SMST: My So-Called Immortal Life – By DS Wynne
Disclaimer: SM, R1/2, ST, HL and other properties belong to their respective owners.
Note: This is a multi-genre story.
Part 7
Meanwhile…
As promised, Connor had went to the local catholic cathedral to pay his respects to his late wife Heather, who died nearly five-hundred years before…
"Heather, happy birthday." Ranma said, as he lit a candle in his late wife's name, before placing it next to a few other candles as a part of the liturgy. He would have invited Usagi to celebrate this moment with him, but doing this alone was something that he felt that only he could do…
After saying a small prayer, Connor then moves off to sit in the pews. There were a number of parishioners sitting down, while nuns and a priest were directing a class of catholic school students. Apparently, the cathedral had a rich history in the neighborhood…
As Connor sat, contemplating his thoughts, he felt a hand on his shoulder…
"Kastiger is DEAD," Kurgan said in Connor's ear before sitting down behind the Highlander. "It appears that you and I will soon conclude our business…"
Connor slowly turns towards Kurgan, and smirks. He had felt the presence of a fellow Immortal the moment the Kurgan entered the cathedral.
"Nice 'look'," Connor said, as he sees that Kurgan had shaved his head, while putting safety pins through his neck.
"A mere disguise," Kurgan said. "In many ways, this 'punk' culture reminds me of the days of old, when civilization was not as oppressive on the will of free men."
"'Free'? You call acts of barbarism 'free'?"
"Surely a Highlander can appreciate such things. Do you remember what it was like before the English squashed your kin's sense of earthy righteousness, with its rules and treaties? When you can take what you want, because you earned it…conquered it?"
"No, more like steal you keep."
"What do you want, Victor?" asked Connor, as steels himself.
"Your head, of course," Kurgan said. "And the Prize."
Meanwhile, Kurgan notices the stares he was getting from the nuns…
"Happy Halloween, ladies!" Kurgan shouts, while he uses his mouth to perform an obscene act.
The nuns responded by performing the cross hand gesture before moving away from the Russian, as well as others in the catherdral…
"Nuns," Kurgan said, as he turns his attention back towards Connor. "No sense of humor…"
"The Scots and the Kurgans may be similar many ways, but, unlike the Kurgans, the Scots have honor and decency."
"Humph. THAT is a foolish principle for the weak, MacLeod. It didn't save the Moon Princess when I raped her that night-!"
Connor suddenly grabs the Kurgan by the jacket.
"I haven't forgotten that, Viktor," Connor said with anger. "If it wasn't for the fact that my cousin needed to heal for what you did, I would have gone after you myself."
Pause.
"But that can change, right here, right now."
The Kurgan scowls, as he removes Connors' hands. There was a brief struggle, as both men get up.
"REMEMBER, MacLeod, what Ramirez had taught you about Holy Ground," the Kurgan says.
Connor looks into the Kurgan's dark eyes and relented.
"This isn't over, count it Victor," Connor said.
"Good-bye, MacLeod," the Kurgan said. "We will meet soon enough."
Connor takes one last look at the Kurgan before storming off.
"And tell the Princess that I look forward to sating my appetite with her flesh," the Kurgan chortles, as he sits back down, while calling after Connor. "HAHAHAHAHAHA-!"
After Connor leaves the cathedral, a priest walks up to the Kurgan.
"Sir, people are trying to pray," the priest said. "You should respect this house of worship."
"It won't matter after I have earned the Prize, Father," the Kurgan said. "When I do, I shall have ultimate power, and the Moon Princess will be MINE…"
The Kurgan then gets up.
"Forgive me for disturbing this house of worship," the Kurgan said, as he takes the priests right hand. "I am, but a worm."
After licking it, the Kurgan stalks off. But before leaving the building, the Kurgan turns towards the remaining parishioners.
"Everyone, I have an announcement!" the Kurgan said, as he whirls around. "It's better to burn out, than to fade away! Yah-ha! HAHAHAHAHA-"
And with that, Kurgan departs.
Sometime later…
"I'm fine," Usagi said, as she brushed aside the tea Rachel was trying to give her. "I'm all worn out with tears, you know."
Rachel sighs. She knew that her former foster mother could be a handful at times…
Just then, Connor walks into the living room area.
"Thank goodness you are here, Connor," Rachel says, as she sets the cup of tea down on a nearby counter. "Usagi found out about a gentleman friend of hers being killed recently-"
"If it's Kastiger, I know," Connor said. "The person who killed him told me."
"Oh, dear," Rachel said. "What are we going to do-?"
Just then, a doorbell rings.
BUZZZ! BUZZZZ! BUZZZZ-!
All eyes turn towards the entrance of the building, which served as both a home and a place of business…
"I'll go see who that is," Rachel said, as she leaves for the shop area through a hidden door.
Connor then turns Usagi.
"How are you holding up, lass?" Connor asked.
Usagi looks up.
"I should be asking you that question," Usagi said. "I assume the Kurgan was responsible?"
"Yeah," Connor said, as he moves to pour himself a glass of scotch. "Care for a shot?"
"Yeah," Usagi said, as she gets up from the couch. "Make my a double, on the rocks-"
BUZZZ!
With his curiosity peeked, Connor goes to the intercom.
CHIRP!
"Yes, Rachel?"
"Um, Mister NASH, Miss Wyatt insist on seeing you," Rachel said over the intercom.
"Uh, oh," Connor said, as he sits his glass down. "I hope she hadn't do anything rash."
"She's a woman, Connor," Usagi said, as she takes her glass from Connor. "We tend to complicate things for men."
Connor turns towards Usagi with a knowing smile.
"I figured that out when you and dearest Kate fought over me. Heh."
"Just go!" Usagi said, as she tossed a couch pillow at Connor. "Sheesh…"
A few minutes later, Connor brings back Brenda back into the living quarters.
"What's she doing here?" Brenda asked.
"I live here, when I'm in New York, Miss Wyatt," Usagi said.
"Don't mind her," Connor said. "She was planning to go out for dinner with Rachel."
"Humph," Usagi said, as she gets up. "I know when I am not wanted."
Usagi finishes her drink, and sets it down onto a coffee table…without a coaster.
"Hey, that's an expensive table, lass!" Connor yells.
"I KNOW," Usagi said, as she leaves. "Ta!"
After Usagi leaves, Connor turns towards Brenda.
"My apologies," Connor said. "Now, as you were saying…?"
"Yes," Brenda said. "I know for a fact that you can't be 'Russell Nash', because Nash dies shortly after birth. So, what the hell is going on?"
"You see, it's like this…"
Later…
"You sure you don't want to stay with me tonight, Usagi?" Rachel said, as Usagi gets out of a cab.
"I'll be fine, Rachel," Usagi said, as she closes the door.
"But what if Connor still has company over?"
"That's his problem, not mine. Besides, if that creep Victor Krueger is around, I don't want you getting caught up in what's going on amongst the Immortals."
"Very well, but be sure to call me when you get home, okay?"
"I promised," Usagi said.
And with that, Rachel's cab drives off.
Usagi sighs, as heads for "Russell Nash's Antiques"…
Suddenly, Usagi's danger senses rang out-
VROOOOM!
Usagi turns in time to see a car barreling down an ally-
WHAM!
Usagi's body goes flying, as it bumps off the windshield, over the hood and behind the car.
BUMP-BUMP!
Dazed, Usagi looks up to see the same car move in reverse…
BUMP-BUMP!
Over the music track of Wagner's "The Valkyries", the Kurgan sings to the music while running his car back and forth over Usagi…
When he was done, the Kurgan gets out of his car, and casually walks over to Usagi's broken form. Already, her regenerative abilities were starting to kick in…
"Well, you're tougher than I thought, 'Princess'," the Kurgan said, as he squats.
Half blind, Usagi, who was breathing hard, looks up.
"What…?" Usagi said, as she croaked.
"Oh, I KNOW about you…the real you," the Kurgan said. "Funny how one can uncover secrets, depending upon who you know…"
Tears begin to fall from Usagi's remaining eye, as the Kurgan strokes gently on her face.
"I also know that I could continue to run you over until you are nothing more than a fine paste, but you'll just come back…probably in a year."
"Then…?"
"Then why I haven't done it? I don't know if I can kill you, but I want you to suffer…painfully, especially after what YOU did to retaliate to what I did to you. And I thought LONG and hard as to what I wanted to do you. I had that to have you stuffed and mounted as my trophy. But then, that would simply get you off the hook. No, I want you to suffer, and in your suffering, you will submit to me."
The Kurgan then stands up.
"And don't think about changing into that green form of yours. Your body is too busy to repair itself to enhance it."
"You'll…you'll…"
"Never get away with it?" the Kurgan said incredulously. "I hope not. Otherwise, Connor MacLeod won't go out of his way to find you…"
The Kurgan looks up at MacLeod's home.
"And his new lady friend, too."
Suddenly, the Kurgan grabs by the flesh of Usagi's mid-section. As she was picked up, Usagi tried to scream in pain. But because her lungs were destroyed, no sound could come out. Furthermore, Usagi's body was folded in half…backwards.
"I can't wait to see what I can do to you, Princess," the Kurgan said, as goes to the back of the car. He then opens the trunk, and tosses Usagi in…unceremoniously.
THUNK!
CHUNK!
Slapping his hands, the Kurgan begins whistles, as he gets back in his car. He then starts up his car, starts up his music again, and drives off into the darkness.
Tbc.
