Well guys, contrary to popular belief, I'm not dead! I just… left for a while. A loooong while. Please don't kill me! Anyways, I changed my name. I used to be The Good Within the Darkness, but that's too long to type.

Anyways, I'm back, and with a new fic. Details about my old one will be at the ending AN. Now, this is set up in the Highlander universe, but I am not using any of the orginal Highlander characters, so all of this is mine but the whole Immortal, Game, Watcher thing that we'll get into more latter. And yes, that is my b disclaimer /b for the I entire /I fic.

Now, I'm warning you guys right off, I'm doing this without a beta. ArtemisGirl and I had a bit of a… falling out. And, truth be told, I'm kinda afraid to ask her to be my beta again. Why that is you ask? Well, I don't feel like telling.


Again. Again. Again a boot heel slammed into the wooden door, the doorframe shaking. Again. With the next kick, his foot burst though to the other side of the door. A gloved hand crept though the door, and unlocked it before drawing his hand back and opening it. The Watcher lowered his Red Sox cap to obscure his face, before entering the house, being hit by a strong, metallic smell. The smell of human blood.

The Watcher cursed as he looked around the room, not expecting anything near what now sat in front of him. No charge had ever before gone this far… until now. The man moved his shoulders uncomfortably underneath his zippered black jacket, before stepping farther into the room.

He was a Watcher, set to observe a certain charge and report on his or her actions to headquarters. They were to watch, but never to interfere. No other man had charges such as the Watchers. For the Watchers, their charges never aged or died, least you took their head, and with it, their power and wisdom. Their charges were those known as Immortals, but only the Watchers and the Immortals themselves knew that they actually existed.

Anyone other then a Watcher would have been instantly drawn to the nearly naked, decapitated man laying on the floor in the middle of the room, beside his own severed head. The Watcher's vision went right past the body, and onto the giant letters smeared on the wall, with what looked like the dead man's own blood.

"THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE!" It practically yelled, challenging.

The Watcher looked back down at the decapitated man lying on the floor, and saw the reason he was nearly naked. On his chest was carved yet another message.

"I AM IMMORTAL! I HAVE INSIDE ME BLOOD OF KINGS!" It laughed at him.

The Watcher shook his head. This Immortal wanted to be known… His brown eyes scanned the room, taking in the overturned table, slashed up couch, broken light fixtures, and mostly blood. Each piece of furniture had a message scrawled in the dead man's blood.

His eyes stopped on the only piece of furniture still standing and in good condition. It was a solid oak desk, with bits of paper all over. He walked towards the desk, his boots splashing in puddles of the dead man's blood. Splashes of it went onto his jeans. A miniature tape recorder also sat on the desk. This, the Watcher slipped into his pocket. He bent down, reading the messages scrawled on the paper. He wanted to throw up.

All of the messages were bits of information that could blow the secret about the Immortals forever. One told, in detail, about the Quickening. Another told all about the Gathering, and what would happen there.

The man cursed again as he turned, and walked to the only other door in the room. It was a simple house, only three rooms. The man must have slept on the couch. The Watcher gripped the doorknob, which still had a bit of heat to it. He must have just missed the Immortal who had done this. Cursing, he opened the door into the kitchen.

The kitchen was tagged with the same damming messages in blood, as if to mock him. The refrigerator had been knocked over, and the table had been cut in half. The Watcher sighed, not even looking at the bathroom, knowing what he would have to find there.

He walked back out of the house and into the darkness, leaving bloody footprints behind him. He stopped next to a white Neon sitting outside of the house, and pulled a flip cell phone out of his coat pocket. He dialed a number, before holding the phone next to his ear.

"We have… a bogey…" The Watcher said in a gruff voice.

He nodded as the person on the other end replied. "Understood." He said, closing the cell phone before returning it to his pocket. In its place was a pair of keys. The Watcher walked back to the trunk, sticking the key into it, and opening the trunk. Inside were two extremely large gas cans, which the Watcher lugged out of the trunk, before closing it. He then walked to the driver's side of the car, opened it, and started the engine. He then walked back to the back of the car, and picking up the gas cans, staggering back to the house.

He left on can in the living room, before lugging the other can back to the bathroom. He kicked open the door, preparing himself for the worst. The toilet was broken in half, and the messages were written in a dark brown substance this time. The Watcher didn't even want to think about it, as he splashed gas on the walls and floor of the room, backing out to the kitchen,

He splashed more gas on the walls and floor here, making sure that the messages at least, would burn. He made sure to use the entire gas can, putting some on the door as well. He dropped the gas can in the middle of a puddle of gas, moving back to the living room.

The Watcher pulled a rag from his pocket, and tied it around his head to cover his mouth and nose from the fumes. He then picked up the last gas can, and splashed its contents on everything in the room. The most gas went on the man and the desk. He then threw the can down, and walked out of the house, digging in his pockets for something.

When he exited the house, he found what he was looking for. A cheap, plastic lighter. He backed up from the house, lit the lighter, and gently tossed it in. He then turned on his heel, and ran for his car, as the gas ignited behind him, turning the house into an inferno.

The Watcher jumped into his car, slammed the door shut, and slammed his foot on the gas, turning sharply so he faced the road. He sped away from the house, feeling sick. No Immortal had ever done anything like this… most had never thought of even reviling their secret to outsiders.

The Watcher dug in his pocket again, pulling out the tape recorder. He click it on. A young man's voice wafted out of the tape player, sending chills down the man's spine.

From the dawn of time we came, moving silently though the centuries, living many secret lives, struggling to reach the time of the Gathering, when the few who remain will battle to the last. No one has ever known we were among you… until now.


That's it. Man have I been out of the saddle for a long while. I hope you guys like it. Make sure to I review /I . I need to know how to improve.

Oh, and this is just the intro to the fic. The real first chapter will come out later. This is the first Fan Fiction I actually planned the entire thing out before I started to write. Which, brings me to my old Teen Titans fic.

I honestly have no idea where that thing was going. I was just writing what I felt like writing. I just wanted to write. Hopefully I can finish it… but I need to get back into the mindset, and figure out all of the plot.

Well guys, review, don't let the intro fool you, it shall get better, and I hope to see you reading. Later.

§Piro Maikeru§