Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Meanwhile, the others were still wondering about the inscription on the Amulet. They were just about to call it quits, when the phone rang. Wolverine jumped about 3 feet in the air, and sauntered over to get it. When he picked it up, the voice on the other end belonged to the desk clerk. He said,

"Hello, may I ask who I am talking to?"

"I'm Logan."

"Yes. There's a man here to see you, he says his name is Adam Pierson. Can I send him up?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know him. Let him come up." He hung up the phone and turned to the others. "Methos is coming up." He went and sat back down on the couch. In a couple of minutes, there was a knock on the door, and with Wolverine's ok, Jubilee opened the door. It was Methos. After the door was shut behind him, Macleod asked,

"Have one of your famous attacks of conscience?"

Methos just looked at him. "I just came to see if I could help."

"It would help if you could read Mayan, or Incan, or whatever this is." Jubilee said, handing him the Amulet. He squinted at it, and finally said,

"Well, it's small, but I think I can read it. Let's see." He spoke a bunch of gibberish, then translated. "This is the Amulet of Light. To vanquish the Dark One, wear this and strike with silver, it will die, never to return until it is summoned."

"So it's a come when I call demon." Wolverine said. "Nice."

"That doesn't help much. None of us has a weapon made of silver. If it said metal in general, Wolvie or any of you Immortals could kill it, but it wants silver." Jubilee pointed out.

"I have a large collection of swords," Macleod said. "even some silver ceremonial swords."

"Alright." Wolverine said. "That's a start. Where are all these swords?"

"In my warehouse. You're right, we should go get one, just in case it attacks us before we're prepared."

"Okay, I'll go with Macleod. You guys stay here an' wait for Rogue an' Psylocke." They grabbed their coats and went to the door. Almost the second they left, Rogue and Psylocke flew in through the window.

"So, ya'll fin' anythin'?" Rogue asked as she landed.

"Yeah." Jubilee said. "Methos translated the inscription on the Amulet, and now Macleod and Wolvie are out finding a silver sword 'cause we need silver to kill it."

"Well, it's a good thing we found it, then." Psylocke said. "It, along with two Immortals, are in a Mausoleum in the cemetery."

"Damn." Richie said, falling back into the chair he had been sitting in before.

"What's wrong? We found it, isn't that a good thing?"

"Immortals can't fight on Holy Ground. It's one of the rules." Joe clarified.

"So, we fight them."

"You can't. Only an Immortal can kill another Immortal." Richie looked over at them.

"Ok, then, you fight the Immortals, and we'll take out the Dark One."

"We'll have to do it away from the cemetery. It can't be that hard to get them away from the cemetery. Unless they want to break the rules. Do you know who they are?"

"No, just that there was a woman and a man."

"Macleod'll know who they are." Joe said.

"Probably." Richie agreed.

In the meantime, Macleod and Logan were driving through town towards Macleod's warehouse. When they got there, they immediately set to work finding a silver weapon of some sort. They didn't care if it was a silver letter opener, as long as it was silver. As Logan looked at all the things Macleod had collected over the last 400 years, he couldn't help but be in awe. There was so much stuff here, from the Tartan of the Clan Macleod, which he used to wear, to the sword that he got from Bonnie Prince Charlie, and from Ming vases to a toaster, for some reason. He walked through the stuff, fingering things gently, as if to make sure that they were real.

"Ya collected all this stuff in 400 years?"

Macleod looked up from an antique silver mirror as he set it aside to look in the chest under it.

"Yes. For some reason, I just couldn't get rid of any of it."

"I wouldn't want to get rid of stuff like this either. Some of this stuff could make you very rich."

Macleod turned away. That wasn't really what he meant.

"All the swords I have kept over the years are in here." At first glance, there weren't actually any swords in the room; they had been packed in the chests and trunks. Macleod said, "I keep all the swords in wooden chests so they won't get rusty or dull."

Wolverine nodded comprehension and started opening chests. He had opened quite a few, when suddenly, he came to one whose latches were rusted closed. He tried prying it open with his fingernails, and banging the latch against a shelf, but nothing worked, so he extended the first claw on his right hand, and sliced through the latch. As he did so, he noticed Macleod staring at him. He retracted the claw,

"They got practical uses as well. They ain't just fer slicin' up bad guys."

Macleod looked away and continued checking swords. Wolverine shrugged, and opened the box he had worked so hard to open. Inside was an Arabian Nimcha sword. He closed it and moved to the next one. Finally, after nearly an hour of searching, they got through all the boxes. And none of the swords were silver.

"Well, that's odd. Nothing, I wonder what I did with them?" Macleod mused as he looked around at the piles of chests, crates and trunks.

"That's where you're wrong." Wolverine said, holding up a silver dagger.

Macleod took the dagger. "We can't kill a demon with this."

"It's silver, ain't it?"

"Well, yeah, but it's not big enough to do much damage, you know what it took to just scare it off."

"We'll find out." Wolverine took the dagger back, and put it back in the case he had found it in. Then he headed back to the car.