Chapter 2
I awoke several hours later, lazily blinking my eyes, trying to focus in the bright morning sunlight. Where am I? I thought to myself before glancing over and recognizing the surfboard that leaned against the wall. I was at Jake's apartment. In his bed. It was at that moment I began to remember what had happened the night before.
"Sara?" Jake quietly called out my name as he peeked inside the door.
"I'm awake." I stated as I slowly sat myself up in the bed.
"Hey." His voice was soft as he came and sat on the edge of the bed near me. There was a moment of silence before I spoke.
"Thank you." I said sincerely, I turned to look at him and smile.
"For what? You saved my life last night and almost got yourself killed in the process." His tone was serious and his gaze was caught on my face.
"For taking care of me. And about last night, Jake I …….."
"What is it?" He asked, cutting me off. His voice was still soft and quiet and his eyes shifted to my bracelet. He ran his fingers over it lightly, examining every part of it.
"Can I explain over breakfast? Losing all that blood sure leaves you famished." I said smiling, trying to lighten the mood. He nodded in response before getting up and quietly exiting the room.
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I stepped out of the hot shower, the room filled with steam. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and wiped away some of the fog. As I stood, I slid my wet toes across the cool bathroom tiles, trying not to think about how long it had been since Jake had last cleaned them. I twisted my wet brown hair up into a knot. With my arms above my head affixing the hair clip I examined my side. All that was left when I ran my fingers across the smooth skin was a small dimple where the wound had once been.
"Pez!"
I sniffed the aroma that seeped into the humid bathroom. Smells like Jake finished the waffles.
"Just a second!" I yelled back to him through the door. I slipped on the t-shirt that Jake had loaned me and pulled tight the drawstring on the three-sizes-too-big pajama pants before joining him for breakfast.
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I had been so nervous to tell Jake about the Witchblade, but instead, it was more like a well-needed weight off my shoulders. Once I started telling him the basics it all began to spill out. I told him everything; right down to Ian, Irons and the Perriculim. Surprisingly enough he took it with stride.
"Wow." Was all he could manage to say after I finally stopped talking. "I guess that at least explains a lot."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked quizzically, somewhat annoyed by his teasing.
"Well, it explains how you walk away from impossible situations, all the recent "deaths by unidentified sword," you blanking out now and then. You know, a lot."
I laughed. Man it felt good to be able to share this with someone, well someone I trusted. Who's still alive, I added, No offense Danny.
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The next day I sat in our dingy office filling out paperwork about the failed stakeout. The perpetrator had gotten away on foot while Jake had attempted to stop my bleeding. Of course, the report was going to be hard to fill out without using the words, "mystical healing power."
I attempted to come up with a good reason why two highly skilled cops let this guy get away when Jake came in the office. Without a word he shut the door and sat down at the desk across from mine and smiled.
"Yesssssss?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and returning his misplaced smile.
"Seen any good visions lately?"
"What!? Are you making fun of me?" I darted back.
"No. I just like being in the loop that's all. So I …….."
His words faded out as I suddenly saw blood, lots of blood. The killer, he was there too, smiling and laughing to himself. Then he turned and waved at me, I got a better look at his features this time. His face looked old, although I doubt he was more than thirty. His hair was a dirty brown/blond color and his teeth were a nicotine stained yellow. I felt a chill run down my spine. "Your too late Sara." Was all that he said.
"Pez! You -."
Jake's hand touched my shoulder and instantly the vision vanished. I blinked and looked up at him standing beside me looking a little dazed.
"For a second there Pez, I thought I was seeing something too." He exclaimed.
"That's just great! You can't do that Jake, one of us has to be the sane one and it sure isn't me." I joked before my tone changed darker. I looked down at the file on my desk, "I think our guy just killed again."
"Pezzini, McCarty!" An officer hollered at us, leaning inside the office door. "The Captain wants to see you, there's been another murder."
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