Hey sorry that it took so long, I was having trouble thinking about what to do next in my story. I never expected so many people to like it. Well as you all know I don't own the Witchblade characters, but I can still dream right? Raven, however, is mine so if you want to borrow her, just ask and I consider it. Enjoy and please review.

Warning: Ian abuse (I didn't want to do it, honestly it was Kenny's idea, he made me do it).

One's Will

Irons was sitting in his nice peaceful office when… 'BANG' Sara Pezzini comes barging in. She marched up to his desk and slammed her hands down on it.

            "Hello Sara, it's nice to see you," Irons said pleasantly.

            "Raven Cole, who is she and why is she following me; and don't give me that run-around bull shit. I want an answer and I want it now!"

Irons sat back in his chair with a cold calculating expression on his face.

            " How do you know Raven?"

            "Nottingham, now who is she and why is shadowing me?"

            "I don't know what you're talking about."

The Witchblade changed into the Gauntlet, sword and all. Sara brought the tip of the sword up to Kenneth's neck.

            "Wrong answer, want to try again?"

Irons seemed thoughtful for a moment (that's a laugh) before responding, "Raven is an employee of mine, much like Ian. I adopted them both and raised them. Raven was special though, she had a gift of sorts."

Sara put pressure on his neck causing a trickle of blood to drip down his throat and stain his shirt.

            "A gift, what kind of gift?"

            "She is able to move things without touching them, she can read people's thoughts, and she can communicate with people without speaking."

            "What like some kind of psychic?"

            "No, she's telepathic and telekinetic."

Sara looked unconvinced until she heard a faint whisper in her head,

            'It's the truth Sara, don't you trust your own mind?'

Sara started to search the room until her eyes fell upon a figure in the corner of the room shrouded in shadows. The figure stepped forward to reveal the same woman Sara had seen in the picture. Their eyes met in silent communication. Sara withdrew the Witchblade (DAMN!), which went back to looking like an innocent bracelet. But upon closer inspection you could see the turmoil swirling in a cloud of crimson stone.

            "So you're Raven."

The woman bowed, "At your service Sara."

Sara snorted, "Why are you following me?"

Irons answered, "For your protection Sara, I've had Ian reassigned."

            "Yeah, well I don't need anyone's protection. So you can call off your lab rat."

            'Careful Sara, I'm not as tolerant as Ian. It would be wise not to call me that again.'

Sara glared at Raven, giving her a challenging look.

            'Another time Sara, we wouldn't want Kenny to get the satisfaction of us fighting. The bastard might get off on it.'

Raven smirked, while Sara grinned at that analogy. Sara may have misjudged Raven; she seems to hate Irons as much as she does.

            "If that will be all Detective, I have work to do. So if you please…"

Raven frowned playfully, "Now don't be so rude Kenny, Sara is a guest. How would you like to have dinner with me Sara?"

Sara smiled at how Kenneth's face soured at Raven's invitation, "Sure Raven, how does Italian sound? I know this great restaurant about a mile from here."

            "Sounds delightful, shall we? Oh Kenny, don't wait up…"

Raven and Sara departed, arms interlocked, leaving behind a fuming Irons. Irons punched the intercom button,

            "Get Ian in here, I wish to speak with him."

***

After dinner Sara invited Raven to have a drink, but Raven declined,

            "I must be getting back, I can't leave Kenny alone too long; the house hasn't been properly child-proofed yet."

Laughter escaped Sara, not the first time that night. They had been trading stories and jokes all throughout dinner. Sara wiped the tears from her eyes; "I'll see you later."

            "Only if I want you to."

With that said Raven left. As Raven walked into the mansion a wave of terror and hatred hit her. Raven ran to Kenneth's office and found Ian on the floor. Blood covered him from head to toe, cuts decorated his body in a gruesome design. Standing over Ian's mutilated body was Irons with a cat-of-nine-tails (it is a type of whip with nine tails, hence the name) that he was whipping Ian with. Even though no sound left Ian's lips, his tortured cries echoed unendingly in Raven's mind. Irons, who had not yet noticed Raven's presence, started screaming obscenities at the torn body of his 'poetic warrior.'

            "What did you think you were doing! Talking to Sara was strictly forbidden! You are no longer in charge of her protection! I will not allow you to disobey me again Ian, I will beat you until you understand this or until you're dead!"

            "Not on my watch!" screamed Raven as she mentally attacked Irons until she had him withering on the floor like the pathetic snake he is. Deciding that he wasn't worth her time she knocked him unconscious with a psychic blast. After giving Kenneth's prone body a swift kick in the gut (THAT'S RIGHT, KICK THE BASTARD!) Raven ran to Ian's side. After making sure that Ian was still alive, Raven reached out to him with her mind.

            'Ian…Ian answer me.'

            '…'

            'Ian… Dragon answer me!'

            'Birdie?'

            'Yes Dragon, it's Birdie, listen to me, I need you to wake up. You've lost a lot of blood and I'm afraid that if you go to sleep you'll slip into a coma.'

            'It hurts Birdie.'

            'I know Dragon, but I'm going to bring you to Lady Sara's apartment and we'll take care of you, but I need you stay awake for me. Can you do that Dragon?'

            'Yes Birdie, I can do that.'

            'That's my good little Dragon. Now open your eyes and look into mine.'

Ian's eyes snapped open and he starred into Raven's warm black eyes.

            'That's a good boy, now I want you to concentrate on looking at me, never take your eyes off me and whatever you do don't fall asleep.'

Raven lifted his broken body gently. She used her telekinetic powers to support his weight and used her hands to guide him out of the mansion and into the backseat of a car. After making sure that he was going to stay awake, Raven went back into the mansion to get them some basic necessities, all the while keeping contact with Ian in her mind. She stuffed the bags into the trunk of the car and drove like a bat out of hell all the way to Sara's apartment.

***

Sara awoke to a loud banging, which she realized was actually knocking. Someone was at her door knocking like his or her life depended on it (in a way it does). After realizing that the person wasn't going stop Sara crawled out of bed. Growling to herself Sara opened the door.

            "Someone had better be dead—"

What awaited Sara at the door was not something that she ever thought she'd see. Raven was there, holding what looked like Ian, but Sara couldn't be sure because of all the gore.

            "Do you mind if we stay here Sara? All the hotels were booked."

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Well I hope you like it, I'm sorry about all the Ian abuse, but it had to be done. Forgive me…umm please. Review and tell me what you think, good or bad I don't mind.