The Blade told Ian what he must do to truly protect the Wielder at this point. So when he was released from the vision, he carefully left the bed, trying not to disturb Sara, and gathered up his clothes and quickly put them on. The previous night had been the most wonderful of his life. Sara had told him of her love for him, and he had finally been able to live the dreams he had had of her. But now he had to return to his "profession" as the blade had asked him to.
He quickly left the apartment and ran down the stairs to his car parked around the corner. His mind prepared for what he must do as he drove to the outskirts of the city, to one of the many houses his employer and "father" owned.
He entered the pass code to the main room where he knew Irons would be, sitting in his winged chair in front of the fire. As he walked in, all was silent; Irons was asleep in his chair at the other end of the room. "Hello, Kenneth." Ian's voice was deadly.
Irons jumped just as he did when the Blade had addressed him the night before. Only this time he stood and advanced on Ian. "You insolent man, you broke every rule that I have ever laid before you!" Irons shouted, bringing his cane up to strike Ian across the face.
But Ian grabbed the cane. "I have only broken your 'rules' to reach my true destiny. The Blade has shown me all that you kept from me. The prophecy is complete, Kenneth; and there is nothing you can do about it." He mocked. Ian wrenched the cane out of Irons' hand and threw it across the room.
Looking at Ian, Irons believed that he now understood what Ian's victims felt like just before they died. But Irons was not going to have his life ended at the hands of his servant so soon. He tried to hit Ian in the gut, but he grabbed his wrist and painfully twisted it to the side. Irons was now on the ground, shaking from the pain in his wrist. "Why are you here?" Irons shouted at Ian, whose face was an unreadable mask. But his eyes betrayed his deep hate for the man who raised him.
"To end you." He whispered. Ian drew a dagger from his belt and held it up for Irons to see, enjoying his look of absolute fear. "For the Blade, my Lady Sara, and I." Ian vowed before he plunged the dagger into Irons' heart.
Ian did not stay; he quickly ran from the house before security personnel came into the room and found a dead body. He ran all the way back to his car, which he drove quickly back to Sara's apartment. As he entered it, Sara ran up to him and hugged him around his neck tightly. "The Blade showed me where you went. I was so afraid of what he might do to you."
He ran his hand over her hair and held her tighter. "It is over now. We are free. I promise."
L W here! If you read the new paragraph on our bio page, then you know why it's only me.
Sorry it's short, but chapter 3 will be up in a few minutes, I just need to set it up form when we wrote it awhile ago.
Anything you want to say, shoot me review. I can still take care of those.
Sincerely,
L W (the Excaliber wielding half of idkaname)