Highlander: Methos, The Hunter
Manchester, England.
60 Hours to Zero Hour…
Videos had reached Joe Dawson and his group of watchers, the video of Joshua Cain being gruesomely butchered by an unknown immortal over and over they watched the video in shock at how much pain he suffered before being murdered in cold blood. Although the face of the assailant could not be seen although everyone knew who it was, from the height and build it was clearly Methos. But why? Why would he kill him?
Although the video should the beheading, the video seemed to fade out before the quickening, in a small way Joe's heart sank as quickening had never been picked up on camera, slowly he turned to the nearest watcher.
"Jack, find Macleod. I need to speak with him"
"Of course, I think I know where he is"
Quickly the young watcher left the room as Joe answered his ringing mobile phone, he almost shivered as he heard the voice, quickly he put his mobile phone on speaker phone and recorded the message.
"Joseph, we thought it would be best to call and say…Hello!"
"Why don't you come in… we can talk about what happened"
"Not yet, we're having too much fun. But we will see you soon Joseph, by the way tell Jenna I love those boots she was wearing"
"What?" Joe replied quickly.
"By the way Joe, You look tired… better get some rest"
The phone fell from his hand in shock as a computer screen next too him exploded in sparks as a high velocity bullet slammed into it hard as the other watchers in the room dropped to the floor in panic as a more rounds blasted into laptops and computer towers sending sparks flying in all directions. Over the open phone line manic laughter could be heard as the last bullet slammed into the phone lying on the floor.
56 Hours to Zero Hour…
From the outside, the building looked abandoned and decaying. A former railway side warehouse next to an abandoned industrial estate, one of the few curved red bricked warehouses left in the country. Yet on the inside four cargo containers cut and placed together to make a large steel room, the inside of the large square metal room was barely lite by two small windows on either side with a single light hanging from the roof, as the sound and foul odour of a patrol generator rang threw the room as the deafening sound of three simultaneous music tracks played together in a noise that was barely recognisable, Heavy Metal, Classical Music and what could only be described as Klingon Opera combined in the most unusual and horrific sound imaginable as the occupant sat in the centre at a metal table deconstructing and clearing the M1 Garand rifle as he spoke with a harsh northern English Accent.
"… Come in… we can talk about what happened he says, we say 'screw you Joseph Dawson' But of course we had to make them pay for what happened, their was no other choice, They abandoned us to a slow death… But wait, they are still out there. We will make them pay… all of them Right My Brother?"
From the darkest recesses of his mind he stood in what could be described as a dark hall only illuminated by a single light emanating from nowhere as the voices of the many immortals killed over his long life dulled into a single monotonous voice, all but one, he stood facing the tall immortal before him with a dark and twisted smile on his face.
"We are glad to see you again Brother"
"It is good to be seen… Why have you called us here?"
"We where lonely… No, You brought us here. You have no idea of the potential that lies with in you brother. But now we are together again… nothing can stop us. No longer are we Methos and Silas, we are one and the same, we are Tanith and we will wage the kind of war on the mortals and immortals, a war like nothing seen before, but there are two who stand in our way…"
With a dark smile the tall immortal motioned to his left as two images came into view. The smile was echoed in both faces as they both recognised the faces before them.
"Duncan Macleod and that hot little girlfriend of yours, they stand before us as a danger to our plans. We must eradicate them first, as slowly and painfully as possible"
Slowly the tall immortal walked around him as with the darkest look on his face as he continued.
"Once we have the head of Duncan Macleod, Finally the Four Horsemen of us will rise again as one and the planet will burn before us. Scorched Earth, Scorched Earth, Scorched Earth"
He repeated as they both looked around and laughed as all the faces of fallen brethren flashed before them.
Finally he replaced the final piece of his M1 Garand and aimed the gun at a picture of Jenna and pulled the trigger with a satisfying click as he repeated.
"Scorched Earth, Scorched Earth, Scorched Earth"
Smiling he placed the rifle on the table before him as he picked up the 9mm Berretta and loaded a full clip and placed the pistol behind his back as he picked up his sword and placed it in his jacket before picking up a file and thumbing threw it.
The file was stolen from the local watchers archives earlier in the day, on the front of the file was a name, an old immortal who lived in a church nearby, in many ways he reminded everyone of the murdered monk Darius.
54 Hours to Zero Hour…
On a hill in the middle of a small council owned estate stood a single level church built with the same red-brick that plagued the city in the form of old abandoned cotton mills, stood at the church alter was a single man, roughly 60 years old in appearance, his silver balding hair shone in the light from the stained glass windows behind him, as suddenly the all to familiar feeling of one of his kind rang threw his mind, with a slight sigh he looked up at the doors as they exploded open as a large motor cycle screamed threw the church. A dark evil voice rang threw the church echoing off the walls as a sense of fear gripped the priest.
"Run little piggy, RUN, RUN!"
With his hands held high he spoke with a firm voice as he stood to join him.
"This is a house of god sir, it is Holy Ground!"
"Yeah I know, that's the fun part asshole"
Quickly the rider jumped off his motor cycle and landed before the priest.
"You thought you could hide here forever old man, but we have found you… Our name is Tanith, and WE are the last thing you will ever see…"
Holding his head high he stepped forward however before he could speak the all too familiar pain of a sharp knife being trusted into his heart took over as he looked at Tanith in shock as blood poured over his robes, seeing the killer look in Tanith's eyes made him panic slightly as he feel to the floor as his life quickly past away. Picking up the priest with the knife still in his chest he dragged him out the back door and into the car park away from the church as he pulled out his sword and severed the head of the priest with one stroke.
The skies darkened as the quickening enveloped him, windows exploded and trash cans erupted as the lightening storm faded as quickly as it started. As he fell to his knees the sound of an old woman screaming broke his concentration instantly he stood and spun on his heals as he pulled the gun from his jacket and shot the woman before placing it and his sword back into his coat as he ran away quickly back into the church to grab his bike, slowly he stopped and looked at the statue of Jesus on the cross as with a smile he turned as he spoke harshly.
"Comfortable? Then stop looking at me"
Quickly he pulled his motor cycle onto it's wheels and screamed out of the church as he fired his pistol at the statue behind him.
52.5 Hours to Zero Hour…