Disclaimer: The Characters in this story, with the exception of Lilly are the sole property of those that own the rights of Witchblade. I take no credit for them.
This story is also a figment in my imagination and may or may not actually run along with the Series and/or Comic Book. I have taken Creative License in certian aspects to make the story work. I just hope it makes sense.
Part One
Ian had lost count on how many times Irons had struck him. All he knew is that his back felt like it was on fire and bleeding. Now all he could do was stay on the floor and try to protect his head from the vicious blows of the crop and Irons' feet.
"We almost lost her tonight because of your stupidity!" Irons screamed and delivered another series of blows. "You are never to leave her alone! I thought that was understood!"
"But Master!" Ian tried to explain.
"Shut up you imbecile." Irons was livid and out of control. "When she goes out, you go out. Is that so hard to understand?"
"No Master." Ian swallowed hard as his skin screamed out in torment.
"You have begun to test my patience. No more! Do you understand me!" Irons delivered an extreme kick to Ian's midsection, knocking the breath out of the younger man.
"Sara." Ian whispered and spit blood. Irons raised the crop to strike Ian again, but was stopped by a sudden voice.
"What in hell is going on here!" Sara has entered without being noticed by Irons. "What are you doing to him?" Her eyes were wide and full of confusion.
"Go home Sara. Get out and let me handle..." Irons glared at the woman.
"Go home? You have to be joking." Her eyes narrowed as Irons raised the bloodied crop again. "Don't do it Irons."
"Sara, please, just leave." Ian whimpered from the floor. "Don't look."
"Yes Sara, you heard him. Go! Now!" Irons turned away from Sara and stared pathetically at Ian.
"Leave him alone." Her voice held an edge and the bracelet on her arm began to itch into life. She took a tentative step toward the fallen man.
"I will do as I please with him. He belongs to me." Irons breathed harshly as he stepped between Sara and Ian's struggling body.
"He is a human being." Sara hissed. "He belongs to no one."
"Are you so sure about that Sara?" For a split second, suspicion crossed her concerned face.
"Yeah, I'm sure!" She tried to keep her gaze on Irons but it continued to waver to Ian struggling to catch his breath on the floor. "Nottingham, can you get up?"
"Don't think about it Nottingham. Stay right where you are." Irons warned.
"Sara please, go home. Everything is as it should be." Ian's words were whispers and full of pain.
"Yes, everything is exactly as it should be." Irons delivered another savage kick to Ian's back. "I'll finish dealing with this piece of trash..."Irons suddenly look at Sara as the sound of clinking metal filled the room.
"I said don't do that." Venom dripped from Sara's voice as the Witchblade transformed on her hand. "Get away from him Irons."
"Sara." Ian found energy he thought had left him and moved to her, kneeling and staring her in the eyes, holding the gauntlet with both hands. Hands that for that the first time Sara saw clearly without gloves. His left hand seemed to be the hand of a normal man with nail that could use some TLC she mused. But the right hand seemed to have something embedded in its palm and was scarred badly. Sara couldn't identify what they object was.. "Please, don't do this." Images played before her eyes. Ian looked to be in armor. His head bare of a helmet and he was pleading for the life of an enemy. "If you do, you will regret it." She stared at Ian then at Irons. "Please withdraw the blade." His eyes bore into her soul as his hands tightened around the sword. "Don't." Deeply confused, Sara felt the gauntlet transform back into the dainty bracelet resting around her wrist. As the blade withdrew it sliced the flesh on Ian's hands and he inhaled sharply. "Thank you Sara."
"Don't thank me. I don't know what is going on here, but I am not leaving you to this monster." She continued to glare at Irons. "Come with me, I need to get you to a hospital."
"No," Ian whispered and he clenched his hands and brought them to his chest, still kneeling. "No hospital."
"Ian, listen to me." She crouched to his eye level. "You have to get checked out." Sara spoke softly to the man in front of her. "You won't do me any good if you die of blood loss or infection."
"No hospital." Ian repeated as he began to feel weak. "Take me to Lilly. She will know what to do for me."
"Who's Lilly?" When Ian didn't answer, she looked up at Irons with contempt. "Who is Lilly? Where is she?"
"He will take you to her." Irons turned his back. "Get that wretched thing out of my sight."
"Ian, you have to help me if you want Lilly to help. Can you do that?" Sara could tell Ian was fast becoming listless. He nodded. "Okay, let me help you up, then you can show me where to go." She stood and helped him stand. "This might hurt but I am going to put my arm around you."
"I can stand anything for you my Princess." Ian smiled as he stood but winced as she draped one arm around her neck and wrapped her arm behind him. "You're right. That does hurt."
"My Princess?" She glanced humorously at him. "You are becoming delirious Nottingham. We better find this Lilly before you try to propose to me and I have to kill you." She looked back at Irons one more time. "I'm not finished with you Irons. Don't think I will forget this."
"Nor I Sara." He waved them away carelessly. "Nor I."
This story is also a figment in my imagination and may or may not actually run along with the Series and/or Comic Book. I have taken Creative License in certian aspects to make the story work. I just hope it makes sense.
Part One
Ian had lost count on how many times Irons had struck him. All he knew is that his back felt like it was on fire and bleeding. Now all he could do was stay on the floor and try to protect his head from the vicious blows of the crop and Irons' feet.
"We almost lost her tonight because of your stupidity!" Irons screamed and delivered another series of blows. "You are never to leave her alone! I thought that was understood!"
"But Master!" Ian tried to explain.
"Shut up you imbecile." Irons was livid and out of control. "When she goes out, you go out. Is that so hard to understand?"
"No Master." Ian swallowed hard as his skin screamed out in torment.
"You have begun to test my patience. No more! Do you understand me!" Irons delivered an extreme kick to Ian's midsection, knocking the breath out of the younger man.
"Sara." Ian whispered and spit blood. Irons raised the crop to strike Ian again, but was stopped by a sudden voice.
"What in hell is going on here!" Sara has entered without being noticed by Irons. "What are you doing to him?" Her eyes were wide and full of confusion.
"Go home Sara. Get out and let me handle..." Irons glared at the woman.
"Go home? You have to be joking." Her eyes narrowed as Irons raised the bloodied crop again. "Don't do it Irons."
"Sara, please, just leave." Ian whimpered from the floor. "Don't look."
"Yes Sara, you heard him. Go! Now!" Irons turned away from Sara and stared pathetically at Ian.
"Leave him alone." Her voice held an edge and the bracelet on her arm began to itch into life. She took a tentative step toward the fallen man.
"I will do as I please with him. He belongs to me." Irons breathed harshly as he stepped between Sara and Ian's struggling body.
"He is a human being." Sara hissed. "He belongs to no one."
"Are you so sure about that Sara?" For a split second, suspicion crossed her concerned face.
"Yeah, I'm sure!" She tried to keep her gaze on Irons but it continued to waver to Ian struggling to catch his breath on the floor. "Nottingham, can you get up?"
"Don't think about it Nottingham. Stay right where you are." Irons warned.
"Sara please, go home. Everything is as it should be." Ian's words were whispers and full of pain.
"Yes, everything is exactly as it should be." Irons delivered another savage kick to Ian's back. "I'll finish dealing with this piece of trash..."Irons suddenly look at Sara as the sound of clinking metal filled the room.
"I said don't do that." Venom dripped from Sara's voice as the Witchblade transformed on her hand. "Get away from him Irons."
"Sara." Ian found energy he thought had left him and moved to her, kneeling and staring her in the eyes, holding the gauntlet with both hands. Hands that for that the first time Sara saw clearly without gloves. His left hand seemed to be the hand of a normal man with nail that could use some TLC she mused. But the right hand seemed to have something embedded in its palm and was scarred badly. Sara couldn't identify what they object was.. "Please, don't do this." Images played before her eyes. Ian looked to be in armor. His head bare of a helmet and he was pleading for the life of an enemy. "If you do, you will regret it." She stared at Ian then at Irons. "Please withdraw the blade." His eyes bore into her soul as his hands tightened around the sword. "Don't." Deeply confused, Sara felt the gauntlet transform back into the dainty bracelet resting around her wrist. As the blade withdrew it sliced the flesh on Ian's hands and he inhaled sharply. "Thank you Sara."
"Don't thank me. I don't know what is going on here, but I am not leaving you to this monster." She continued to glare at Irons. "Come with me, I need to get you to a hospital."
"No," Ian whispered and he clenched his hands and brought them to his chest, still kneeling. "No hospital."
"Ian, listen to me." She crouched to his eye level. "You have to get checked out." Sara spoke softly to the man in front of her. "You won't do me any good if you die of blood loss or infection."
"No hospital." Ian repeated as he began to feel weak. "Take me to Lilly. She will know what to do for me."
"Who's Lilly?" When Ian didn't answer, she looked up at Irons with contempt. "Who is Lilly? Where is she?"
"He will take you to her." Irons turned his back. "Get that wretched thing out of my sight."
"Ian, you have to help me if you want Lilly to help. Can you do that?" Sara could tell Ian was fast becoming listless. He nodded. "Okay, let me help you up, then you can show me where to go." She stood and helped him stand. "This might hurt but I am going to put my arm around you."
"I can stand anything for you my Princess." Ian smiled as he stood but winced as she draped one arm around her neck and wrapped her arm behind him. "You're right. That does hurt."
"My Princess?" She glanced humorously at him. "You are becoming delirious Nottingham. We better find this Lilly before you try to propose to me and I have to kill you." She looked back at Irons one more time. "I'm not finished with you Irons. Don't think I will forget this."
"Nor I Sara." He waved them away carelessly. "Nor I."