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Reflections
I always wondered what it felt like to be dead. I wondered if it would hurt, what would come afterwards, whether people would miss me.
I never wondered how I would die or when I would.
I never imagined someone like Gallo shooting me point blank, while my partner was watching.
I guess one could say I got my answers now. Safe to say, dying hurts like hell and people miss me. I even watched my own funeral.
I was surprised when I found out I could come back to talk to Pez, even if it was to guide her. I wasn't even surprised when I found out about the Witchblade; I was too happy finding out she could still see me, even if I was dead.
Then there are the times I can see her and everybody else, but she can't see me. The times that I want her to see me, so I can help her, but when I can't become visible to her.
Maybe when she learns to control the Witchblade more and better... maybe when they are one.
I don't know why I understand this ancient weapon, or how I knew of this weapon. All I know is that it saved her life, even if it couldn't do the same for me.
I get up from the chair I had been sitting in; how I do this beats even me; as Sara enters her apartment. Should I appear in front of her, tell her of her visitor earlier this afternoon? Tell her that the same man is now watching her apartment from across the street?
Or should I let it rest, watch over her and warn her in case this guy decides to do something crazy? He did save her from Gallo by distracting him.
Thinking about Gallo, I decide not to tell her, knowing the thing Nottingham did to Gallo last night. The bastard deserved it, even when I know that he should've been brought before court.
I watch her stalk through the apartment, looking out of the window, before finally dropping in bed, asleep. Smiling, I sit down again, glancing at the building where I had seen Nottingham. I'm not surprised when I don't see his dark form there, or when he silently slides open the window to watch Sara sleep.
Yet, when he moves closer, I get up to wake my partner, not fully trusting Ian's motives for being here. When I get near the bed, ready to wake her, the Blade suddenly gives of a dull glow, waking her.
For a moment, she looks right at me, or through me, whatever. Then, she reaches for the gun underneath her pillow. When she looks up, Nottingham is gone again, and she walks right through me as she searches through the apartment.