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I do not make claims to the characters that belong to those that own and distribute Witchblade.
Extended Disclaimer. These events may or may not run along the same story line as the Comics or Television series by the same name.
CHAPTER TEN
Ian slowly and carefully sharpened the straight edge razor as he spoke barely above a whisper.
"Sara is coming along wonderfully." His eyes twinkled as he ran a bare finger across the edge of the blade, testing its sharpness. "I think you would find her very interesting. She is the most complex woman I have ever met." Moving to the side of the man lying quietly in the hospital bed he continued with a shy smile. "Of course you were the one that always seems to be the ladies man." With care Ian reached down and turned the angular face slightly to the side. " Mr. Irons has invited Sara to dine with us tonight." With precision movements, Ian began to pull the blade across the sleeping man's face, removing the day's growth of dark beard. Frowning he studied the familiar face. "Why did you have to be so disobedient?" Sighing, Ian remained silent as he finished his duty.
Finally when he was through, Ian stood up and took a step back. Knowing his work was finished he placed the blade on a side table then pulled a chair next to the bed and sat down. "There are times I wish we could change places. I get so tired." He leaned and touched the man's hand as he spoke gently. His scarred one contrasted drastically with the other's unblemished one. "If you had been the one who was forced to wear the blade, maybe I would be the sleeper and you would be here now."
"If he had worn the Blade Ian, it would have rejected him immediately and caused more damage." Ian was startled by Lilly's voice. She moved softly next to him and looked down sadly at the sleeping man. "I will never understand why you come down here."
"He needs me to see to certain needs, and I must make sure all the information I have, he has." Ian shrugged slightly. "After all we are the same."
"NO!" Lilly's voice boomed in the quiet room. "You are not the same as that thing, Ian Nottingham." She took several breaths to calm herself then touched Ian on the shoulder. He leaned his head into the caressing hand. "You were never the same. Not even as boys."
"We are more the same than you care to admit."
"And farther apart than you could even imagine." Lilly bent down and kissed Ian's head softly. "Come now, we have to get ready for our visitor." She turned and started out of the room. "Are you coming?"
"Yes Lilly, just as soon as I am through here." Ian turned his attention back to the man in the bed. "I have a few more duties to perform before I leave." He glanced lovingly at a worried Lilly. "Don't worry. I won't be late."
"Ian?" Lilly waited until he turned to face her. "Have you already forgotten what he did to Jenny?" Without waiting for an answer, she was gone.
Had the woman slapped him across the face, Ian didn't think it would have hurt as much as her last words had. Could Lilly really believe he has forgotten about Jenny. Sweet, beautiful Jenny?
"You never told me why?" He stared at the almost angelic face. Dark lashes feathered against smooth skin. He touched hands again and sought out the other's memories. His ears filled with the sound of roaring wind as the connection was made.
"Hey Jenny!" Ian shouted in his mind. He knew that he was watching the past and experiencing as the other. "Come out, you know you can't hide." He felt the other's thoughts and coldness. They were young, but tall and their bodies were both showing signs of being very muscular. "Jenny!" Ian observed as the other continued looking in the basement for Jenny. Suddenly there was a sound that caused the other to stop. "There you are. Come out and play with me."
"Go away." A soft crying voice echoed in the quietness. "You're scaring me."
"Come out Jenny. I'll make it easy on you." The other mocked. Ian knew what was about to happen and didn't want to relive it, but wanted to find answers. "If you make me look for you anymore I will be very mad." Slowly, a small figure appeared. She was not much older than Ian and the other but very small. He felt the other smile. "That's good, now come to me."
"Which one are you?" Jenny took a step forward.
"Does it matter?" The words were cold as the other suddenly bolted across the room and grabbed the young girl around the neck before she could move. "We are both the same."
"Don't hurt me. Please!" Jenny began crying. The other pulled her close and licked the tears from her cheek.
"Why did you run away Jenny?"
"You hurt me last time. I didn't want you to hurt me." She was crying uncontrollably now and pulled uselessly at his hands. "Just let me go. I won't tell anyone."
"I don't want to let you go. I want to see what it feels like to kill you." The other laughed as he tightened his hand around Jenny's throat. "I want to see your eyes as you die." Ian began to struggle to free his thoughts from the other's. He didn't want to see anymore. "Where are you going Brother?"
"No." Ian whispered and tried to pull away.
"Ian?" Suddenly Ian was free, the voice and hand on his shoulder startled him. He abruptly found himself standing, and pinning a young nurse against the wall with one hand. "What are you doing?"
"I am sorry." His released the nurse who fell to the floor, gasping for breath. "Please forgive me. I didn't mean.."
"We have been warned not to sneak up on you when you are with him." She tried to smile and took his offered hand to stand. "It was my fault Ian." His eyes filled with anguish. "Ian, it's all right. It was my stupidity. I am only glad it was you I startled and not him." She rubbed her throat and glared at the sleeping one. "If it had been him, I would be dead."
"When is his next scheduled awakening?" Ian straightened his clothing and began to put his gloves on. "I wish to be here this time."
"I'm not sure but I do know it is in a few days. I will let the Doctor and Irons know you wish to be here."
"Thank you." Ian nodded then headed for the door. The nurse continued to rub her neck as she watched him leave, then she shook her head as she checked the sleepers monitors.
"I can never understand why he cares so much for something like you."
I do not make claims to the characters that belong to those that own and distribute Witchblade.
Extended Disclaimer. These events may or may not run along the same story line as the Comics or Television series by the same name.
CHAPTER TEN
Ian slowly and carefully sharpened the straight edge razor as he spoke barely above a whisper.
"Sara is coming along wonderfully." His eyes twinkled as he ran a bare finger across the edge of the blade, testing its sharpness. "I think you would find her very interesting. She is the most complex woman I have ever met." Moving to the side of the man lying quietly in the hospital bed he continued with a shy smile. "Of course you were the one that always seems to be the ladies man." With care Ian reached down and turned the angular face slightly to the side. " Mr. Irons has invited Sara to dine with us tonight." With precision movements, Ian began to pull the blade across the sleeping man's face, removing the day's growth of dark beard. Frowning he studied the familiar face. "Why did you have to be so disobedient?" Sighing, Ian remained silent as he finished his duty.
Finally when he was through, Ian stood up and took a step back. Knowing his work was finished he placed the blade on a side table then pulled a chair next to the bed and sat down. "There are times I wish we could change places. I get so tired." He leaned and touched the man's hand as he spoke gently. His scarred one contrasted drastically with the other's unblemished one. "If you had been the one who was forced to wear the blade, maybe I would be the sleeper and you would be here now."
"If he had worn the Blade Ian, it would have rejected him immediately and caused more damage." Ian was startled by Lilly's voice. She moved softly next to him and looked down sadly at the sleeping man. "I will never understand why you come down here."
"He needs me to see to certain needs, and I must make sure all the information I have, he has." Ian shrugged slightly. "After all we are the same."
"NO!" Lilly's voice boomed in the quiet room. "You are not the same as that thing, Ian Nottingham." She took several breaths to calm herself then touched Ian on the shoulder. He leaned his head into the caressing hand. "You were never the same. Not even as boys."
"We are more the same than you care to admit."
"And farther apart than you could even imagine." Lilly bent down and kissed Ian's head softly. "Come now, we have to get ready for our visitor." She turned and started out of the room. "Are you coming?"
"Yes Lilly, just as soon as I am through here." Ian turned his attention back to the man in the bed. "I have a few more duties to perform before I leave." He glanced lovingly at a worried Lilly. "Don't worry. I won't be late."
"Ian?" Lilly waited until he turned to face her. "Have you already forgotten what he did to Jenny?" Without waiting for an answer, she was gone.
Had the woman slapped him across the face, Ian didn't think it would have hurt as much as her last words had. Could Lilly really believe he has forgotten about Jenny. Sweet, beautiful Jenny?
"You never told me why?" He stared at the almost angelic face. Dark lashes feathered against smooth skin. He touched hands again and sought out the other's memories. His ears filled with the sound of roaring wind as the connection was made.
"Hey Jenny!" Ian shouted in his mind. He knew that he was watching the past and experiencing as the other. "Come out, you know you can't hide." He felt the other's thoughts and coldness. They were young, but tall and their bodies were both showing signs of being very muscular. "Jenny!" Ian observed as the other continued looking in the basement for Jenny. Suddenly there was a sound that caused the other to stop. "There you are. Come out and play with me."
"Go away." A soft crying voice echoed in the quietness. "You're scaring me."
"Come out Jenny. I'll make it easy on you." The other mocked. Ian knew what was about to happen and didn't want to relive it, but wanted to find answers. "If you make me look for you anymore I will be very mad." Slowly, a small figure appeared. She was not much older than Ian and the other but very small. He felt the other smile. "That's good, now come to me."
"Which one are you?" Jenny took a step forward.
"Does it matter?" The words were cold as the other suddenly bolted across the room and grabbed the young girl around the neck before she could move. "We are both the same."
"Don't hurt me. Please!" Jenny began crying. The other pulled her close and licked the tears from her cheek.
"Why did you run away Jenny?"
"You hurt me last time. I didn't want you to hurt me." She was crying uncontrollably now and pulled uselessly at his hands. "Just let me go. I won't tell anyone."
"I don't want to let you go. I want to see what it feels like to kill you." The other laughed as he tightened his hand around Jenny's throat. "I want to see your eyes as you die." Ian began to struggle to free his thoughts from the other's. He didn't want to see anymore. "Where are you going Brother?"
"No." Ian whispered and tried to pull away.
"Ian?" Suddenly Ian was free, the voice and hand on his shoulder startled him. He abruptly found himself standing, and pinning a young nurse against the wall with one hand. "What are you doing?"
"I am sorry." His released the nurse who fell to the floor, gasping for breath. "Please forgive me. I didn't mean.."
"We have been warned not to sneak up on you when you are with him." She tried to smile and took his offered hand to stand. "It was my fault Ian." His eyes filled with anguish. "Ian, it's all right. It was my stupidity. I am only glad it was you I startled and not him." She rubbed her throat and glared at the sleeping one. "If it had been him, I would be dead."
"When is his next scheduled awakening?" Ian straightened his clothing and began to put his gloves on. "I wish to be here this time."
"I'm not sure but I do know it is in a few days. I will let the Doctor and Irons know you wish to be here."
"Thank you." Ian nodded then headed for the door. The nurse continued to rub her neck as she watched him leave, then she shook her head as she checked the sleepers monitors.
"I can never understand why he cares so much for something like you."