Disclaimer: I've only seen the show. I have not read the comics. I can only go by the little bit of information the show has supplied. If I get something wrong, that is in the comic book, please forgive me.
Personal Journal of Sara Pezzini
Entry 1
Okay so I know that it is a bad idea to keep a journal. A written record of the events and thoughts when you know you are going to be breaking the law on a regular basis. But, if I don't start trying to make order of my confusion then I will go crazy! So here it is the first entry in the diary of a mad woman.
Am I going crazy?
I must be nuts or at least slightly nuts.
There is no other explanation for the things I've seen...the things I've done.
The WitchBlade. Yeah, right.
I just have one question: is it evil?
Well, okay two questions: is it alive?
After I dispatched those clone guys I thought for sure Jake was going to know my secret. I couldn't look him in the eyes. I just kept my head down while I was releasing him and then I had to take off and leave him with the mess.
I know forensics' is going to have another field day with all those blade wounds on the bodies. But, to my defense I might be able to claim that some of them were the results of their own weapons.
I was cuffed to that chair, just like Jake was and yet how do I explain escaping? How do I explain the bodies? I just know that the rat squad is going to be all over those guys! Oh, and let's not forget "The Captain" he's going to fry my butt.
Danny's was just here. I could feel him watching me from the window. He's got that patient aura around him-I don't know if that comes from being dead or being the wise Asian master.
But I exploded! I went off on him.
"Just what the hell are you doing here!" I shouted at him. And it actually seemed to have an affect because he cringed backwards away from me. But he recovered quickly.
"I thought you would want to talk about it." He said simply, calmly. Even when he was alive he would let me be the emotional one, would let my half-Irish temper blow-up and he would just ride out the storm.
He was my rock.
"I still am," he told me, reading my mind.
"God I hate it when you do that!" I screamed back at him, but the smile was already tugging at the corners of my mouth.
"Sara, I came to tell you nothing is going to happen to you because of tonight."
I was totally confused by that, one how did he know, and two this was just the kind of the captain had been waiting for-I know he's wants me gone.
"I know you are confused. But, remember everything is connected." Then he was gone again.
Even in my confusion I knew he was right. Somehow, some way, all those bodies, dead men that I killed, were going to be swept away. I wouldn't have to deal with their deaths in court, just in my own conscience.
I realized at that moment that I was using the idea of the rat squad breaking down my door and The Captain, and even Jake to avoid looking closely at my actions.
I wanted to kill those guys. Yes, the adrenaline was pumping, yes I was afraid for my life, and yes they gave me no choice-but still I wanted to fight them. I wanted to feel that high I got from fighting and beating all those guys in the theater.
I wanted blood.
Or did I?
Was it the blade?
"Sara, you've always been an action junkie," Danny's voice intruded on my thoughts. "But, you never wanted to kill. And you didn't this time."
Again there is truth in Danny's words.
No, it was act and react.
I feel better about tonight. I hope I can sleep.
I know I have a huge fence to mend with Jake....
And I still don't know what this thing on my wrist is or what its intentions are....
All I want right now is to get one night of sleep with out the dreams.
Personal Journal of Sara Pezzini
Entry 1
Okay so I know that it is a bad idea to keep a journal. A written record of the events and thoughts when you know you are going to be breaking the law on a regular basis. But, if I don't start trying to make order of my confusion then I will go crazy! So here it is the first entry in the diary of a mad woman.
Am I going crazy?
I must be nuts or at least slightly nuts.
There is no other explanation for the things I've seen...the things I've done.
The WitchBlade. Yeah, right.
I just have one question: is it evil?
Well, okay two questions: is it alive?
After I dispatched those clone guys I thought for sure Jake was going to know my secret. I couldn't look him in the eyes. I just kept my head down while I was releasing him and then I had to take off and leave him with the mess.
I know forensics' is going to have another field day with all those blade wounds on the bodies. But, to my defense I might be able to claim that some of them were the results of their own weapons.
I was cuffed to that chair, just like Jake was and yet how do I explain escaping? How do I explain the bodies? I just know that the rat squad is going to be all over those guys! Oh, and let's not forget "The Captain" he's going to fry my butt.
Danny's was just here. I could feel him watching me from the window. He's got that patient aura around him-I don't know if that comes from being dead or being the wise Asian master.
But I exploded! I went off on him.
"Just what the hell are you doing here!" I shouted at him. And it actually seemed to have an affect because he cringed backwards away from me. But he recovered quickly.
"I thought you would want to talk about it." He said simply, calmly. Even when he was alive he would let me be the emotional one, would let my half-Irish temper blow-up and he would just ride out the storm.
He was my rock.
"I still am," he told me, reading my mind.
"God I hate it when you do that!" I screamed back at him, but the smile was already tugging at the corners of my mouth.
"Sara, I came to tell you nothing is going to happen to you because of tonight."
I was totally confused by that, one how did he know, and two this was just the kind of the captain had been waiting for-I know he's wants me gone.
"I know you are confused. But, remember everything is connected." Then he was gone again.
Even in my confusion I knew he was right. Somehow, some way, all those bodies, dead men that I killed, were going to be swept away. I wouldn't have to deal with their deaths in court, just in my own conscience.
I realized at that moment that I was using the idea of the rat squad breaking down my door and The Captain, and even Jake to avoid looking closely at my actions.
I wanted to kill those guys. Yes, the adrenaline was pumping, yes I was afraid for my life, and yes they gave me no choice-but still I wanted to fight them. I wanted to feel that high I got from fighting and beating all those guys in the theater.
I wanted blood.
Or did I?
Was it the blade?
"Sara, you've always been an action junkie," Danny's voice intruded on my thoughts. "But, you never wanted to kill. And you didn't this time."
Again there is truth in Danny's words.
No, it was act and react.
I feel better about tonight. I hope I can sleep.
I know I have a huge fence to mend with Jake....
And I still don't know what this thing on my wrist is or what its intentions are....
All I want right now is to get one night of sleep with out the dreams.