Kim was still trying to deal with the sight she had just seen hours before. She and Ron were sitting in the small apartment of Richard's friend John Bagely, trying to find out what John had seen the night of the second victim's death. Richard had told them that John was also an immortal, but his wife didn't know about it. He didn't want her to find out about what he was, and wanted to keep it that way. They had agreed not to say anything, but mainly because they were mainly still in shock from what Richard had told them. How can he be immortal? Kim's mother was a doctor, and her father was a scientist. There was no way possible.
Richard looked into the living room and saw the two teens sitting on the couch. He let out an exasperated sigh as he turned back to his friend.
"What did you tell Marcie? About them?" he asked John.
"I told her about the fire fight, and that they were a little upset that you almost got shot. She seems to believe it right now." John said as he took a long drag on a cigarette.
"Where's Marcie and the munchkin?" Richard asked when he noticed that the apartment was unusually quiet.
"She took the kid to dinner and a movie. The Gathering, my God. This is a lot to take in, Richard. It's down to us and that guy back at your place? What have you told them?" John asked him.
"I've only told them the basics. Nothing about the Gathering or what's going on." Richard told them.
"Just the basics? Richard, they're involved in this now. You've got to tell them." John said.
"No. It's bad enough we're stuck in this mess, I don't want them dragged into this as well. Not like I dragged – her." Richard said.
"Richard, Amanda chose to stay with you." John said.
"If I hadn't told her,"
"If you hadn't told her, what makes you think your life would be any different than it is now?" John asked him.
"She'd be alive, wouldn't she?" Richard growled.
"You don't know that. She was your partner, idiot. Engaged or not, she probably would've gotten killed that night anyway." John told him.
"That's your opinion. I don't want them involved. It's bad enough – never mind." Richard told them.
"Bad enough, what?" John asked him, but Richard ignored him. "Richard, I've know you for years. Don't pull this bull on me." John said.
"It's bad enough that Kim is so much like – like Amanda. God, John, if I didn't know any better then I would almost swear she Amanda and Rebecca reincarnated." Richard told him.
"It's a coincidence, Richard; but I can see your point. But guess what? They are involved in this now. And what makes you think this guy won't kill them anyway? For all we know, he's worse than the Kurgen ever was. They're in as much danger as we are." John said.
"John, I – I don't know. The guy who killed Markus, what did he look like?" Richard asked him.
"There wasn't that much light out, but there was enough. He was a big guy. I don't know about height, but he was a blond. The way the light bounced off that head of hair, no doubt about it. He also had a large scar on the left side of his face." John told him.
"That's the guy we caught today. He said Hench was already dead when he nabbed the sword." Richard said.
"Well, someone's lying." John said.
"Can I use your phone to make a call? My cell phone's dead." Richard asked.
"Sure, go ahead." John told him.
John looked back into the living room and saw that Kim and Ron were still just sitting there. Not moving, not blinking. For a little bit, John as scared they had stopped breathing. John glanced and it looked like Richard was going to be on the phone for a while. He thought he might as well let them in on a few things.
"How are you two holding up?" John asked as he walked into the living room.
"I think confused and scared fits perfectly." Kim said to him.
"Yeah, Richard told me about today." John said.
"But it isn't possible." Kim said.
"Miss Possible, we don't know why we're like this. I don't think anyone does. But I need to tell you something that Richard left out." John said to them.
"I'm scared to ask." Ron said.
"Miss Possible, Mr. Stoppable, there's an old legend among us. It says that at one point in time, all the remaining immortals will feel an irresistible pull to some far away land. Once there, the remaining immortals will fight each other to the death." John said.
"Why? What's the point in killing each other?" Ron asked him.
"For the prize. No one knows what it is, exactly. But many immortals believe in it so much that they have killed for it, and will continue killing. But there's the problem." John said.
"What do you mean?" Kim asked him.
"Some immortals believe that the Gathering is just an old legend. But after hearing that theory the Watcher said – let me explain. Supposedly, the Gathering has already happened. In 1986, Conner MacLeod, Duncan's kinsman, fought against an evil scumbag known as the Kurgen. Kurgen had killed a bunch of immortals in the New York area, and kidnapped the woman MacLeod was seeing. Well, he and MacLeod fought and McLeod took his head. Conner claims to have the prize; that he can grow old if he wants or have children."
"Children?" Ron asked him.
"Immortals can't have kids. Anyway, no one really believed Conner since immortals are still here. But now that Watcher shows up." John said and rubbed part of his face.
"What was his theory?" Kim asked; both she and Ron were interested in hearing hat he had to allow.
"According to Richard, the Watchers think that the Gathering is real, but for every different generation of immortals. But, we're varied so you don't know who will be drawn when." John said.
"Oh. Who are the Watchers?" Ron asked him.
"Duncan told us about them. They're an organization of normal people who are aware of our existence. Instead of telling people about us, they've decided to follow us and keep a record of as many immortals as possible. The man at Richard's place claims to be the one who created the Watchers. Poetic Justice I guess. He spends most of his life following us, and then becomes one of us." John said.
"That's a lot of complicated stuff." Ron said.
"Tell me about it." John said with a small laugh.
"So how long have you known Detective Murphy?" Kim asked him.
"Richard? Since he used to be normal." John said.
"You knew him before he was – un-killable?" Ron asked.
John laughed at Ron's comment for a little bit before he caught his breath.
"I never heard it put that way before. You could say that Ron." John said.
"How did he end up like – you know?" Kim asked.
"It's not a fun story. Richard was born in 1767, in Ireland. His mother was Irish, and his father was Scottish." John started.
Philadelphia; 1786
The hot sun was beating down on the young man's head as he walked along the dirt road, hoping to find some sign of the farm he had been told about. True, there were trees overhead that blocked most of the daytime heat, but the shade wasn't quite enough. Sometimes he could just kick his mother for sending him all the way out here. His mother kept telling him that he would have good chances at a better life now that the colonies had become their own nation. Some better life so far. Ever since he had walked off the ship from Ireland, he had been sleeping under bridges and out in open fields so far. It hadn't been much when he was growing up, but at least back in Ireland he had a roof over his head.
Now look at him! Here he was, sweating to death like crazy while he was looking for some kind of work. Sometimes he could just scream, but what good would that do? This was just driving him mad.
As he made his way down the road, he heard the sound of a horse and cart coming behind him. He stepped off the road to let it pass and to try avoid him almost getting run over again. What surprised him the most was when the cart sopped next to him as it began to pass him. The man that was driving the cart looked to be a little older than him, and he was sitting next to a girl that almost seemed like she had come to life from a painting. From the close resemblances, he guessed that they were brother and sister.
"Might I ask why someone such as you is traveling out in this heat?" the man asked in an English accent.
"I'm heading somewhere. A few people in town told me that a farmer near by needed some help, so I'm hoping to beg for work." The young man said with a thick Irish accent.
"Farm work isn't easy, young man. Have you ever worked on a farm before?" he asked the young Irish man.
"Aye. For most of me life, I worked on one in Ireland." He told them.
The young man on the cart looked at the Irish man for a few seconds. He leaned in and whispered to the young woman that was sitting beside him for a moment or two before he came to a decision.
"I'll give you a chance. The farm is two more miles down the road. We can give you a lift the rest of the way if you would like. My name is Jonathan Miles, and this is Rebecca." The young man said as he leaned down and offered his hand.
The young man and shook it firmly as a smile spread across his face.
"My name's Richard, Richard Murphy. It's nice to meet you." The young man said and climbed into the back of the cart.
"I do have to warn you, the ride is a little rough." the driver said as he started the wagon again.
The wagon finally came to a stop, and the young man half stumbled out of the back. He was slightly dizzy as his feet finally touched hard ground again. That ride was more than just a little rough. He had to make sure he bought himself a horse in the near future. Richard took a deep breath and looked at where he was to be working. It was a one story house, not too big or small. It was actually pretty impressive when he compared it to the home he grew up in. He could hear the sounds of a few chickens and a cow or two in the background. There was a large barn behind it with a large field of different crops that was almost as big as a small plantation. This actually looked like a very nice place to work, let alone live.
"Richard, I was wondering; do you have a place to stay?" Jonathan asked him.
"Um, does a near by bridge count?" Richard asked sheepishly.
"I thought so. There's a space in the hayloft of the barn. There's nothing in there now, but I can probably find an old desk and chair for you." Jonathan told him.
"Thank you." Richard said.
"Farm work begins right at sunrise. I'll see you then." Jonathan said as he walked to the house.
As Richard began to walk to the barn, he took one glance over his shoulder at his two new employers. The girl turned and gave him a brief smile before she headed inside with Jonathan. Richard smiled in return as he continued his walk to the barn. Maybe working here wouldn't be so bad after all.
Richard was able to make a bed out of an old sheet he had with him and the hay that was in the loft. As he lay on his new bed, he just looked up t the stars out from the opening in the loft. It was a habit he had started since he came to this country. For some odd reason, he just couldn't sleep right until he at least saw a few of the stars in the night sky. At least there was a roof over his head to keep him dry from the rain.
Richard was about to nod off to sleep when he heard the wooden ladder creek. Richard sat up to see the girl, Rebecca, entering the loft.
"We didn't eat all of supper, and I thought you might be hungry." She said as she placed a wrapped cloth that was filled with food beside him.
"You have my thanks." Richard said as he opened the cloth and saw fresh bread with roast beef and a few prepared vegetables.
"How long have you been here in the colonies?" Rebecca asked him, brushing her auburn hair from her face.
"Almost a year, now. I'm surprised I've survived this long." Richard told her.
"A year? What made you come here?" she asked him.
"To tell you the truth, I'm not sure. My own mother kicked me out of my home, saying there was nothing left for me in Ireland. Before she planted her boot in my backside, she gave me enough money to buy myself passage to here. I wouldn't be surprised if it was all the money she had left to her name." Richard told her.
"So you're here by yourself?" Rebecca asked him.
"Aye, I am. Not a penny to my name or even anyone I can call friend." Richard said.
That's when he saw Rebecca take his hand into both of hers, like she was trying to keep it warm.
"You have a friend now." She told him.
"Thank you, Miss Miles." Richard said.
"Call me Rebecca."
"All right, Rebecca."
Richard hated doing this with Jonathan the most. Here he had been, working for him for a little over a year and he still couldn't get used to the sight of him killing a pig. It was heart breaking to hear the pig squeal in pain and panic, and disturbing when nothing but silence followed. Of course, it wasn't any easier when Richard had to hold the carcass while Jonathan removed the internal organs. You would have at least thought he'd bleed the thing first.
"That takes care of this part. I'll skin it and cut it up by myself. That reminds me, we need to repair the northern part of the fence later on." Jonathan told Richard.
"I'll get the tools ready." Richard said as he looked up from the dead animal.
Rebecca smiled as she brought Richard and Jonathan a glass of water to cool them off. Richard returned the smile as she walked back, noticing how her glance lasted a little bit longer. Richard still kept the smile on his face after she went back inside the house.
"Richard, have you gone deaf?" Jonathan asked him loudly.
"What? Oh, I'm sorry. What were ya saying?" Richard asked him.
Jonathan just shook his head.
"I said don't bother with the tools, they're already ready." Jonathan told him.
"Oh, okay." Richard said as he gulped down the water.
"Richard, can I ask you something and tell you me the truth?" Jonathan asked him.
"Of course you can." Richard said. The whole time he worked here, him and Jonathan were almost like brothers to each other. They could tell each other almost anything.
"How long have you been sleeping with Rebecca?" Jonathan asked point blank, making Richard spit out the mouthful of water he had been drinking.
"W-what?" Richard asked him, flabbergasted.
"You heard me, Richard. Tell me the truth. Are you and Rebecca sleeping with each other?" Jonathan asked him.
"No! I might be from Ireland, but even there we treat ladies with respect." Richard told him.
"Then why did I see her leaving the barn before sunrise a few days ago?" Jonathan asked her.
Richard took a deep breath, and let it out in one huff.
"She's been teaching me to read." Richard told him.
"Read?" Jonathan asked him.
"Yes, read. She noticed a few months ago when I couldn't read a few signs in town. She asked me what was wrong and I told her. Ever since, she comes up to the loft with her books and teaches me." Richard asked her.
"Richard, are you lying to me?" Jonathan asked him.
"I'm not, Jonathan. You two have given me a home, a place to hang my hat. You're practically my brother. I wouldn't lie to you, and I wouldn't do anything like that to Rebecca. I love her too-" Richard stopped talking as soon as he realized what slip.
Richard just looked down in defeat and shook his head. He began mentally kicking himself, thinking he had just ruined his standings with his new family. He was getting ready for Jonathan to yell, scream, shout, basically loosing his temper. He was surprised when he actually heard Jonathan laughing a little.
"What are you laughing at?" Richard asked him.
"You. Richard, I've known for a while that you and Rebecca care for each more than you're letting on. I'm not blind. Plus, I was hoping she would fall in love with you." Jonathan said.
"You were? But why me? I don't have a penny to my name." Richard asked.
"You're a good man, Richard. I've gotten to know you, and I know that you'd take care of her. I don't know what you two want; but, I'm giving you m blessing. That includes if you to want to get married." Jonathan told him.
"M-married? W-we haven't talked about that yet. But – T-thank you, Jonathan." Richard said with a smile as he shook Jonathan's hand.
"Your welcomed, Richard. Now I have to tell you something. I know you might not believe me, but it's the truth. Rebecca isn't my sister. She's my daughter." Jonathan told him.
"Daughter? But,"
"I know, I look to be your age. The truth is, I've looked like this since the last days of the revolution. I only thank God Rebecca was born before it had happened. I don't why I look like this. I took a musket ball to the belly. And as I laid there dying, I remember begging God not to take me yet. I have so much to do, and I don't want to leave my child. When I woke up later, the battle was over and my wound was gone. To this day, I think God listened to me, and he let me stay so I could be there for Rebecca." Jonathan told him.
"My word. I'm a Christian man and I believe in miracles, but the only time I've heard of something like that is in the bible; when Jesus raised Lazarus. What happened to Rebecca's mother?" Richard asked him.
"She died of Pneumonia four years ago. She's buried near the near the woods. She used to sit under the trees and read to Rebecca. I thought it was fitting resting place." Jonathan said.
"I'll keep your secret to my dying days, Jonathan. I owe you so much." Richard said.
"Just keep my little girl safe and happy." Jonathan said as they headed to the northern part of the fence.
Jonathan and Rebecca were enjoying a nice picnic in front of their home and enjoying the weather of the day. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and it the sun was shining brightly. They had decided to have the picnic close to the forest edge, not too far from the resting place of Rebecca's mother. Everything seemed to be right with the world.
Richard and Rebecca had been happily married for four months, and were enjoying every moment of it. For the time being they were staying with Jonathan since they couldn't afford to buy their own land, but they didn't have any complaints. Neither did Jonathan. It felt good to see his daughter happy and with the man she loved. Jonathan could only smile as he sat with them as they all enjoyed the day and made small talk.
"Out of curiosity Richard, when are you going to give me grandchildren?" he asked.
"Grandchildren? Well?" Richard asked while looking at his wife.
"We haven't decided yet. Of course, it might be sooner than we think." She said as she gave Richard a certain look.
"There is no satisfying you, woman." Richard said with a laugh as he kissed Rebecca.
Jonathan was laughing when he noticed a rider coming up to where they all sat. From the first glance, it looked like the man hadn't seen a bath in days. His coat and hat were old, and he carried a musket and a saber by his side.
"I wonder who this is?" Jonathan asked himself as they all got up. "Might I help you with something, sir?" Jonathan asked him.
"I hope so." The man said with a heavy English accent. "I've been traveling for days. I was hoping for maybe a drink of,"
The man stopped when he had a good look at Jonathan's face. As he looked at him, his face turned pale white. He slowly backed away from Jonathan as his breathing became erratic.
"Is there something wrong, sir?" he asked the man.
"Y-you! It can't be you, you're dead!" he said.
"I beg your pardon?" Jonathan asked as Richard and Rebecca came to see what was happening.
"You were that soldier! I-I shot you. I shot you through the belly and saw you die! You can't be alive!" the man shouted and grabbed his musket.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Richard asked as the armed man cocked the hammer back.
"You're dead. By God, I'll send to back to whatever grave your rotting corpse walked out of!" the man shouted.
Richard and Rebecca didn't know what happened first. Jonathan and the man began wrestling for control of the rifle. Richard pushed Rebecca behind him to keep her safe as he watched the two men fight for the weapon.
"LET GO!" Jonathan shouted.
"NO! DAMN YOU TO HELL!" the man shouted as they continued to fight, and the gun fired.
Richard didn't even know he was hit until he felt the burning in his gut. He put his hands against the area he felt pain, and saw red leaking between his fingers when he looked down.
"Richard? Richard, no!" Rebecca shouted as Richard fell to his knees.
"YOU BASTARD!" Jonathan shouted as he tore the gun away and hit the man in the head with it.
Richard was feeling tired and fell to the ground out of lack of strength. He was feeling so tired, and so cold.
"Richard, don't leave me." Rebecca said as she cried over him.
"Don't cry, please." Richard said as she placed one of his hands against her face. She didn't care if it had blood on it or not, she just didn't want him to die. Richard was fighting the urge to close his eyes, but saw something terrifying behind Rebecca.
"Rebecca, run away!" he told her.
Rebecca looked confused for a minute, but then her face froze as a sickening sound seemed to echo. Rebecca looked down to see the blade of a saber jutting out below her breasts, and embed itself into Richard. Rebecca looked at him, a mixture of sadness and pain. She then laid herself on top of Richard and held him tight as Richard embraced her. Soon, both drifted into unconsciousness.
Richard's eyes fluttered a moment or two before he was able to finally open them. He remembered what had happened, but found himself looking upward at trees and the sky as the sun set. Maybe it hadn't happened. Maybe he had fallen asleep and dreamed it? He sat up and looked down over himself, and saw that his shirt was covered in blood and had two holes in it. It hadn't been a dream after all. Maybe this was heaven? If it was, where was Rebecca?
That's when he heard the sobbing. It was coming directly behind him. Richard turned around and screamed a little as he saw the rider, his eyes wide with fear as his saber jutted from the side of his head. The man was covered in slashes and stab wounds; the ground he was laying on was covered in red. Richard stood to his feet, and found the source of the weeping. There was Jonathan, kneeling beside his wife's grave. Richard started walking toward him to try and ask about Rebecca when he saw it. Everything inside him turned to ice as he saw why Jonathan was weeping and why the man was dead. There was another grave beside Jonathan's wife, a freshly dug one. On the make shift cross was a sash. It was the sash that Rebecca had made on their wedding day and almost constantly worn since they were married.
"J-Jonathan? What happened?" Richard asked him.
"You came back. I don't know why, but somehow I just knew it. My daughter is dead. My daughter is dead and buried before me, and you came back. I've lost the two women that were my life. Why you? Why you and not her? Why didn't she come back to me? Be gone from my sight." Jonathan said.
"Jonathan, what do you mean I came back?" Richard asked him.
"BE GONE FROM MY SIGHT! If I ever see you again, I swear to the Lord in Heaven that I will kill you. This is all your fault. ALL OF IT!" Jonathan said.
Richard didn't know what to say. He shook his head as the grief and pain over took his heart, and ran away. He didn't care where he ran to or why, but he just ran. This wasn't how things were supposed to be, not like this. Why? Why had this happened? Why?
"Are you serious?" Ron asked him.
"I am. I told Richard if I ever saw him again, that I'd kill him. We didn't see each other for almost one-hundred years after that." John told them.
"What did you do?" Kim asked him.
"I wallowed in misery for awhile. I burned the body of the man who killed Rebecca, and buried myself in farm work. But it wasn't any use. It was too isolated, and it hurt too much to look at those two graves everyday. Rebecca and her mother were my life, and I didn't know what to do. So I left the farm and pursued other things. After a few years, I met a man named Methos who explained to me about immortals and the Gathering." Jonathan said.
"If you're done with story time," Richard said, making his presence known. "I called the hospital. It appears that our perp fled not too long after being admitted. We've got to go." Richard said.
"Okay. Thanks for the info Mr. Miles." Ron said.
"Actually, I've been going by John Bagely. But it's nice to hear my real name again." John said and shook Ron's hand.
"Meet me at my place tomorrow morning, okay?" Richard asked him.
"I make no guarantees, but I'll be there when I wake up." John said.
"Your sense of humor still stinks. Watch your back." Richard said.
"Watch your head." John said.
Kim was still quite as he drove her back towards her neighborhood. She had just learned that something that should belong in a fairy tale was a reality. It was like an information overload for her brain. She glanced at Richard who was remaining quite as always. Not flinching, not moving, just keeping his eyes on the road. In two or three days time, she had learned a lot of information about this guy. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
"I'm sorry." She said.
"About what?" Richard asked.
"About your wife, Rebecca." Kim said.
She noticed the change in Richard's face as she mentioned her name. Part of his face seemed to tighten, like he was doing his best not to cry. She could tell that as still a very tender subject with him. He popped his neck as he glanced at Kim.
"That was a long time ago." Richard said.
"Is that who the portrait was?" Kim asked him.
"Yeah, it is. It took me almost twenty years to get that painting right." Richard said.
"You made it?" Ron asked.
"Yeah. It was a very long process trying to learn how to paint with oils." Richard said with a small smile.
"So how many people have you had to kill?" Kim asked him.
"To the point, aren't we? Are we talking criminals or,"
"Immortals." Kim said.
"Very straight and to the point. Most immortals kill so many times that they loose count. I've only killed four times in my life." Richard told her.
"Only four?" Ron asked him.
"I don't take pride in killing, Ron. Especially when they're inside my head." Richard said.
"What?" Ron asked, confused.
"He didn't tell you? Crap. There's a price for taking the head of another immortal. Once they're head has been severed, there's an energy that is released. We call it the Quickening. It will go straight to the nearest immortal, and it hurts like hell. It's a very destructive force, but within it is all the knowledge that the dead immortal had. All of their memories, experiences, everything they knew is now yours. Sometimes I have flashbacks to a life that wasn't mine. I didn't even drink coffee until I took my first head." Richard said.
"Is that why everything looked like it had been blown up at the crime scenes?" Kim asked him.
"Yes. The older the immortal, the more destructive the Quickening is." Richard said.
"So," Ron started, trying to get off the subject. "Have you been in anything big? You know, something we've studied in History class?" Ron asked him.
"Are you intentionally trying to make me feel old?" Richard asked him before he chuckled a little bit. "I've been in a few things. Ever hear of the Alamo?"
He knew it as early in the morning as he looked at his watch. Everyone was asleep and snoring as the crickets went on about their constant chirping. Richard sat in his spot near the northern wall where Davy Crockett and his men were posted. Davy had been strumming his violin out of boredom and had finally fallen asleep not too long ago. For thirteen days they had been guarding this mission. This old place had no business being a fort. An old mission as a fort, had they sunken that low?
"There's my old Christianity kicking in again." Richard said to himself, his Irish accent missing.
Richard remembered not too long after the Mexican army arrived. The son of a bitch, Santa Anna was leading the army himself. He was executing his own people if he thought they were betraying him in any way. Davy had taken a shot at him, and almost got him. If he had veered a little to the right, that bullet would have pierced that tyrant's head instead of blowing of that shoulder decoration. Oh well, tomorrow was another day. Maybe they would get him tomorrow. Here's hoping those idiots send help soon.
Richard was about to dose off when he heard something. Automatically, all of his senses were fully alert. He heard it again. It sounded like a twig was being snapped. What the hell was going on?
"VIVA DE SANTA ANNA!" a voice rang out, and many others followed.
"Oh SHIT!" Richard shouted as the cries from outside awoke the others.
"THEY'RE CHARGING US! GET TO YOUR POSTS!" another voice shouted as all the men rushed to their posts.
Richard made it to one wall and joined Colonel Travis by his side when he saw it. The whole Mexican Army was charging the Alamo.
"OPEN FIRE!" Travis shouted.
Richard aimed and fired, shooting down one of the soldiers that was in the lead. Several more shots rang out, dropping more of the Mexican soldiers as they charged. He could actually make out a few being trampled by their fellow soldiers. Soon cannon fire was echoing around Richard as he tried to reload his gun.
Richard had it loaded when another shot rang out, and he saw Travis fall backwards. Richard knelt down to check on his condition, but stopped when he saw him. There was a gaping hole near his hair line, and his eyes were glazed over look to them. He was dead. Travis might have been an asshole, but this still pissed off Richard to no end.
"YOU BASTARDS!" Richard shouted as he stood and saw that one ladder was already against the Alamo wall.
Richard ran toward it and looked down to see one soldier climbing it. When the soldier looked up, he was greeted with the barrel of Richard's gun.
"Adios." Richard said and fired, watching the soldier fall backwards in the cloud of smoke.
Richard began to reload again and felt two shots hit him in the chest.
"Not now." Richard growled as he continued to try and reload. When he felt another hit him in the heart, he knew wasn't going to last. "Not now." He said before he passed out and fell over backwards.
When Richard woke up, it was day light. He was on the ground, and there were bodies all around him. He kept still but glanced around him and saw the Mexican Army were in the mission. They were huddled near the chapel, and there was Santa Anna himself. Richard remained still, but he was trying to see what they were looking at. When a soldier moved aside, he saw Davy was tied up. That could mean only one thing. The Alamo had fallen and all his friends were dead.
"Senior Davy Crockett, do you wish to surrender?" one soldier asked.
"Davy Crockett." Davy laughed. He then looked up at the soldier and then to Santa Anna. That's when he looked back at the soldier who had spoken. "I-if you lay down your weapons, - I will take you to General Sam Houston. Once there, I will do my best to beg him – not to slaughter the whole lot of y'all. Now you tell him that. TELL HIM!" Davy shouted.
The soldier said something to Santa Anna in Spanish, and that's when Richard saw the fury in his eyes. When he saw the soldiers raise their muskets, he knew what was coming.
"I gotta warn ya, I'm a screamer." Davy said.
Richard turned his head when he heard the shouts of both Davy and the soldiers shout. In a few seconds, not even a minute, there was nothing but silence. Richard wanted to cry for his fallen friends, but he had to wait. Wait until he got away from here, then he would shed the tears.
"I was under a pile of bodies that were going to be burned when I found my opening. When the remaining soldiers weren't looking, I snuck off. I joined with Sam Houston's army under a different name, and fought them again at the Battle of San Jacinto. You don't know how satisfying it was to see Santa Anna surrender Texas." Richard told them.
"Wow. Wait a minute, we passed my house a few minutes ago." Kim said when she noticed what part of their neighborhood they were in.
"I know. I need to check on someone before I do anything else." Richard said as he took a corner.
"Who?" Ron asked.
"My great granddaughter." Richard said.
"Granddaughter? I thought immortals couldn't have kids." Kim said.
"They can't. That doesn't mean I can't adopt." Richard said as he pulled into the driveway of a two story home. "I'm going to be here for a while. Do you two want to stay here, or do you want go ahead and go home?" Richard asked them.
"I wouldn't mind meeting her." Ron said.
Richard got out while Kim and Ron took their time. Richard was already at the door and ringing the doorbell while Kim and Ron took their time walking.
"Ron, what do you think you're doing? We should be trying to figure out where this headhunter is." Kim told him.
"KP, it'd be rude if we didn't say hi." Ron said.
"Ron, sometimes I swear that- wait a minute. I know who lives here." Kim said as she took a good look at the house. "Don't tell me that,"
"Whoever it is, we don't want any!" a young feminine voice said on the other side of the door.
"No way." Kim said as she recognized the voice.
"Is that any way to talk to your elders?" Richard asked loudly.
The door opened a second later, and a young teenage brunette jumped into Richard's arms.
"PAPA! I was wondering when I'd see you again!" the young girl said.
"It's good to see you too, Bon Bon." Richard said as he gave her a hug.
Author's Note(s): Reviews are welcomed. And I forgot to say this in my previous chapters. Highlander is copyright of Republic Pictures and Kim Possible is copyright Disney. I don't own either and wrote this for fun.