I came up with this idea ever since I watched "Fury" for the first time. I always thought it would be much more interesting if Kahlan were hit as opposed to Cara. Enjoy!
"Richard, put the sword down. You're not yourself," she says, blue eyes cutting through my soul like steel.
"Let us pass Mother Confessor. I know what I'm doing."
"No Richard, you don't. Let us help you," she extends a friendly hand out to me, and I grimace at her.
The Confessor looks at me, shocked. I reach for my sword, and then everything happens.
Without the slightest warning, the Mord'Sith runs at me. Agiel in hand, ready for action.
Before I can think, she stabs the thin red rod into my stomach, and I wince in pain. The blonde woman tries to jab me again, but I sidestep her, moving close to the Confessor.
"Richard!" she screams. "You need to stop, you don't know what your doing!"
"I've got it Kahlan," the one in leather says heatedly.
"You need to break the bond Cara!"
I'm not sure what this means, but I know I'm in control. I can feel the sword's power coursing through my veins. All I need to do is release it.
I un-sheath my sword, and turn to the enraged Mord'Sith.
"Hurry Cara!" the Confessor cries.
"I know, I know!" the other woman yells back. She grips her twin Agiels tighter.
"Let's play."
In an instant, the Mord'Sith is next to me, pulling back her arm to strike. She spins around and tries to hit me, but I block her attacks.
"Be careful Cara!" the Mother Confessor yells, worried.
"Why, don't you just shut UP!"
My sword glows red now, like embers from a fire. I let the rage consume me, let it hold me in it's grip. I like the power it gives me.
I saunter towards the dark haired woman, not even thinking twice about what I am doing.
She isn't an asset to our team, really. She worries too much.
If I let her go, she'll just go and get Zedd.
And then the young Minders won't get their revenge.
Things would be so much easier if she would just get out of my way.
I hold the sword in both my hands, looking at the tall, graceful woman standing before me. She looks so innocent in her tan traveling dress that Chase's family made for her. It almost makes me stop.
Almost.
I hear the other one moving towards me on my right, but Kurr grabs her by the arms and holds her back. She's thrashing and yelling, but he doesn't mind. The young Minder nods for me to continue.
I smile and turn back to my prey.
The Confessor holds up her hands.
"Richard, stop this. This isn't a game. Put down the sword, and we can talk."
"The time for talking is over."
She begins to breathe heavily, her chest rising and falling quickly.
The Confessor reaches slowly for her knife, as if I can't see her.
I run towards her and she blocks my sword with her two knives.
My face is inches from hers, sweat dripping down my face, heart racing.
"Give it up Mother Confessor, you know you can't win."
She looks puzzled, and silently mouths the word Confessor.
"Richard, stop, please. If you love me, you'll drop your sword."
I don't move.
She looks me in the eyes, and I know she is searching my soul, looking for answers, as the Mother Confessor does.
Her features slip into her Confessors' face, and she speaks to me slowly.
"Richard, this isn't you. You need to release the sword. It's taking control of you, and turning you against the people you love. You don't really want to hurt me, or Cara, do you?
"Our mission is to look for the Stone of Tears to seal the tear in the veil between this world, and the world of the dead. The Keeper is loose on the world, sending his assassins to gain dominion over our world.
"Now, you can drop the sword and come with us to find the Stone of Tears. Or, you can go play solider with these 'children' and loose everyone you have ever cared about. Is that what you want?"
I ponder this for a single moment, and then lean closer to her, breathing in her ear.
I lovingly whisper into it, quite enough so only she could hear.
"No."
She pulls back, and takes her knives in her hands, now ready to fight.
Before she even sees, I slice her hand with my sword, effectively making her drop her knifes.
She screams in pain, blood streaming down her arm.
"Kahlan!" The one in leather yells. Kurr jerks her back farther.
The Confessor quickly picks up her knives again, but now I know that she is favoring her left hand. And her left is the dominant.
She winces in pain, but glares at me and starts forward.
I smile, and I know I have her.
I know what I have to do.
In a moment that seems to last forever, I run to her, and she grabs my arm again, only this time I am ready.
I jerk my fist up to the side of her head, the hilt of my sword connects to her face.
I hear a sickening crack, and she falls on her back.
Her eyes close, her breathing shallows.
She's still alive, though, but it looks as if she is dead.
Her hair is splayed about her head, dark curls like a pool of blood.
A single stream of dark crimson blood streams down the side of her face, her pale skin even paler now.
I smile, and I know my work is done.
I motion for Kurr to release the Mord'Sith, and she sprints to the Mother Confessor's side, but not before she kicks the sword out of my hands.
The sudden realization of what I have done sinks in. I drop to my knees, and the last image I have is of Cara holding Kahlan's head in her hands, green eyes crying.