Highlander: Methos, The Hunter

Manchester, England.

72 Hours to Zero Hour.

In the dark over crowded village of the damned and the forgotten, a single motor cycle screamed threw the streets with no attention to the vehicles or pedestrians as they went about their daily business like Hyenas looking for the next scrap of food in the village that was more then a blight on the map of what was once the jewel in the British Empire, a place that supplied cotton to the world, now relegated to a wart on the foot of Greater Manchester, shadowed only by the decaying last remnants of the industrial age that once made Manchester the centre of commerce of Great Britain.

Pedestrians screamed and leapt out of the way as the motor cycle tore up the footpaths much to the pleasure of it's rider, a man covered head to toe in black leather and metal studs, once again the presence of an immortal stuck his attention as he slowed down his large powerful motor cycle stolen from a police officer and stripped down to it's barest metal. His eyes darted around until his focus latched onto one man, with a dark smile he spun his stolen motor cycle around as smoke and rubber filled the area he was in until he came face to face with the unsuspecting immortal. Drawing his sword high over his head he forced the engine to full power as he charge at the man like an ancient knight in a joust, laughing manically he whipped his sword threw the air as the immortal jumped and rolled around the floor avoiding the expert hand of his attacker while the twisted immortal spun his bike around once more and chased him into a dark market place that had been closed for the night.

Slashing away with his large sword he severed threw the immortal's legs as he screamed in pain while he fell to the floor hard, with a smile the leather bound immortal jumped from his motor cycle with his sword held high and landed in front of the man as his motor cycle skidded and crashed into an empty car nearby.

"Who the hell are you?" Cried out the injured immortal.

"We are the last living thing you will ever see, we are worse then death and war… we are the one your parents feared"

His voice was harsh and dark as the thick northern English accent bellowed threw over the sound of the still running stolen motor cycle.

"What?"

"Joshua Cain… We know who you are. Our name is Tanith"

"Never heard of you" he replied quickly.

Quickly Tanith whipped his broadsword threw the air in a display of dominance as Joshua shuffled backward, and attempted to reach for his sword, with a smile Tanith whipped out his left arm as a dagger flew from inside his sleeve and buried it's self deep into Joshua's heart. Shocked his head hit the ground hard as Tanith walked towards him with a smile as he grabbed his head and whispered in his ear with a harsh tone.

"We were hoping you'd put up more of a fight… Perhaps we should look up your lovely wife, What is she 23? Always loved red heads, perhaps she would like to play first… at least until she maybe fun. Until we take her head that is"

"She's mortal… and has nothing to do with this"

"Even better… she'll put up more of a fight"

With the fatal blow of Tanith's sword it was over.

Two Years Earlier…

DeSalvo's Gym

The door swung open as a shadow appeared in the doorway, relaxing slowly as the shadow moved towards him Macleod continued with his workout on the punch bag before him as the shadow spoke.

"Mac, I gotta talk to you about Jenna… Do you know anything about her?"

Slowly Macleod turned from the punch bag and looked at the old watcher before him as he replied.

"Only she nearly took my head a few weeks ago, and a half decent swordsman… she's got issues but she's working on it"

"Well I got a little info that will… pardon the pun take out your knees"

Brushing the sweat from his face and body Macleod nodded to the lift upto his home on the upper floor of the gym.

Macleod poured a hot coffee as Joe sat on the sofa as he opened a large file and found the page he was looking for.

"Mac, she's damaged goods…"

"We all are Joe"

"No Mac, she's different, During the Civil war she was a nurse… well you get the idea. One time her camp was over ran by Confederate soldiers, they killed everyone. Melissa as she was known then was found by them holding three kids… she was torn from them and taken prisoner. Mac she was passed around the camp fire like a cheep bottle of Bourbon for six weeks until the camp was taken by Union soldiers. One of them was a young officer called Michael Minoa"

"Her husband?" He replied slowly.

"Yeah! He took pity on her but he was young. She trained him, showed him the immortal arts. Mac she's never recovered"

Macleod threw his cup against the wall next him in anger and turned to face Joe.

"I know what you're gonna say Joe, I know she's not Amanda… but something is in there Joe, I see Amanda in her, but now she's here"

The thud of Macleod hitting his chest echoed threw the room as Macleod sat down facing Joe and pulled the file too himself as he peeled back the pages.

"Ohh my god. Why do I feel like a pervert watching her undress?"

"You get used to it Mac" He said with a smile.

69 Hours to Zero Hour…

After three hours of interrogation by Greater Manchester Police's dumbest representatives, she had had enough.

"Listen, It's clear that I had nothing to do with his death… Now let me go and do your Fu…. Damned job, who ever killed Johnny is out there… now"

Slamming her fists on the table she stood and looked over the two police officers as she continued.

"Do your damned job, or is it illegal to have a coffee with an old… old friend?"

She knew the police would never believe the story she could story of magic and have told them, a story of magic and immortals. She would probably be locked away in some dark forgotten cell deep under what ever hell they had her hidden in.

Closing the file they stood as she caught a glimpse of the wrist of the lead officer, a single tattoo on his wrist told her everything she needed to know. With a smile she looked up at the officer and took his wrist.

"You know I'm telling the truth Sergeant… now let me go"

"Release her Bob… She's useless to us"

"Sir, Her name shows up on several unsolved Interpol records"

"Cut her loose… NOW!" he replied quickly. "Your lawyer is waiting out side"

"Lawyer? This I gotta see"

67 Hours to Zero Hour…

"Do you have any idea how much it cost me to get you out Jen?"

"Umm… Nope!"

Her eyes adjusted to the dark as they walked into a large room filled with computers, their accent was out of place as the small red haired immortal walked next too the silver haired watcher at her side.

"You owe me Jen, The damned plane ticket alone…"

"What you guys don't have your own fleet of planes?"

"I was trying to impress you, I hired it… did it work?"

"Joe, you're too sweet, but breakfast in Hollywood worked… Who knew that Sean Connery was so crazy?"

Joe laughed as they walked towards a desk at the far side of the room.

"Alright people listen up, we need to find one of our own right away… put out a call on Methos, AKA 'Adam Pierson' We all know this guy, we need to find him now. Move it people!"

Shock rippled threw the ranks of the ranks of the British watchers as they began to search for any sign of the most ancient of all the Immortals, and one most people in the room called a good friend.

Hours past as Jenna sat on the floor in a corner throwing a ball against the wall and catching it in a display that had an air of familiarity about it as Joe walked towards her with a soft smile on his face. What was it about this one little immortal that made it difficult for men to resist? Her small delicate frame barely was hidden under the dress she wore with knee high black boots made Joe wish he was a little younger and healthier as he walked towards her.

"Captain Hilts… We have something"

"Captain H… Ohh funny Joe. You know I knew him? McQueen I mean, funny guy. What've you got?"

"We haven't found Methos but we think we have something. One of our guys found a body not far from here, it's legs where severed, had a knife buried deep in his heart, decapitated and shot three times"

"Jesus… Who was it?" She replied slowly.

"Joshua Cain, he was a small business man who ran a hardware store"

"Never heard of him"

Slowly she stood and looked up into his eyes as he continued.

"He was young... He posed no threat to anyone, mortal or immortal. But we got reports of a mad man screaming around on a bike, I got someone looking into it"

"Umm Joe, those are my tits, my eyes are up here. But you think this mad man is Methos?"

"Sorry about that, can't blame a guy for looking though. Umm yeah, I got a guy out their now who is checking videos. "

Blushing slightly she picked up her bag and began to slowly walk past him as she felt his eyes on her, with a slight smile she turned and replied.

"Keep me in the loop Joe"

"Of course, Jen… Be careful, if he's gone dark on us… he may come after you can you handle him?"

"He can try, I'll take his head if I have too. But I'd rather I didn't, I still like the guy"

With a soft smile and wink she turned and left the room as Joe looked at the floor and spoke softly too himself.

"You dirty old man. But lets all hope she doesn't have too"