal whom he had faced off against three thousand years ago. A dark, twisted and evil man who looked at others as merely a way too feed his ever growing strength in the hopes to be the last prophesied by all of his kind… 'THE ONE'

A clash of swords and the fatal stroke of the victor left the immortal limp as the power was unleashed in a thunder storm over the icy wastelands of Alaska, like a blizzard snow and ice circled around the victorious immortal as images of the life of the dead immortal flooded into his mind, two hundred years of victories, love, friendships exploded in the ten second snow storm as the dark and twisted victorious immortal fell to the ground weak and helpless as his strength slowly began too return as he stood and looked around the barren ice covered wasteland. Quickly one face flowed into his mind a memory from the foolish young immortal he had dispatched into the after life, his voice growled as he called out one name.

"Methos…"

Once, thousands of years ago he was a king… a ruler of thousands who united two nations under one rule to become the first ruler, the first king, the first Pharaoh of what is now called Ancient Egypt, although his birth name had been lost in the sands of time he was known by only two names, Narmer and Menes… thousands of years he was killed when an immortal battle ended in victory, the horse he was riding threw him against a rock breaking his neck however it was in front of his son Hor-Aha who quickly took power and became the second Pharaoh of Egypt. Once he realised what he was and what he saw he begun to hunt down the immortal responsible a man named Methos to which he swore vengeance against him and all of his kind.

Now with deadly intent he swore to hunt down this ancient enemy and finish what was started thousands of years ago.

"Prepare yourself to meat Anubis my old foe"

Eighteen Months Later…

With Duncan Macleod in Japan, Methos had taken it upon himself to take care of the large black barge his friend had made his home, with a deep sense of joy he lay on a sofa listening too his favourite song, Who Wants to Life Forever by Queen, the first time he heard the song it immediately struck a cord with him as it was almost written about him and his kind. He sometimes wandered if Brian May had actually known an immortal when he wrote the song, even the entire album from which it came A Kind Of Magic seemed to echo with tales of an immortal's love, life and loss. Yet this one track was different especially the final lyrics struck a cord with him in recent years with the loss of his lover Alexa Bond. "Who dares to love forever?" and "Who lives forever anyway?"

A single tear rolled down his check as he looked at a picture of the love of his long life, the one woman he will always love forever.

"Rest in piece Alexa, you will never be forgotten"

As the song finished he wiped the tear from his check as the feeling of a powerful immortal ripped threw his mind like a chain saw. Quickly he reached for the nearest weapon, one he had recently begun to carry, a black 9mm Beretta and pointed it at the slowly opening door, slowly the form of a woman appeared in the doorway barely illuminated by the darkness outside, with a smile she spoke softly.

"Now that's just cheating old man!"

"Jesus Christ you scared the shit outta me. I almost shot you"

"So that's your game now? Shoot me then take my head?"

Slowly Methos placed his weapon on the table near him without taking his eyes off the young woman before him.

"Are you kidding me? A quickening in here? Mac would kill me if a wrecked his place"

"So can I come in and have a drink? or should I just suck a drink out of the glass from here?"

Nervously he gulped as he turned to Macleod's drinks cabinet and poured two glasses of scotch whiskey

"Straight too the point as always, it's always good to see you old friend. It's been what two years?"

"Since Joe punched you in the face that time, what happened too that reporter anyway?"

A dark look glistened in his eyes as he turned too her and replied.

"I took care of it… personally. So I hear you changed your name, yet again"

As she walked down the steps onto the lower deck of Macleod's barge she looked around slightly before replying.

"People where asking too many questions about Jenna Minoa, I just changed the last name, I'm Jenna Delcamo now"

"You are kidding me right? Delcamo?"

"I thought it was funny at the time, well it beats being called Hootie Macboobie… besides, they're not that big!"

"Big enough..."

With a gracious nod she took the drink from Methos and sat on the sofa next too him and picked up the photo before her.

"This is her right Alexa? She was beautiful"

"Why are you here Jenna?"

Slowly she placed her glass on the table and handed the photo to him before replying slowly.

"About two days ago I got a call from Joe, Amos is dead... Killed about a week ago…"

"What?"

"That's not all old man, at least six watchers and four immortals have been killed in the last month… all of them, relating to Adam Pierson or Methos in one way or another. Some one is hunting you, Joe asked me to look in on you, make sure you're okay"

"I'm fine, is their a name of this who ever?"

"Unfortunately nothing solid something like umm Nemo, Nalmer or something like that"

"What? You mean Narmer?"

"Yeah that's it, do you know this person?"

"Unfortunately you see, I am the reason he became immortal, but it's not what you think… and it's a very long story … well thanks for the story and stopping by… I will be fine"

"Not so fast, I promised Joe I'd keep an eye on you until Mac returned from Japan, so… who gets the bed?"

Shaking his head Methos sighed deeply, he knew who she was and what she was capable of but he did not need a baby sitter from some child, even though she was 600 year old compared too him she was a child. However being a beautiful woman with a body he would kill for he simply smiled and nodded as she took off her black coat and placed it on the back of the sofa before she looked at him and laughed slightly.

"By the way, I sleep naked… so you get the sofa okay. And please Methos, be a gentleman no trying to sneak a peak"

"Wouldn't think of it… besides, your to young for me"

With a wink he turned back too his drink as they both sat back and awaited the dawn with a glass of scotch whisky and good company.

The morning after, the effects of alcohol where not kind on the two immortals as Jenna slowly sat up in bed and held her head in pain as the sound of moaning came from next to her, slowly she closed her eyes and pulled back the covers as Methos lay next to her, without in clothes.

"Ohh my god, what happened last night?"

She asked herself as she quickly jumped out of bed and grabbed a shirt, quickly she pulled on the shirt and silently ran to the sofa and laying down as the sound of Methos waking in the bed forced her to close her eyes hoping he would be in the same condition as her and not remember what happened the night before. Slowly the shaky footsteps closed on the sofa as Methos staggered into view as he held onto the back of the sofa trying to focus as she sat up and held her head.

"What the hell happened last night Jen?"

"I think we got a little drunk…"

"Oh my god, Mac's gonna kill me. We drank all his scotch and a few other bottles as well"

"Don't worry I'll pay for it as soon as I get back from the bathroom… excuse me"

Quickly she ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind her, moments later staggering out with a glass of water in her hand.

"Isn't that my shirt Jen?"