The Blood of Brotherhood by Merrie Thomas Part IV
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim to own Methos, Kronos, MacLeod, Amanda, Joe, Cassandra or any other characters from Highlander. If I did own them, I would be making new episodes instead of writing fan fiction in place of new episodes. Oh well. (sigh)
Summary: Methos and Kronos were brothers. In arms, in blood, in everything except birth. What exactly does this mean for Immortals?
Characters: DM, J, M, A, C, K, Valerie Viscount OFC, Allorem OFC
Author's Note: This is an alternate-universe story based around the events of Comes A Horseman and Revelations 6:8, WARNING if you don't wish to read about a Kronos romance, you may still read this story, but you won't like parts of it. Also, I live in the Midwest and I have traveled few places in my life, so I took some liberty and made some stuff up about the cities mentioned here. Please post reviews!! Thank you!!!
Rating: This story is rated PG-13 for language and violence.
Chapter Four
Kronos raced through the halls of the hospital, not wanting to be caught when the doctors realized the full potential of having and studying someone with a MRI like his. He had dealt with such doctors before, as he was sure every Immortal had at least once in his or her lifetime. Mortals simply had to control anything they didn't immediately understand because of their fear of it. It was one of their greatest weaknesses. Luckily for Kronos, these people who had tried to gain control over him had another debilitating weakness. They were mortal. Kronos had eventually overtaken and killed the doctor, destroying any and all knowledge that he had ever been there.
Kronos looked over at Valerie, who was trying her best not to question why she was being dragged through a hospital. She glanced over at him and noticed his stare. Kronos turned away before she could witness a reaction on his face from the absolute love and trust he had seen in her deep green eyes. He concentrated on the path ahead of them, focusing his concentration on getting them out of the hospital. After that, Kronos had to go back to the airport. He had to find Methos. He felt him faintly to the east, but he wasn't able to pinpoint his exact location for some unknown reason. Usually he was able to figure out where his brother was at all times if he simply tried to do so although he hadn't tried in a long time. Maybe the skill had left him. Kronos pondered this as he saw he had finally come to the front exit, and rushed through the doors, making his way back to the airport where he hoped the path to finding his lost brother lay.
***
Joe couldn't help but admire his two Immortal friends' ability to transport their swords in and out of any airport they went through. He wasn't entirely sure how they did it, but when he asked, all MacLeod or Amanda would say was, 'practice.' Joe wondered if the Watchers had any knowledge of their methods. Even as he pondered this, he couldn't help but wonder where they would go from here. This was the only place they knew to go to find Methos. This was supposedly where Methos' brother was. That in itself was something to be questioned. How could Methos have a brother after all these years? He couldn't have been adopted, unless Methos was some kind of Big Brother. And if that was the case, why then was Methos living in Seacouver when his supposed brother Nigel was living in Denver? And how would he know where to find Methos after he was taken? It just didn't make any sense.
"What are you thinking about, Joe? Adam?" MacLeod's voice broke into Joe's mind, a welcome distraction from the his current line of thinking.
"Not exactly, I'm more thinking about this Nigel character who Adam claims is his brother. I don't really want to think anymore about it right now, though. My mind has been going in the same circles ever since we left Seacouver."
"Yeah, mine too. Like how can he possibly know where Methos is? I suppose we'll have to wait to find out."
"You may not have to wait much longer." Amanda said, scanning the crowd.
"What do you-" MacLeod stopped abruptly as he felt the buzz of an oncoming Immortal. He quickly scanned the crowd as well, looking for the source. He locked eyes on a familiar face. He would remember those searing blue eyes anywhere even if he had not seen the long vertical scar which decorated the right one. Melvin Koren. He hadn't seen him since the late 19th century in Texas. He put his hand to the case containing his sword, and walked slowly over to him, Amanda and Joe in tow. He noticed something as he walked, though, Koren seemed to be with a young mortal woman. Perhaps she was a hostage. That resolved MacLeod all the more. Koren would be stopped, no matter what it took.
Kronos led Valerie back through the airport, not really knowing why he was taking her with him. He could simply leave her there and go on without her. Half of him encouraged that idea, while the other half cried out against it.
He pondered over this for a brief moment, and then he decided to bring her with him, rationalizing it to himself by the fact that he would need help if he was to ever find his brother again. And what would happen if he fell unconscious again in one of the little 'spells' that had plagued him ever since that long ago day when he and Methos had completed that silly little ritual? How naive they had been then. The had had no faith that it would work, so they therefore didn't imagine the consequences that would come about when it had succeeded.
He pushed these meaningless thoughts away. There was no way thinking about that time would help him find Methos now. Methos. Kronos had absolutely no idea where to look. He knew that he was in the east somewhere, but that was all. Where could he look? Methos could be any of a dozen states, or perhaps he wasn't even in the US any longer. Kronos was about to make a choice of where to go first when he felt the presence of an approaching Immortal. He put his hand to his sword case, cursing his luck. He had no time for this right now. He wouldn't run though, a Horseman never ran. He scanned the crowd for the unlucky foe who had come upon a Horseman in a hurry. He would kill whomever it was quickly and move on trying to find Methos. His eyes locked onto a familiar face. Duncan MacLeod of the bloody clan MacLeod. Damn him. If only MacLeod's mortal friends hadn't broken the rules and interfered, he wouldn't have to be doing this because MacLeod would have been dead. MacLeod walked over slowly, his hand on what looked to be a sword case. He wouldn't draw his sword in so public a place though. He looked to MacLeod's companions. One of them was an older mortal, leaning heavily on a cane. The other was a beautiful Immortal woman who was many years older than the child MacLeod. She wasn't even close his own 4000 years but he judged her to be at least 1000. 'So, the young Highlander is traveling with others to help him do his dirty work. Interesting.' Kronos thought. He had heard tales of the Highlander since their last meeting, and that didn't see to go with his boy scout-like character. Why else would he be traveling with other Immortals though? Kronos supposed he would get the chance to find out. He glanced over at Valerie, who was yet unaware of what was taking place. He really didn't have time for this.
"Koren." MacLeod grated out through clenched teeth. "We meet again, and this time, I will kill you." Kronos looked over to the mortal who seemed to be taking everything in stride. So he knew about Immortals then. Kronos threw a glance at his wrist. He noticed a small blue tattoo there. Watcher, he thought with disgust.
"We'll see about that. Traveling in a pack now, MacLeod? All the better. I will enjoy taking the lovely lady's head after I've taken yours." Kronos damned the consequences of that statement as he looked over at Valerie.
"Nigel? What's going on? Who are these people? What are you taking about? Who wants to kill you, and why did that man call you Koren? That's not your name." Kronos cursed.
"Wait a minute. Your name is Nigel?" the mortal asked with a wide eyed look.
"What of it, Watcher? It's not my real name." Kronos spit back.
"You know what I am? Wait, that's unimportant right now. Nigel what? What is your last name? MacLeod, I think this may be who we are looking for."
"What? Him? This piece of trash can't possibly be Adam's brother!"
Kronos was confused. They seemed to be arguing about something, but he didn't know what. "What are you talking about? Adam who? And why should I tell you my last name? What difference does it make what I call myself now?"
"What do you mean 'what you call yourself now? Nigel, what is going on here? Please explain this to me." Valerie pleaded with him.
Amanda looked over to the young woman clinging on to this supposedly evil Immortals' arm with fear and confusion. This woman was no hostage, as MacLeod had mumbled walking over to them. "Do you think you could help us clear up some of the confusion, dear? Could you tell us Nigel's last name?" The woman glared at her, losing any remnant of the frightened and confused young mortal Amanda had witnessed before.
"Don't call me dear, I don't even know you. And from what I've heard, your boyfriend over there wants to kill mine. Why should I tell you anything?"
Amanda shrank back a little in shock. So, the kitten had claws. "We're not trying to kill anyone, I assure you." Amanda lied through her teeth. She had become pretty good at it over the last 1000 years. She only hoped it worked. "We're only trying to find our friend. We think Nigel may be a person who knows how to find him." Amanda threw in a little truth in case her lie didn't work. "Now please, could you simply tell me his last name so we could either get his help, or be on our way?"
"Fine. His name is Nigel Kretzlich. There, happy now?" she turned to Kronos. "I'm sorry, Nigel. I had to tell them, I just want them to go away."
"I'm afraid that's impossible now, Miss." Joe said. "You see, Nigel is the person we have been looking for. He is the only one who can tell us where our friend is."
"Wait a damn minute here! What in the hell are you people talking about? How, no wait, why would I want to help you with anything? MacLeod here doesn't seem to want my help, I'm pretty sure all he wants is my head, which he isn't going to get." Kronos looked over at Valerie who was about to say something to his last statement. "Val, I promise I'll explain everything to you as soon as I get a chance."
"You'll get that chance very soon, Mr. Kretzlich. We need to go somewhere and talk. You have been named by our friend Adam Pierson before he was taken as the only person who would know where to find you. He even told us your name and where to look, although I was a bit concerned that we wouldn't be able to find you as easily as we did. Chalk one up to luck."
"Wait a minute, Adam Pierson?" Kronos said with a bit of shock.
"Nigel, didn't you say that was what your brother's name was?" Valerie asked him.
"Yes, that is his name. Something has happened to him." Kronos answered her.
"So you do know him, and he is your brother. What has happened to him? Did you have anything to do with this? Where have you taken him?!" MacLeod shouted.
"I haven't taken anyone, you highland brat!" he looked over to Amanda, "Tell this child to stop his whining or I'll stop it for him!" He took a step towards MacLeod. MacLeod took a step closer to Kronos. Both Valerie and Amanda ran to their prospective men and barred them from coming any closer to one another.
"Excuse me, gentlemen. This neither the time nor the place for this kind of behavior." Joe said after a clearing of his throat. "Now, is there somewhere private we can go and talk."
"Yes. We can go to my place, it's not far from here. But I swear to you, if any of you try anything, the cops will be on you before you can say, 'it wasn't me, officer.'" Both Amanda and Joe nodded quickly, and after Amanda elbowed him in the ribs, MacLeod nodded as well. "Alright then. Now that we're all in agreement, let's get the hell out of here. We'll have to take a cab though." Valerie said, looking over the group.
"That's fine with me dear, er, Val was it?"
"Valerie Viscount." Val said, grudgingly holding out a hand.
"Amanda Darieux. A pleasure. And these gentlemen are Joe Dawson and Duncan MacLeod." she pointed to both of them in turn.
"I believe you already know Nigel here, although I'm not entirely sure how yet."
"I'll explain everything Val. I promise." Kronos said as he motioned for MacLeod, Amanda, and Joe to go in front of them. "After you," he said. The three looked at each other and did as they were instructed.
***
Methos wandered the area of his dark cell, each step cautious, having read 'The Pit and the Pendulum' more than once in his long lifetime. He didn't bother asking himself why he was in the dark and damp place. Cassandra would want revenge for the years of torment she was forced to endure under his long reign as a Horseman, and this seemed to be her method of enacting it. He vaguely wondered what MacLeod would think of his 1000 year stint as one of the most feared men in the known world. Some part of his mind didn't care what MacLeod thought of him, and yet another part prayed that he would never find out what his supposed friend had done in his long lifetime before ending up where he was as Adam Pierson, mild graduate student/Watcher extra ordinaire.
Methos' thoughts were interrupted at the sound of the rusty squeaking of what he assumed was a door being opened, and the buzz of an Immortal. He had to put a hand to shield his eyes as the cell was filled with blinding white light.
"How pathetic," a voice called out to him from the now open door. Methos tried to discern who had spoken to him, but it was useless. All he could make out was a vague shape standing in front of the door holding something, perhaps a sword, in their hand. "Methos the Destroyer at my mercy. You have grown soft."
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" Methos called out to his yet unknown captor. Up until now, he had been sure it was Cassandra who had taken him, but knowing her as he did, he was sure that she wouldn't enlist the help of other Immortals in her personal revenge. He didn't recognize the voice though, but whoever it was knew his name. "Show yourself!" He shouted in defiance.
"You don't remember me, Methos? I'm hurt. I bet Kronos will, though. Does that ring any bells? Think back, I know you're old, but it shouldn't be that hard." Methos was annoyed by her mocking tone, but didn't react, instead trying to remember who she was. It came to him a flash.
"Allorem? How can it be? I thought you were dead!" Methos gasped out, unbelieving what was right in front of him.
"You remembered, how very thoughtful. Dead, me? I don't think so. Perhaps you should have killed me, but it's too late for that now."
"What do you mean? Why have you kidnaped me? What is this all about?"
"It's about vengeance. That's who I was, remember? You were Death, Kronos was Pestilence, Silas was War, and Caspian was Famine. I truly miss Caspian by the way, what ever happened to him?"
"What? I don't know, Allorem. What do you mean this is about vengeance? Vengeance upon whom?"
"Kronos." Methos drew back into the darkness at the coldness in her voice. "Why have you taken me, then? What do I have to do with your revenge on Kronos?" Methos asked warily, not sure he wanted to know the answer.
"Did you think I didn't know about your little ritual? That was extremely foolish by the way, joining yourselves to each other like that." Methos blanched at her words. "Oh yes, I know all about it, and if I can't get to Kronos directly, I'll simply have to go through you. It won't be as fun, but I'm sure I'll take some pleasure in torturing the only person Kronos loved more than me. In torturing the person Kronos abandoned me for."
"What are you talking about? Kronos didn't abandon you for me, he abandoned you because you had no restraint. You were as insane then as you are now."
"I would watch what you say, if I were you, Methos. Especially to the person who has complete power over you." She walked over to him. "Kronos did abandon me because of you, and now because of you, he will pay for it.
The last thing Methos was aware of before he died for the first of many times was the sound of his own screams echoing through the cell.
TBC
A/N: Thank you for your kind reviews!! Remember, as long as you keep posting them, I will keep writing new chapters!!
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim to own Methos, Kronos, MacLeod, Amanda, Joe, Cassandra or any other characters from Highlander. If I did own them, I would be making new episodes instead of writing fan fiction in place of new episodes. Oh well. (sigh)
Summary: Methos and Kronos were brothers. In arms, in blood, in everything except birth. What exactly does this mean for Immortals?
Characters: DM, J, M, A, C, K, Valerie Viscount OFC, Allorem OFC
Author's Note: This is an alternate-universe story based around the events of Comes A Horseman and Revelations 6:8, WARNING if you don't wish to read about a Kronos romance, you may still read this story, but you won't like parts of it. Also, I live in the Midwest and I have traveled few places in my life, so I took some liberty and made some stuff up about the cities mentioned here. Please post reviews!! Thank you!!!
Rating: This story is rated PG-13 for language and violence.
Chapter Four
Kronos raced through the halls of the hospital, not wanting to be caught when the doctors realized the full potential of having and studying someone with a MRI like his. He had dealt with such doctors before, as he was sure every Immortal had at least once in his or her lifetime. Mortals simply had to control anything they didn't immediately understand because of their fear of it. It was one of their greatest weaknesses. Luckily for Kronos, these people who had tried to gain control over him had another debilitating weakness. They were mortal. Kronos had eventually overtaken and killed the doctor, destroying any and all knowledge that he had ever been there.
Kronos looked over at Valerie, who was trying her best not to question why she was being dragged through a hospital. She glanced over at him and noticed his stare. Kronos turned away before she could witness a reaction on his face from the absolute love and trust he had seen in her deep green eyes. He concentrated on the path ahead of them, focusing his concentration on getting them out of the hospital. After that, Kronos had to go back to the airport. He had to find Methos. He felt him faintly to the east, but he wasn't able to pinpoint his exact location for some unknown reason. Usually he was able to figure out where his brother was at all times if he simply tried to do so although he hadn't tried in a long time. Maybe the skill had left him. Kronos pondered this as he saw he had finally come to the front exit, and rushed through the doors, making his way back to the airport where he hoped the path to finding his lost brother lay.
***
Joe couldn't help but admire his two Immortal friends' ability to transport their swords in and out of any airport they went through. He wasn't entirely sure how they did it, but when he asked, all MacLeod or Amanda would say was, 'practice.' Joe wondered if the Watchers had any knowledge of their methods. Even as he pondered this, he couldn't help but wonder where they would go from here. This was the only place they knew to go to find Methos. This was supposedly where Methos' brother was. That in itself was something to be questioned. How could Methos have a brother after all these years? He couldn't have been adopted, unless Methos was some kind of Big Brother. And if that was the case, why then was Methos living in Seacouver when his supposed brother Nigel was living in Denver? And how would he know where to find Methos after he was taken? It just didn't make any sense.
"What are you thinking about, Joe? Adam?" MacLeod's voice broke into Joe's mind, a welcome distraction from the his current line of thinking.
"Not exactly, I'm more thinking about this Nigel character who Adam claims is his brother. I don't really want to think anymore about it right now, though. My mind has been going in the same circles ever since we left Seacouver."
"Yeah, mine too. Like how can he possibly know where Methos is? I suppose we'll have to wait to find out."
"You may not have to wait much longer." Amanda said, scanning the crowd.
"What do you-" MacLeod stopped abruptly as he felt the buzz of an oncoming Immortal. He quickly scanned the crowd as well, looking for the source. He locked eyes on a familiar face. He would remember those searing blue eyes anywhere even if he had not seen the long vertical scar which decorated the right one. Melvin Koren. He hadn't seen him since the late 19th century in Texas. He put his hand to the case containing his sword, and walked slowly over to him, Amanda and Joe in tow. He noticed something as he walked, though, Koren seemed to be with a young mortal woman. Perhaps she was a hostage. That resolved MacLeod all the more. Koren would be stopped, no matter what it took.
Kronos led Valerie back through the airport, not really knowing why he was taking her with him. He could simply leave her there and go on without her. Half of him encouraged that idea, while the other half cried out against it.
He pondered over this for a brief moment, and then he decided to bring her with him, rationalizing it to himself by the fact that he would need help if he was to ever find his brother again. And what would happen if he fell unconscious again in one of the little 'spells' that had plagued him ever since that long ago day when he and Methos had completed that silly little ritual? How naive they had been then. The had had no faith that it would work, so they therefore didn't imagine the consequences that would come about when it had succeeded.
He pushed these meaningless thoughts away. There was no way thinking about that time would help him find Methos now. Methos. Kronos had absolutely no idea where to look. He knew that he was in the east somewhere, but that was all. Where could he look? Methos could be any of a dozen states, or perhaps he wasn't even in the US any longer. Kronos was about to make a choice of where to go first when he felt the presence of an approaching Immortal. He put his hand to his sword case, cursing his luck. He had no time for this right now. He wouldn't run though, a Horseman never ran. He scanned the crowd for the unlucky foe who had come upon a Horseman in a hurry. He would kill whomever it was quickly and move on trying to find Methos. His eyes locked onto a familiar face. Duncan MacLeod of the bloody clan MacLeod. Damn him. If only MacLeod's mortal friends hadn't broken the rules and interfered, he wouldn't have to be doing this because MacLeod would have been dead. MacLeod walked over slowly, his hand on what looked to be a sword case. He wouldn't draw his sword in so public a place though. He looked to MacLeod's companions. One of them was an older mortal, leaning heavily on a cane. The other was a beautiful Immortal woman who was many years older than the child MacLeod. She wasn't even close his own 4000 years but he judged her to be at least 1000. 'So, the young Highlander is traveling with others to help him do his dirty work. Interesting.' Kronos thought. He had heard tales of the Highlander since their last meeting, and that didn't see to go with his boy scout-like character. Why else would he be traveling with other Immortals though? Kronos supposed he would get the chance to find out. He glanced over at Valerie, who was yet unaware of what was taking place. He really didn't have time for this.
"Koren." MacLeod grated out through clenched teeth. "We meet again, and this time, I will kill you." Kronos looked over to the mortal who seemed to be taking everything in stride. So he knew about Immortals then. Kronos threw a glance at his wrist. He noticed a small blue tattoo there. Watcher, he thought with disgust.
"We'll see about that. Traveling in a pack now, MacLeod? All the better. I will enjoy taking the lovely lady's head after I've taken yours." Kronos damned the consequences of that statement as he looked over at Valerie.
"Nigel? What's going on? Who are these people? What are you taking about? Who wants to kill you, and why did that man call you Koren? That's not your name." Kronos cursed.
"Wait a minute. Your name is Nigel?" the mortal asked with a wide eyed look.
"What of it, Watcher? It's not my real name." Kronos spit back.
"You know what I am? Wait, that's unimportant right now. Nigel what? What is your last name? MacLeod, I think this may be who we are looking for."
"What? Him? This piece of trash can't possibly be Adam's brother!"
Kronos was confused. They seemed to be arguing about something, but he didn't know what. "What are you talking about? Adam who? And why should I tell you my last name? What difference does it make what I call myself now?"
"What do you mean 'what you call yourself now? Nigel, what is going on here? Please explain this to me." Valerie pleaded with him.
Amanda looked over to the young woman clinging on to this supposedly evil Immortals' arm with fear and confusion. This woman was no hostage, as MacLeod had mumbled walking over to them. "Do you think you could help us clear up some of the confusion, dear? Could you tell us Nigel's last name?" The woman glared at her, losing any remnant of the frightened and confused young mortal Amanda had witnessed before.
"Don't call me dear, I don't even know you. And from what I've heard, your boyfriend over there wants to kill mine. Why should I tell you anything?"
Amanda shrank back a little in shock. So, the kitten had claws. "We're not trying to kill anyone, I assure you." Amanda lied through her teeth. She had become pretty good at it over the last 1000 years. She only hoped it worked. "We're only trying to find our friend. We think Nigel may be a person who knows how to find him." Amanda threw in a little truth in case her lie didn't work. "Now please, could you simply tell me his last name so we could either get his help, or be on our way?"
"Fine. His name is Nigel Kretzlich. There, happy now?" she turned to Kronos. "I'm sorry, Nigel. I had to tell them, I just want them to go away."
"I'm afraid that's impossible now, Miss." Joe said. "You see, Nigel is the person we have been looking for. He is the only one who can tell us where our friend is."
"Wait a damn minute here! What in the hell are you people talking about? How, no wait, why would I want to help you with anything? MacLeod here doesn't seem to want my help, I'm pretty sure all he wants is my head, which he isn't going to get." Kronos looked over at Valerie who was about to say something to his last statement. "Val, I promise I'll explain everything to you as soon as I get a chance."
"You'll get that chance very soon, Mr. Kretzlich. We need to go somewhere and talk. You have been named by our friend Adam Pierson before he was taken as the only person who would know where to find you. He even told us your name and where to look, although I was a bit concerned that we wouldn't be able to find you as easily as we did. Chalk one up to luck."
"Wait a minute, Adam Pierson?" Kronos said with a bit of shock.
"Nigel, didn't you say that was what your brother's name was?" Valerie asked him.
"Yes, that is his name. Something has happened to him." Kronos answered her.
"So you do know him, and he is your brother. What has happened to him? Did you have anything to do with this? Where have you taken him?!" MacLeod shouted.
"I haven't taken anyone, you highland brat!" he looked over to Amanda, "Tell this child to stop his whining or I'll stop it for him!" He took a step towards MacLeod. MacLeod took a step closer to Kronos. Both Valerie and Amanda ran to their prospective men and barred them from coming any closer to one another.
"Excuse me, gentlemen. This neither the time nor the place for this kind of behavior." Joe said after a clearing of his throat. "Now, is there somewhere private we can go and talk."
"Yes. We can go to my place, it's not far from here. But I swear to you, if any of you try anything, the cops will be on you before you can say, 'it wasn't me, officer.'" Both Amanda and Joe nodded quickly, and after Amanda elbowed him in the ribs, MacLeod nodded as well. "Alright then. Now that we're all in agreement, let's get the hell out of here. We'll have to take a cab though." Valerie said, looking over the group.
"That's fine with me dear, er, Val was it?"
"Valerie Viscount." Val said, grudgingly holding out a hand.
"Amanda Darieux. A pleasure. And these gentlemen are Joe Dawson and Duncan MacLeod." she pointed to both of them in turn.
"I believe you already know Nigel here, although I'm not entirely sure how yet."
"I'll explain everything Val. I promise." Kronos said as he motioned for MacLeod, Amanda, and Joe to go in front of them. "After you," he said. The three looked at each other and did as they were instructed.
***
Methos wandered the area of his dark cell, each step cautious, having read 'The Pit and the Pendulum' more than once in his long lifetime. He didn't bother asking himself why he was in the dark and damp place. Cassandra would want revenge for the years of torment she was forced to endure under his long reign as a Horseman, and this seemed to be her method of enacting it. He vaguely wondered what MacLeod would think of his 1000 year stint as one of the most feared men in the known world. Some part of his mind didn't care what MacLeod thought of him, and yet another part prayed that he would never find out what his supposed friend had done in his long lifetime before ending up where he was as Adam Pierson, mild graduate student/Watcher extra ordinaire.
Methos' thoughts were interrupted at the sound of the rusty squeaking of what he assumed was a door being opened, and the buzz of an Immortal. He had to put a hand to shield his eyes as the cell was filled with blinding white light.
"How pathetic," a voice called out to him from the now open door. Methos tried to discern who had spoken to him, but it was useless. All he could make out was a vague shape standing in front of the door holding something, perhaps a sword, in their hand. "Methos the Destroyer at my mercy. You have grown soft."
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" Methos called out to his yet unknown captor. Up until now, he had been sure it was Cassandra who had taken him, but knowing her as he did, he was sure that she wouldn't enlist the help of other Immortals in her personal revenge. He didn't recognize the voice though, but whoever it was knew his name. "Show yourself!" He shouted in defiance.
"You don't remember me, Methos? I'm hurt. I bet Kronos will, though. Does that ring any bells? Think back, I know you're old, but it shouldn't be that hard." Methos was annoyed by her mocking tone, but didn't react, instead trying to remember who she was. It came to him a flash.
"Allorem? How can it be? I thought you were dead!" Methos gasped out, unbelieving what was right in front of him.
"You remembered, how very thoughtful. Dead, me? I don't think so. Perhaps you should have killed me, but it's too late for that now."
"What do you mean? Why have you kidnaped me? What is this all about?"
"It's about vengeance. That's who I was, remember? You were Death, Kronos was Pestilence, Silas was War, and Caspian was Famine. I truly miss Caspian by the way, what ever happened to him?"
"What? I don't know, Allorem. What do you mean this is about vengeance? Vengeance upon whom?"
"Kronos." Methos drew back into the darkness at the coldness in her voice. "Why have you taken me, then? What do I have to do with your revenge on Kronos?" Methos asked warily, not sure he wanted to know the answer.
"Did you think I didn't know about your little ritual? That was extremely foolish by the way, joining yourselves to each other like that." Methos blanched at her words. "Oh yes, I know all about it, and if I can't get to Kronos directly, I'll simply have to go through you. It won't be as fun, but I'm sure I'll take some pleasure in torturing the only person Kronos loved more than me. In torturing the person Kronos abandoned me for."
"What are you talking about? Kronos didn't abandon you for me, he abandoned you because you had no restraint. You were as insane then as you are now."
"I would watch what you say, if I were you, Methos. Especially to the person who has complete power over you." She walked over to him. "Kronos did abandon me because of you, and now because of you, he will pay for it.
The last thing Methos was aware of before he died for the first of many times was the sound of his own screams echoing through the cell.
TBC
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