"Tales of the Kurgan"
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Disclaimer: I don't own Highlander. Also, anything other than the first movie and the first season of the TV series left a bad taste in my mouth, so no aliens, no Richie becoming an Immortal, etc. There will be crossovers. This is a whim-driven project in-between sessions of getting rejection letters for my original books, so if you hassle me for updates, know that I don't give a crap. I am also throwing in my own interpretations for the magic of immortals.
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Every kill was sweet.
But this? This would be one of the sweetest! A duel by the light and glorious music of a storm and here was the moment. Ramirez was only one of the many foes he had chased down through the centuries, but this cultured, pretentious fop had fucked up too many of his plans. Not to mention the prick's infinitely condescending disdain.
"Who is the woman?"
"She's mine!" gasped out the gray-haired peacock.
The Kurgan's smile stretched from ear to ear. He pondered whether or not he would dismember Ramirez just so he could make the Egyptian watch as he raped his woman in front of him.
He laughed and felt the Power roar through his blood, felt the lightning crash around them in response. He was the Kurgan. He was invincible. The wound in his throat was already fully healed. It would have been fatally incapacitating for any other immortal. The thought of making him watch pushed blood into the Kurgan's prodigious cock. He would enjoy it, oh yes!
The frustration of having lost the trail of the Highlander once more had almost made him finish Ramirez too quickly, but now the Kurgan thought this was even better. Ramirez was one of the most learned of their kind, and if the Kurgan could not take the Highlander this night, he ought to take advantage of the contents of this pretentious nobleman's head before he claimed it off his fat body.
He pulled his greatsword out of Ramirez's belly with a twist, dragging out torn, bloody guts, and raised it in a high stance.
"Tell me of the PRIZE!"
Ramirez grimaced, spat on his boots.
"You know all an immortal needs to know of it! Now slay me you wretched nithing!"
The Kurgan smirked. Such defiance. He had broken men and immortals across thousands of years. He drew a dagger from his boot and plunged it high into Ramirez's upper thigh, angled just so.
The withered one's voice twisted and shrieked like a girl's as the blade entered the muscle, passed out, and the point tore open one of his balls, spilling the whitish coils of tubules out of the bloody sack.
He crouched next to the wrecked body of his old foe, filled his voice with the Power of the Quickening, battered at Ramirez's will with his own. "You were one of the last ones to read the secrets of Alexandria! Tell me of the Prize or I shall make you watch while I fuck the woman with my cock and spit her on my blade slowly. I will cook her bit by bit and make her eat it! Oh you know, ancient one, you know I have many, many skills at making it last. Her mind will break while she still lives, she won't even be able to beg for the death she'll want!"
Tears down that face. The Kurgan relished the pain and fear, the humiliation.
Ramirez's head tilted close, and whispered in the conqueror's ear.
"What!" The Kurgan's empowered scream rumbled across the hills, louder than the thunder in the sky. "You LIE!"
He lifted Ramirez by the throat and flung him down from the steps. He jumped after him, smashing feet first into Ramirez's abdomen, pulping his guts, filling the air with the stench.
Ramirez's face was white with blood loss and terror. "I am not lying! It is the Power to Rule!"
"Not that you stinking weakling! You're lying about the cost!"
And then the fear was fading from the Egyptian's eyes. And he started to laugh. "Can it be possible, Kurgan?" Ramirez choked out, gasping. "Can it be there is something you fear after all? Can it be that all these centuries, I could have taken you out of the Game by just telling you?"
"I can RULE this world as it is! Stop lying to me!"
Weakly, Ramirez lifted his palms up, spread them. He was still chuckling even as blood poured from his lips. "I am beaten, Kurgan. I am in your Power. I have nothing left to deceive you with. You can sense the truth in me..."
The maddening thing was, he could!
The Kurgan raised his blade straight up into the air and screamed in fury. Lightning flashed down from the sky and struck him. Even as his flesh burned and sizzled from the heat, he was healing, and his fury was an endless storm.
Ramirez closed his eyes, preparing for the end.
"Fuck you, Egyptian! Fuck it all!"
With that, the Kurgan stalked away, ignoring the broken one's wheezing laughter.
What was the point of winning the Game if it mean losing immortality?
And so the most powerful and bloodthirsty of all of them simply stopped. He faded in and out of history, fighting in wars, murdering, stealing, raping as he chose. While he never hesitated in humiliating any that came for him, maiming them, torturing them, sparing them as the mood took him, the Kurgan stopped taking the heads of other immortals.
After all, each other immortal that died only brought him closer to death too.
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