This is the end for now....I have an idea to continue it but I have to think it out a little bit more. Glad you all liked it.
Ultimately Sara faced off with Gallo. I followed and as anticipated her blood was spilled, another test fullfilled. She nearly lost control and killed Gallo with the blade, it was what Irons wanted, but I was pleased when she pulled back the sword and arrested him. I paid Mr. Gallo a visit the next evening at his penthouse, he of course was out on bond. It did not take much for me to frighten him, his mind was so weak. I appeared to him in full armor, I deflected light from a lamp to backlight my form giving me an even more eerie appearence. Like a good catholic boy steeped in the lore of Saints and Sinners, Gallo began screaming about an avenging angel and ran to the balcony to escape. I opened the glass door, something he had not expected. His speed propelled him over the railing and he fell to his death. Splattered upon the pavement like a bug on a windshield. Very fitting, I thought.
I checked on Sara, she was at long last sleeping. I reported all of this to Irons. He was disappointed that the new Wielder had not given into bloodlust but he was pleased with my performance. "You may go home for the evening, Ian. Leave your phone on in case I need you."
I wandered the streets, not wanting to return to the penthouse. The emptiness would mock me. My phone rang shrilly. The number was not one of Irons's. "Hello?"
"Daddy!"
"Alexander, how are you?" I wanted to ask where he was but I knew Kenneth would have this call carefully monitered.
"I am fine, I love the Hobbit. I have begun my training. The Master says I am extremely gifted."
The joy and pride was plain in his voice, I would not dispell that. "I am very proud of you. I miss you, my boy."
"I miss you too Daddy. Don't worry, when I read at night, I hear the words in your voice." I heard a voice in the background and Alex answer, "yes, sir."
"You have to go?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Never forget, Alexander, I love you with all my heart."
"I love you too, Daddy. Goodnight."
"Night." The line now dead, I went home, my heart a bit lighter. I went to his room and took a tattered copy of the Velveteen Rabbit from the shelf. I climbed into his bed, opening the book, as I read the text, it was in his voice.
Upon rising the next morning, I decided to pay the Wielder a visit before heading to my duties at Vorschlag. "Looked in the morning paper yet, Sara?"
"What?"
I was still on a high from talking to Alexander so there was a more playful tone to my voice than she was used to. "The morning paper, Sara. Take a look at it."
"Organized crime figure Thomas Gallo committed suicide last night, jumping from the balcony of his heavily guarded apartment after screaming something about an avenging angel. Gallo was out on bail on three pending charges of murder."
"It looks like Tommy Gallo had a crisis of conscience."
"Either that, or he had help." I grinned, I could hear the smile in her voice.
"Perhaps a bit of both," I said slyly.
She walked over to the window peering out. "Hey, Nottingham."
"Hey, Sara." Perhaps she did not think so ill of me after all.
"Had any dreams lately?" She asked pointedly and seductively before hanging up the phone.
I rocked back and forth on my feet, chuckling at her for a minute before making my way to work.
Ultimately Sara faced off with Gallo. I followed and as anticipated her blood was spilled, another test fullfilled. She nearly lost control and killed Gallo with the blade, it was what Irons wanted, but I was pleased when she pulled back the sword and arrested him. I paid Mr. Gallo a visit the next evening at his penthouse, he of course was out on bond. It did not take much for me to frighten him, his mind was so weak. I appeared to him in full armor, I deflected light from a lamp to backlight my form giving me an even more eerie appearence. Like a good catholic boy steeped in the lore of Saints and Sinners, Gallo began screaming about an avenging angel and ran to the balcony to escape. I opened the glass door, something he had not expected. His speed propelled him over the railing and he fell to his death. Splattered upon the pavement like a bug on a windshield. Very fitting, I thought.
I checked on Sara, she was at long last sleeping. I reported all of this to Irons. He was disappointed that the new Wielder had not given into bloodlust but he was pleased with my performance. "You may go home for the evening, Ian. Leave your phone on in case I need you."
I wandered the streets, not wanting to return to the penthouse. The emptiness would mock me. My phone rang shrilly. The number was not one of Irons's. "Hello?"
"Daddy!"
"Alexander, how are you?" I wanted to ask where he was but I knew Kenneth would have this call carefully monitered.
"I am fine, I love the Hobbit. I have begun my training. The Master says I am extremely gifted."
The joy and pride was plain in his voice, I would not dispell that. "I am very proud of you. I miss you, my boy."
"I miss you too Daddy. Don't worry, when I read at night, I hear the words in your voice." I heard a voice in the background and Alex answer, "yes, sir."
"You have to go?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Never forget, Alexander, I love you with all my heart."
"I love you too, Daddy. Goodnight."
"Night." The line now dead, I went home, my heart a bit lighter. I went to his room and took a tattered copy of the Velveteen Rabbit from the shelf. I climbed into his bed, opening the book, as I read the text, it was in his voice.
Upon rising the next morning, I decided to pay the Wielder a visit before heading to my duties at Vorschlag. "Looked in the morning paper yet, Sara?"
"What?"
I was still on a high from talking to Alexander so there was a more playful tone to my voice than she was used to. "The morning paper, Sara. Take a look at it."
"Organized crime figure Thomas Gallo committed suicide last night, jumping from the balcony of his heavily guarded apartment after screaming something about an avenging angel. Gallo was out on bail on three pending charges of murder."
"It looks like Tommy Gallo had a crisis of conscience."
"Either that, or he had help." I grinned, I could hear the smile in her voice.
"Perhaps a bit of both," I said slyly.
She walked over to the window peering out. "Hey, Nottingham."
"Hey, Sara." Perhaps she did not think so ill of me after all.
"Had any dreams lately?" She asked pointedly and seductively before hanging up the phone.
I rocked back and forth on my feet, chuckling at her for a minute before making my way to work.