Eli: Hi! I was pleaded for more, so here we are. I'm easily manipulated.
Here's chap.2
The time has moved to the end of "Destiny" with Irons dying.
Both Ian and Sara were surprised at Irons sacrifice. How willingly he stepped toward her. Ian didn't know what to feel. Relief, pain, lonely, free? He caught Irons body as he fell. All that he knew was gone. Sorrowfully, he turned to Sara. "We are enemies now, Sara." "We were never friends." Sara turned and left, but just before she closed the door behind her, she heard Ian say
"Weren't we, Sara?"
She slammed the door in response.
-That night-
Ian's words had left her confused. "Weren't we, Sara?" She repeated the words in her head over and over again. "What the hell did he mean?!" She paced her room restlessly. She was too worked up and annoyed to sleep. "This man tried to kill me and now he says we were friends!? I don't get any of this!" She felt the witchblade burn on her wrist. "What now?!" Suddenly, a piece of folded paper that was lying on her night stand caught her attention. She picked it up and opened it. It was the note she had found in her pocket the day she found the witchblade. She re-read the message under the black dragon. "A promise is a promise? What promise? I don't remember any promise." With that said, the witchblade instantly flashed before her parts of the past.
She could see a little boy dressed in black standing before her. Except she was younger, a lot younger. She could only hear part of their conversation.
"Do you want to be my friend, Ian?"
"Yes, I do. And you can be my friend."
"Can you draw me a dragon like that?"
"Yes, I could. I will draw you one at my house and then give it to you next time we meet. Is that okay?"
The vision changed to a talk with her father in the car.
"I made a friend today!" Sara said cheerfully to her Dad. "That's great, honey. What's her name?" "It's a boy, Dad. His name is Ian." "That's cute. So what does your little boyfriend look like?" "He's not my boyfriend and you know what he looks like." "I do?" "Yeah, he was at that shop today. I think you had your business with his Dad." James Pezzini looked at his daughter. "The little kid in black is your friend?" She nodded. "Uh huh." "Um...Sara, listen to me. This boy." "Ian." "Ian. His father is a very bad man. He hurts people, and Ian is going to grow up to be just like him. And I don't want you around bad people." "I know you don't, but you don't have to worry. Ian is a good person. He didn't try to hurt me and I know he won't grow up to be like his dad. He's different, like me." "Your special, Sara, not different. He may be good now, but he won't be when he grows up. Even now, he's probably as bad as his father. So. I forbid you to. be his friend." "But." Sara's dad began to lose his temper. "No buts! As long as you are under my roof, you can not play with him, you can not talk to him, and you can not be his friend! Understood?" "Yes, Dad." Sara was in tears. "Hey." He put his arm around her. "You'll have other friends. Trust me on this."
The vision faded in to another one of her at home talking on the phone.
"My Dad said I'm not allowed to talk to you."
"Why?"
"Because he said you're as bad as your dad is."
"But I am not! I am not like him!"
"How will we know where each other are?"
"I promise that as soon as I can, I will find you. No matter where you are on this earth, I will find you. That is a promise, okay?"
"Okay, I have to go now."
"Me too. Good-bye, Sara, don't forget."
"I won't. Good-bye, Ian."
The visions totally blacked out. Then she could see Ian, as he was then, stepping out of the darkness. He spoke to her.
"Did you forget me, Sara?"
She didn't answer. "Sara? Sara? Sara?" He repeated her name over and over again. Each time he faded away and his voice became lower. Sara felt like someone was shaking her. Finally, she opened her eyes. Ian stood before her and was relieved to see her respond.
"Sara, are you okay? What did the witchblade show you?"
"It showed me you." Sara held up the picture. "That little boy, that was you?"
He nodded. "Yes, Sara, it was me. I kept my promise."
"Yes, you did. But...why now?"
He remained silent. Sara asked again.
"Why now?"
He shook his head and then turned to leave. Sara grabbed him by the arm.
"No. We have to talk."
Both Ian and Sara were surprised at Irons sacrifice. How willingly he stepped toward her. Ian didn't know what to feel. Relief, pain, lonely, free? He caught Irons body as he fell. All that he knew was gone. Sorrowfully, he turned to Sara. "We are enemies now, Sara." "We were never friends." Sara turned and left, but just before she closed the door behind her, she heard Ian say
"Weren't we, Sara?"
She slammed the door in response.
-That night-
Ian's words had left her confused. "Weren't we, Sara?" She repeated the words in her head over and over again. "What the hell did he mean?!" She paced her room restlessly. She was too worked up and annoyed to sleep. "This man tried to kill me and now he says we were friends!? I don't get any of this!" She felt the witchblade burn on her wrist. "What now?!" Suddenly, a piece of folded paper that was lying on her night stand caught her attention. She picked it up and opened it. It was the note she had found in her pocket the day she found the witchblade. She re-read the message under the black dragon. "A promise is a promise? What promise? I don't remember any promise." With that said, the witchblade instantly flashed before her parts of the past.
She could see a little boy dressed in black standing before her. Except she was younger, a lot younger. She could only hear part of their conversation.
"Do you want to be my friend, Ian?"
"Yes, I do. And you can be my friend."
"Can you draw me a dragon like that?"
"Yes, I could. I will draw you one at my house and then give it to you next time we meet. Is that okay?"
The vision changed to a talk with her father in the car.
"I made a friend today!" Sara said cheerfully to her Dad. "That's great, honey. What's her name?" "It's a boy, Dad. His name is Ian." "That's cute. So what does your little boyfriend look like?" "He's not my boyfriend and you know what he looks like." "I do?" "Yeah, he was at that shop today. I think you had your business with his Dad." James Pezzini looked at his daughter. "The little kid in black is your friend?" She nodded. "Uh huh." "Um...Sara, listen to me. This boy." "Ian." "Ian. His father is a very bad man. He hurts people, and Ian is going to grow up to be just like him. And I don't want you around bad people." "I know you don't, but you don't have to worry. Ian is a good person. He didn't try to hurt me and I know he won't grow up to be like his dad. He's different, like me." "Your special, Sara, not different. He may be good now, but he won't be when he grows up. Even now, he's probably as bad as his father. So. I forbid you to. be his friend." "But." Sara's dad began to lose his temper. "No buts! As long as you are under my roof, you can not play with him, you can not talk to him, and you can not be his friend! Understood?" "Yes, Dad." Sara was in tears. "Hey." He put his arm around her. "You'll have other friends. Trust me on this."
The vision faded in to another one of her at home talking on the phone.
"My Dad said I'm not allowed to talk to you."
"Why?"
"Because he said you're as bad as your dad is."
"But I am not! I am not like him!"
"How will we know where each other are?"
"I promise that as soon as I can, I will find you. No matter where you are on this earth, I will find you. That is a promise, okay?"
"Okay, I have to go now."
"Me too. Good-bye, Sara, don't forget."
"I won't. Good-bye, Ian."
The visions totally blacked out. Then she could see Ian, as he was then, stepping out of the darkness. He spoke to her.
"Did you forget me, Sara?"
She didn't answer. "Sara? Sara? Sara?" He repeated her name over and over again. Each time he faded away and his voice became lower. Sara felt like someone was shaking her. Finally, she opened her eyes. Ian stood before her and was relieved to see her respond.
"Sara, are you okay? What did the witchblade show you?"
"It showed me you." Sara held up the picture. "That little boy, that was you?"
He nodded. "Yes, Sara, it was me. I kept my promise."
"Yes, you did. But...why now?"
He remained silent. Sara asked again.
"Why now?"
He shook his head and then turned to leave. Sara grabbed him by the arm.
"No. We have to talk."