Chapter 10: Who Can You Trust?
The door to Irons office slide open. He turned to see Mr. Big standing in it nearly covering the doorframe with his huge body. Irons started to speak as Mr. Big pointed a gun at Irons and fired. Irons felt the metal pierce his skin. A numbing sensation rushed through his body as he fell to the floor. Big had used the paralyzing drug on him. How could he have let this happen? He lay on the floor looking at the ceiling fan spinning. Big's form moved over him covering the light. All Irons could see was a fuzzy silhouette. "You're probably wondering why I double crossed you." Big's mouth curved in a sinister smile. "Well, let me explain, from the beginning." He pulled up one of Irons' chairs and sat above his fallen victim. "It's a long story, but then you're not going anywhere." Laughter filled the air. Big's laughter was like the rumbling of thunder. "The day you fired me, you had me followed." He leaned over Irons and looked at him with anger in his eyes. "Did you think I wouldn't know? You trained me better than that. I could always tell when I was being followed. I led your man on a wild goose chase and cornered him in an alley. You should've seen it. He begged for his life!" Laughter filled the air again. "I broke his scrawny neck with my fingers!! Did you actually think that he'd kill me?!" Big's face looked hurt, "You hurt me, Irons. I had always thought that you liked me. I had always liked you." Irons wished that he could talk. He could talk his way out of this situation, but he couldn't now. "I only came back to help you kill this, Constance, so that you would maybe take me back as your bodyguard. But then as I entered the room, there was that Nottingham guy!! Trying to kill you. I thought for sure if I saved you that you would take me back, but NO!!" His voice shook the room. "You kept him. A man that wanted you dead, you kept as your bodyguard. So, I decided if I couldn't have you that no one could. You're going to die Irons. A very painful death. But first I have to get Nottingham and Constance here, so that they can go too." Big pulled the Witchblade out of his jacket. Irons felt his stomach churn. Big had attacked Sara! Did he kill her? Irons breathing became heavier as he began to panic. "Oh, so you recognize this bracelet. Looks different from the one Dominique wore, but of course, you taught me that it takes different forms for each blade wielder." He studied it closely let the cool metal touch his face. "I can still feel its power." He lifted his finger-less hand and stared at it. "You did this to me, not the Witchblade. The Witchblade loves me." He caressed his neck and cheek with the bracelet. "I'm going to use it to lure them to a warehouse tonight. It's actually a very good plan. Quite ingenious, but then again you probably wouldn't think so. You never thought that I was very smart. Well, I'm smarter than you think!" He got up out of his chair and kicked Irons. The pain shot through Irons body as he rolled across the room. Big walked over to Irons body and picked him up by the collar and raised him up so he could look him in the eyes, "There's only one more part of my plan that needs to be done. That's why I'm here, because it involves you." Big dropped irons to the floor still holding his collar and drug him across the floor as he started to walk out of the room. Big kept talking, "I need you to show me how to make the Witchblade make a dream that they will all see." Big stopped and looked at Irons again, "I know what you're thinking, no one can be hurt by their dreams. Well that's why I stole the Witchblade, because with its help we'll make the dream REAL!" Big dropped Irons again and walked out the door, "Lets get started shall we." Big walked down the hall and disappeared around the corner.
Sara had finished eating her all-egg breakfast and was leaning against the brick wall watching the man. He moved towards her with a blanket. "Here, I could tell that you were cold. You need to rest, you might have a concussion."
Sara grabbed his arm, "Who are you?"
He looked at her calmly and released her grip from his arm. "I'll tell you all in due time." She tried to move and got dizzy. She surrendered to the wall again, closing her eyes. A vision swept over her...
She was standing in a dark room mirrors surrounded her. She was wearing the Witchblade the blade was drawn. She felt danger all around her. The room flashed with an eerie light. Sara saw a figure moving in front of her. FLASH! The figure moved closer. Sara felt fear welling up inside of her. She moved slowly forward to meet her incoming foe. FLASH! The figure was right in front of her. FLASH! Sara stepped backwards when she saw who it was. FLASH! Ian stood in front of her anger filled his face. He was dressed in full armor, sword drawn! He saw her! FLASH! He charged her! She charged him. FLASH! Her blade pierced his images. CRASH! The mirror shattered. It had been a reflection! She felt cold metal pass through her body from behind. The metal left her as she turned around holding her dripping wound. FLASH! Ian stood before her in warrior stance. He glared at her hatred filled his face. She felt herself dying as she fell to the ground. He stood over her and lifted his sword. It came blazing towards her throat. FLASH!
Sara jerked upwards with a yell. The man ran to her side and tried to calm her. It had been a dream!! But why would Ian want to kill her? What did it all mean? She shook as the man helped her lean against the wall again. She was in shock. She couldn't get rid of the knot in her stomach. All she could say was, why, for the next half-hour.
