"A Finale, Of Sorts"
or
"A Fanfic of Highlander: The Series"
by Shaule Sachs
This is a work of fiction. This work is not meant to infringe
on the Highlander copyrights and other things. It is written solely
for the therapeutic release of the author and enjoyment of others.
Any similarities between this and real life is pure coincidence.
-----------------------------------------------------------------
--- Part 2 ---
Tuesday, evening
Duncan's Barge, Paris
Duncan had just gotten back from celebrating with Richie. When
he got inside the barge, he stripped off his clothes and went
towards the shower stall to take a shower before bed. /A nice
relaxing shower is what I need,/ thought Duncan. Just as he was to
step into the shower after carefully adjusting the temperature the
phone rang. Taking a towel to cover himself as he shut off the
shower he walked towards the offending phone. /You always starting
ringing when ever I get the shower just *right*,/ thought Duncan
evilly at the phone. Snatching the phone from its base Duncan said,
"Hello."
"Kalas is out of jail, Mac," came the voice on the other end
of the line. Duncan knew that the voice belonged to Joe Dawson and
he was troubled. "What happened," asked Duncan in a strained voice.
"I don't have all the details yet but there was a prison riot where
Kalas was being kept," replied Joe. Joe told Duncan what happen.
Apparently, some of the new inmates tried to escape Monday
afternoon. In the confusion, Kalas was shot, presumed 'killed' and
was placed in the morgue. It was simple for him to leave from the
morgue since the prison doctor had declared him dead, which if he
was mortal he would have been. Joe added that a Watcher had spotted
Kalas this afternoon but lost him five minutes later. "Where was he
spotted, Joe?" asked Duncan. "By the bar that he owned," came the
reply. "Thanks Joe," Duncan said in the sincerest voice he had.
Duncan could hear the shrug. "What're friends for?" Joe responded
jokingly. Joe voice changed slightly as the seriousness crept into
it, "You take care now, Mac."
"Bye, Joe," Duncan reply, "and I will." When the phoned
clicked signaling that the Joe had hang up, Duncan could not help
but feel that it was an omen of things to come. Shrugging off the
mood, Duncan headed back to the shower stall and started it back
up.
*****
Wednesday, morning
Duncan's Barge, Paris
Duncan woke up feeling a little uneasy. Joe words about Kalas
resounded in his head, "He's as good as your are. Maybe better."
Duncan did not participate in the Game like his clansman Connor
did. Duncan tried to staying out of the Game as much as possible.
He did not see the Game like Connor did. He did not think the Game
was Connor's "War of Good against Evil" not something as grand as
that. True there was some truly Evil Immortals in the world that
Connor and himself had removed from the Game but Duncan just didn't
see that way. Still he knew it would never be over until only one
of the Immortals remained and until then he was a part of the Game
even if he would rather not be a part of it. Making sure that he
had his sword with himself Duncan stepped out to do some grocery
shopping.
While shopping for some food Duncan thought he saw Kalas out
of his eyes but he did not feel the Buzz of another Immortal around
so it must have been his imagination getting the better of him.
Duncan could not however shake the feeling he was being watched.
From a Warrior's instincts he knew that who ever was watching him
did not have evil intentions towards him. /Probably just a
Watcher,/ Duncan thought. Duncan knew that Joe was safe back in the
States with him in Paris. /At least, you think Joe will stay in
Paris and have another Watcher watch you in Paris,/ thought Duncan.
Once he had all the items he wanted he headed back to the
barge. As he got closer to the barge Duncan began feeling the Buzz.
Duncan began looking around for Kalas. He had not ever realized
that he had set the groceries down and drawn his sword until Richie
appeared from the barge saying, "Woah, Mac, it's just me." Feeling
slightly foolish Duncan put back his sword as Richie got some of
the bags from the ground. "What's the problem, Mac?" Richie asked
curiously. "It's nothing I can't handle, Richie," Duncan said a
little to fast as he realized Richie was looking at him funny. "Ok,
Mac, you'll tell me when you're ready," responded Richie. Before
Duncan could ask why he was here Richie told he that he had a race
tomorrow and he would like to have him there. "For luck, you
understand, Mac," finished Richie. "We'll see, Richie, I have a few
things to do tomorrow," Duncan said. Richie looked so much like a
puppy that had been told no that Duncan thought about reconsidering
but the thought that Kalas was out there somewhere waiting for him
made him stick with his original plan. Duncan would become the
Hunter now. He would bring the battle to Kalas instead of Kalas
having the advantage of finding him.
*****
Thursday, afternoon
Another Racing Track, Paris
Although Richie was not superstitious he would have felt
better if Duncan was watching him. Still he did the final check to
his bike both because he wanted to check over everything himself,
/Mako's Quickening again,/ he thought and to make sure the other
racer had not tempered with it not that they would but why take the
chance. As he approached the starting line he gave his teammates a
smile which Basil Dornin turned a little pale. /I can't imagine
why. After all, I'm not going to *do* anything to him even if he
knows I have a sword and that I know how to use it,/ thought Richie
evilly. As the race was about to start Richie noticed that the
racer that almost beat him for first place from the last race was
positioned next to him and that the racer, whose name he meant to
find out, gave him the thumbs up in a true professional manner
which Richie returned with a cheerful smile.
Once again Richie found himself racing head-to-head with the
mysterious racer. The place between first and second place was only
a foot apart with the position changing as the race went on. Richie
could not help but feel that the race existed solely between him
and the other racer. But as the laps began to pile up the race for
Richie was simply the need to cross the finish line as soon as he
could. Only part of his mind knew that the mysterious racer was
behind him as he headed towards the final stretch. Richie felt so
free as he drove his bike that he was half way tempted to continue
after crossing the finish line. Instead he stopped at the crew
area, got off his bike reluctantly, and tried to slow down his
breathing. He had been so lost in the race that he had not
remembered if there was anyone head of him as he crossed the line.
Only after he got himself back under control did he realized that
he had won the race.
After most of the team congratulated him on another win, he
headed to the changing area to change into some more comfortable
clothes. As he was heading that way the mysterious rider, that had
for two races now had come close to beating him, was coming up to
meet him. As the rider approached Richie could not help think that
the rider was a kid younger than himself. When the rider finally
took off his helmet Richie was in for a surprise. The boy Richie
thought of was in fact a girl with shoulder-length hair. /Wow,/ was
the only thought Richie could thinking of. "You were great out
there!" the girl said in a voice that told Richie that the girl was
really a woman in her early twenties like himself. "Thanks," was
only Richie could think of to respond with. "Debrah Nrya," she said
while sticking out her hand to shake. Taking her hand in his and
bending slightly like a gentleman to kiss her hand Richie said,
"Richie Ryan, at your service mademoiselle." Debrah just laughed,
with a smile on her face Debrah said, "I'll beat you next time
Richie Ryan." With an equal smile on his face Richie said, "We'll
see."
*****
Thursday, early evening
Racing Track, Paris
After changing Richie headed to get his bike he where he had
left it in the parking lot. Most of the people, those who came to
see the race and those who raced, had already left. Just as he
could see his bike Richie noticed that there was a tall person
waiting for him. From the Buzz Richie knew the person was Immortal.
But it was not until he got closer did he realized the Immortal was
Kalas not Duncan as he had first thought. Duncan had not told
Richie much about Kalas except to run in the other direction if he
ever saw him. Which Richie felt was very good advice at the moment.
Richie ran like the Devil herself was after him. /Which is possibly
close to the truth,/ thought Richie as he ran. /Kalas had just
about beaten Mac in all but removing his head,/ came the thought
that Richie tried to avoid. He especially wished to avoid the next
thought that surfaced but couldn't, /What chance do I have?/
So caught up in his thoughts was Richie that he didn't noticed
that he had ran right into a blind alley away from the tracks. He
was trapped. "What are you going to do now, cub?" came Kalas's
broken voice. /All that left is to fight,/ thought Richie. /Time to
see if I learned anything,/ so thinking Richie stepped into the
ready position Duncan had shown him. Kalas could only smile as the
cub tried to look threatening. "When MacLeod finds out I killed his
cub. It will be another stake into his heart," Kalas said
confidently. Richie knew his only hope was to do the unexpected so
he put the idea into practice by attacking Kalas. Kalas was
surprised but he was able to deflect the blow barely. Some part of
Richie, either himself, Duncan's training, or Mako's Quickening,
knew that Richie had to press his advantage at least until he had
room to escape. It angered him that Mac told him to run if he ever
encounter Kalas but Richie knew the best block is not to be in the
way of the punch. Richie managed to strike Kalas's left side and
the blow was deep enough to draw blood. Richie was surprised that
he was actually holding his own. The fact surprised both of them.
Still he knew the longer he fought the more tired he would became.
Richie was using a lot of his energies to press Kalas while Kalas
was conserving his energies in order to wear Richie out.
Richie knew he was getting tired and that was bad thing in a
fight. Needing a diversion Richie maneuvered Kalas so that he was
in front of a broken bench that someone was throwing away. With a
thrust of his sword and a push from his free hand, Kalas went down.
Richie took the time to get away from Kalas so he could rest. As he
left the alley he could baring hear Kalas's voice saying, "I'll get
you, cub." Richie knew Kalas might just to do that. Richie only
thought was to rest up on Holy Ground and hope Kalas would go away.
/Not a real grown-up thought there, Richie,/ he admonished himself.
It took Richie a moment to realized that he could still feel Kalas.
/My G*d,/ thought Richie, /he's following me. He must be really mad
at Mac./ Within a few blocks Richie could hear Kalas's footstep
catching up to him. As Kalas got within a few feet Kalas made a
jump for Richie. Only Richie's street-smarts saved him as he dodged
Kalas's tackle. Richie had no choice but move into another side-
street to make a final stand.
Richie thought he saw someone watch them as they moved into
the side-alley but he dismissed the idea in favor of concentrating
solely on Kalas. The stranger had in fact been Watching Kalas
chasing Richie for a few minutes now after identifying Kalas as an
Immortal. The stranger could hear sword striking sword in the
alley. He had tried to watch the fight but the lighting was poor,
so he tried to move closer to the action, and has he moved closer
the sounds of battle lessen instead of increase as he got closer.
He could heard the sound of a sword shattering. Whats more he
could not differentiate which combatant was which in the dark.
After a moment the Watcher heard nothing. So he tried to enter the
alley but bolts of lightning struck out from the alley that barely
missing him. Once the lightning show was over the Watcher went into
the alley to see who lost. The Watcher could barely tell that a
Quickening had been released there if he had not seen it himself
and to add to his confuse when he went into the allet he could not
find the body that the former Quickening belonged to.
=== End of Part 2 ===
or
"A Fanfic of Highlander: The Series"
by Shaule Sachs
This is a work of fiction. This work is not meant to infringe
on the Highlander copyrights and other things. It is written solely
for the therapeutic release of the author and enjoyment of others.
Any similarities between this and real life is pure coincidence.
-----------------------------------------------------------------
--- Part 2 ---
Tuesday, evening
Duncan's Barge, Paris
Duncan had just gotten back from celebrating with Richie. When
he got inside the barge, he stripped off his clothes and went
towards the shower stall to take a shower before bed. /A nice
relaxing shower is what I need,/ thought Duncan. Just as he was to
step into the shower after carefully adjusting the temperature the
phone rang. Taking a towel to cover himself as he shut off the
shower he walked towards the offending phone. /You always starting
ringing when ever I get the shower just *right*,/ thought Duncan
evilly at the phone. Snatching the phone from its base Duncan said,
"Hello."
"Kalas is out of jail, Mac," came the voice on the other end
of the line. Duncan knew that the voice belonged to Joe Dawson and
he was troubled. "What happened," asked Duncan in a strained voice.
"I don't have all the details yet but there was a prison riot where
Kalas was being kept," replied Joe. Joe told Duncan what happen.
Apparently, some of the new inmates tried to escape Monday
afternoon. In the confusion, Kalas was shot, presumed 'killed' and
was placed in the morgue. It was simple for him to leave from the
morgue since the prison doctor had declared him dead, which if he
was mortal he would have been. Joe added that a Watcher had spotted
Kalas this afternoon but lost him five minutes later. "Where was he
spotted, Joe?" asked Duncan. "By the bar that he owned," came the
reply. "Thanks Joe," Duncan said in the sincerest voice he had.
Duncan could hear the shrug. "What're friends for?" Joe responded
jokingly. Joe voice changed slightly as the seriousness crept into
it, "You take care now, Mac."
"Bye, Joe," Duncan reply, "and I will." When the phoned
clicked signaling that the Joe had hang up, Duncan could not help
but feel that it was an omen of things to come. Shrugging off the
mood, Duncan headed back to the shower stall and started it back
up.
*****
Wednesday, morning
Duncan's Barge, Paris
Duncan woke up feeling a little uneasy. Joe words about Kalas
resounded in his head, "He's as good as your are. Maybe better."
Duncan did not participate in the Game like his clansman Connor
did. Duncan tried to staying out of the Game as much as possible.
He did not see the Game like Connor did. He did not think the Game
was Connor's "War of Good against Evil" not something as grand as
that. True there was some truly Evil Immortals in the world that
Connor and himself had removed from the Game but Duncan just didn't
see that way. Still he knew it would never be over until only one
of the Immortals remained and until then he was a part of the Game
even if he would rather not be a part of it. Making sure that he
had his sword with himself Duncan stepped out to do some grocery
shopping.
While shopping for some food Duncan thought he saw Kalas out
of his eyes but he did not feel the Buzz of another Immortal around
so it must have been his imagination getting the better of him.
Duncan could not however shake the feeling he was being watched.
From a Warrior's instincts he knew that who ever was watching him
did not have evil intentions towards him. /Probably just a
Watcher,/ Duncan thought. Duncan knew that Joe was safe back in the
States with him in Paris. /At least, you think Joe will stay in
Paris and have another Watcher watch you in Paris,/ thought Duncan.
Once he had all the items he wanted he headed back to the
barge. As he got closer to the barge Duncan began feeling the Buzz.
Duncan began looking around for Kalas. He had not ever realized
that he had set the groceries down and drawn his sword until Richie
appeared from the barge saying, "Woah, Mac, it's just me." Feeling
slightly foolish Duncan put back his sword as Richie got some of
the bags from the ground. "What's the problem, Mac?" Richie asked
curiously. "It's nothing I can't handle, Richie," Duncan said a
little to fast as he realized Richie was looking at him funny. "Ok,
Mac, you'll tell me when you're ready," responded Richie. Before
Duncan could ask why he was here Richie told he that he had a race
tomorrow and he would like to have him there. "For luck, you
understand, Mac," finished Richie. "We'll see, Richie, I have a few
things to do tomorrow," Duncan said. Richie looked so much like a
puppy that had been told no that Duncan thought about reconsidering
but the thought that Kalas was out there somewhere waiting for him
made him stick with his original plan. Duncan would become the
Hunter now. He would bring the battle to Kalas instead of Kalas
having the advantage of finding him.
*****
Thursday, afternoon
Another Racing Track, Paris
Although Richie was not superstitious he would have felt
better if Duncan was watching him. Still he did the final check to
his bike both because he wanted to check over everything himself,
/Mako's Quickening again,/ he thought and to make sure the other
racer had not tempered with it not that they would but why take the
chance. As he approached the starting line he gave his teammates a
smile which Basil Dornin turned a little pale. /I can't imagine
why. After all, I'm not going to *do* anything to him even if he
knows I have a sword and that I know how to use it,/ thought Richie
evilly. As the race was about to start Richie noticed that the
racer that almost beat him for first place from the last race was
positioned next to him and that the racer, whose name he meant to
find out, gave him the thumbs up in a true professional manner
which Richie returned with a cheerful smile.
Once again Richie found himself racing head-to-head with the
mysterious racer. The place between first and second place was only
a foot apart with the position changing as the race went on. Richie
could not help but feel that the race existed solely between him
and the other racer. But as the laps began to pile up the race for
Richie was simply the need to cross the finish line as soon as he
could. Only part of his mind knew that the mysterious racer was
behind him as he headed towards the final stretch. Richie felt so
free as he drove his bike that he was half way tempted to continue
after crossing the finish line. Instead he stopped at the crew
area, got off his bike reluctantly, and tried to slow down his
breathing. He had been so lost in the race that he had not
remembered if there was anyone head of him as he crossed the line.
Only after he got himself back under control did he realized that
he had won the race.
After most of the team congratulated him on another win, he
headed to the changing area to change into some more comfortable
clothes. As he was heading that way the mysterious rider, that had
for two races now had come close to beating him, was coming up to
meet him. As the rider approached Richie could not help think that
the rider was a kid younger than himself. When the rider finally
took off his helmet Richie was in for a surprise. The boy Richie
thought of was in fact a girl with shoulder-length hair. /Wow,/ was
the only thought Richie could thinking of. "You were great out
there!" the girl said in a voice that told Richie that the girl was
really a woman in her early twenties like himself. "Thanks," was
only Richie could think of to respond with. "Debrah Nrya," she said
while sticking out her hand to shake. Taking her hand in his and
bending slightly like a gentleman to kiss her hand Richie said,
"Richie Ryan, at your service mademoiselle." Debrah just laughed,
with a smile on her face Debrah said, "I'll beat you next time
Richie Ryan." With an equal smile on his face Richie said, "We'll
see."
*****
Thursday, early evening
Racing Track, Paris
After changing Richie headed to get his bike he where he had
left it in the parking lot. Most of the people, those who came to
see the race and those who raced, had already left. Just as he
could see his bike Richie noticed that there was a tall person
waiting for him. From the Buzz Richie knew the person was Immortal.
But it was not until he got closer did he realized the Immortal was
Kalas not Duncan as he had first thought. Duncan had not told
Richie much about Kalas except to run in the other direction if he
ever saw him. Which Richie felt was very good advice at the moment.
Richie ran like the Devil herself was after him. /Which is possibly
close to the truth,/ thought Richie as he ran. /Kalas had just
about beaten Mac in all but removing his head,/ came the thought
that Richie tried to avoid. He especially wished to avoid the next
thought that surfaced but couldn't, /What chance do I have?/
So caught up in his thoughts was Richie that he didn't noticed
that he had ran right into a blind alley away from the tracks. He
was trapped. "What are you going to do now, cub?" came Kalas's
broken voice. /All that left is to fight,/ thought Richie. /Time to
see if I learned anything,/ so thinking Richie stepped into the
ready position Duncan had shown him. Kalas could only smile as the
cub tried to look threatening. "When MacLeod finds out I killed his
cub. It will be another stake into his heart," Kalas said
confidently. Richie knew his only hope was to do the unexpected so
he put the idea into practice by attacking Kalas. Kalas was
surprised but he was able to deflect the blow barely. Some part of
Richie, either himself, Duncan's training, or Mako's Quickening,
knew that Richie had to press his advantage at least until he had
room to escape. It angered him that Mac told him to run if he ever
encounter Kalas but Richie knew the best block is not to be in the
way of the punch. Richie managed to strike Kalas's left side and
the blow was deep enough to draw blood. Richie was surprised that
he was actually holding his own. The fact surprised both of them.
Still he knew the longer he fought the more tired he would became.
Richie was using a lot of his energies to press Kalas while Kalas
was conserving his energies in order to wear Richie out.
Richie knew he was getting tired and that was bad thing in a
fight. Needing a diversion Richie maneuvered Kalas so that he was
in front of a broken bench that someone was throwing away. With a
thrust of his sword and a push from his free hand, Kalas went down.
Richie took the time to get away from Kalas so he could rest. As he
left the alley he could baring hear Kalas's voice saying, "I'll get
you, cub." Richie knew Kalas might just to do that. Richie only
thought was to rest up on Holy Ground and hope Kalas would go away.
/Not a real grown-up thought there, Richie,/ he admonished himself.
It took Richie a moment to realized that he could still feel Kalas.
/My G*d,/ thought Richie, /he's following me. He must be really mad
at Mac./ Within a few blocks Richie could hear Kalas's footstep
catching up to him. As Kalas got within a few feet Kalas made a
jump for Richie. Only Richie's street-smarts saved him as he dodged
Kalas's tackle. Richie had no choice but move into another side-
street to make a final stand.
Richie thought he saw someone watch them as they moved into
the side-alley but he dismissed the idea in favor of concentrating
solely on Kalas. The stranger had in fact been Watching Kalas
chasing Richie for a few minutes now after identifying Kalas as an
Immortal. The stranger could hear sword striking sword in the
alley. He had tried to watch the fight but the lighting was poor,
so he tried to move closer to the action, and has he moved closer
the sounds of battle lessen instead of increase as he got closer.
He could heard the sound of a sword shattering. Whats more he
could not differentiate which combatant was which in the dark.
After a moment the Watcher heard nothing. So he tried to enter the
alley but bolts of lightning struck out from the alley that barely
missing him. Once the lightning show was over the Watcher went into
the alley to see who lost. The Watcher could barely tell that a
Quickening had been released there if he had not seen it himself
and to add to his confuse when he went into the allet he could not
find the body that the former Quickening belonged to.
=== End of Part 2 ===
