Eli: This story is bundles of fun for everyone. I'm creating chaos with the
characters and spent most of last night dreaming up a story line. Thanks
for encouraging words on this helpless teen.
Gone. Like all of them. My fault? The others were. I'm the one that left the lock to our house unlocked the day the thieves came. I was suppose to be meeting Mario that night, but instead went home and canceled. Now Danielle. What the hell did she do? She caught bad guys, joked with me and Gabe, and had a family. Lee is beside himself, holding on tightly to Jordan. I just wish this whole thing was just a nightmare. I rather be afraid to sleep at night then to live this out.
The snow filled cemetary was filled with mourners. It broke Ian's heart to watch any of it. Especially to see little Jordan put a rose on his mother's grave. Lee wouldn't let go of Jordan for less than a second. Afraid to lose him as well as his wife. It had finally ended.
-That night-
Life is not fun when you have nightmares as your living one.
He could see blood, chaos, battles, death. Marching on through towns that had been burned to the ground. The smell of burnt flesh was powerfull. Then they came across a chile in the streets. She spoke a different tongue and was frightened to death. She was bady burnt. The man infront of him shook his head at the child and thrusted a blade through her. No!
Ian sat up in bed. His breathes had increased greatly from the vision. "What the hell brought that on?"
He felt a burning sensation on his wrist, as if it were answering his question. He stared at the bracelet for a long time. He had been sure he had placed it on the nightstand before going to sleep.
"It grows more attached to you." Ian looked up. It was the woman in black again.
"How the hell did you get in here?"
"Entrance is of no importance. I am sorry to inform you that my mistress can not wait for your mourining to be over. She wished to meet with you at eleven tomorrow."
"Who is your mistress?"
"Irons. Meredith Irons."
"Irons?! Ain't she that rich chick that owns Vorslagh industries?"
"Yes."
"Why does she want to meet with me?"
"For the same reason you see visions of lives not yours."
"Can't you give me a straight answer?"
"I'm not here to give answers, just the location of where you can find them."
"Will you be there?"
"Most likely. Why?"
"Well, then I have reason to go." The woman put her eyes to the ground again.
"You will not be there to converse with me. I bid you good-night." And she was gone.
Ian settled back into bed. "Alright, you damn thing, I have to meet a billionaire tomorrow, so let me have some shut eye." He placed teh bracelet back onto his nightstand and tehn went back to sleep.
-The next morning-
She was the one to approach him when he entered the mansion.
"So we meet again."
"My mistress will be recieving you in the library. Follow me please." She led him through the house and stopped infront of a large set of doors. She was about to open the door for him, when Ian grabbed for the handle himself. Their hands briefly touched. She looked up at him.
"Not all that glitters is gold." She let him open the door and walked in. Irons looked from her desk and smiled. "Ahhhh. There you are." She raised up to except Ian. Sara simply stood by the door watching. Merdith turned to Sara.
"Close the doors."
"Yes, mistress." She did as she was told. Ian noticed the way the woman acted like a slave. she didn't make eye contact and simply stood in the corner.
"So, Irons, why did you send your little messenger girl to get me?"
"She is more than that. Trained all her life to protect me. She is the perfect warrior. My lyrical amazon, I like to say."
"Does your amazon have a name?"
"Yes, but it is of no matter." Ian deffinitely didn't like the way Irons regarded her. "Sorry if she annoyed you. I've come to believe she is a bit taken by you. " She turned to her servant. "Are you not?" She didn't answer, but lowered her head further.
"So, back to my question, why am I here?"
"To discuss teh item around your wrist."
"This thing?"
"Yes, do you know what it is?"
"No."
"It is called the witchblade. It holds extraordinary powers and has been handed down a noble line of men for centuries."
"Like who?"
"King Arthur, for one. Except instead of witchblade, they gave it what they thought was a more masculine name, Excaliber."
"Excaliber? As in the mythical sword that helped him win over entire armies Excaliber?"
"Yes. Correct. You are the wielder for this generation." Meredith started to walk towards him. "I can help you. I know all it's secrets. I would share them with you, if you'd only let me." She reached out to touch his face, but he moved wawy from her.
If this mean bitch thinks I'm letting her touch me after she was so cruel to her servant there, she has another thing coming.
"Ms. Irons, aren't you a little old for me?"
"Do I appear so?"
"No, but then again, a little plastic surgery and I can't tell the difference."
"You wound me, detective."
Good you ancient, black hearted tyrant.
"I can see you are in no mood to speak with me. I'll see you later." She returned to her desk. "Show him the way out."
"Yes, mistress." Sara began to lead Ian back out of the mansion.
"So, does the lyrical amazon have a name?"
"What?"
"What's your name?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Well, it appears that I will have buisness with your mistress in the future. I would like to know what to call you."
"My name is Sara. Sara Pezzini."
"Well then Sara. May I ask you something?"
"Yes?"
"Are you taken by me?"
"Perhaps. Good-bye detective." She left him at the front door. He watched her go.
"Weird. Beautiful, but weird."
Eli: Even as a woman, Irons is evil. Do I done good?
Gone. Like all of them. My fault? The others were. I'm the one that left the lock to our house unlocked the day the thieves came. I was suppose to be meeting Mario that night, but instead went home and canceled. Now Danielle. What the hell did she do? She caught bad guys, joked with me and Gabe, and had a family. Lee is beside himself, holding on tightly to Jordan. I just wish this whole thing was just a nightmare. I rather be afraid to sleep at night then to live this out.
The snow filled cemetary was filled with mourners. It broke Ian's heart to watch any of it. Especially to see little Jordan put a rose on his mother's grave. Lee wouldn't let go of Jordan for less than a second. Afraid to lose him as well as his wife. It had finally ended.
-That night-
Life is not fun when you have nightmares as your living one.
He could see blood, chaos, battles, death. Marching on through towns that had been burned to the ground. The smell of burnt flesh was powerfull. Then they came across a chile in the streets. She spoke a different tongue and was frightened to death. She was bady burnt. The man infront of him shook his head at the child and thrusted a blade through her. No!
Ian sat up in bed. His breathes had increased greatly from the vision. "What the hell brought that on?"
He felt a burning sensation on his wrist, as if it were answering his question. He stared at the bracelet for a long time. He had been sure he had placed it on the nightstand before going to sleep.
"It grows more attached to you." Ian looked up. It was the woman in black again.
"How the hell did you get in here?"
"Entrance is of no importance. I am sorry to inform you that my mistress can not wait for your mourining to be over. She wished to meet with you at eleven tomorrow."
"Who is your mistress?"
"Irons. Meredith Irons."
"Irons?! Ain't she that rich chick that owns Vorslagh industries?"
"Yes."
"Why does she want to meet with me?"
"For the same reason you see visions of lives not yours."
"Can't you give me a straight answer?"
"I'm not here to give answers, just the location of where you can find them."
"Will you be there?"
"Most likely. Why?"
"Well, then I have reason to go." The woman put her eyes to the ground again.
"You will not be there to converse with me. I bid you good-night." And she was gone.
Ian settled back into bed. "Alright, you damn thing, I have to meet a billionaire tomorrow, so let me have some shut eye." He placed teh bracelet back onto his nightstand and tehn went back to sleep.
-The next morning-
She was the one to approach him when he entered the mansion.
"So we meet again."
"My mistress will be recieving you in the library. Follow me please." She led him through the house and stopped infront of a large set of doors. She was about to open the door for him, when Ian grabbed for the handle himself. Their hands briefly touched. She looked up at him.
"Not all that glitters is gold." She let him open the door and walked in. Irons looked from her desk and smiled. "Ahhhh. There you are." She raised up to except Ian. Sara simply stood by the door watching. Merdith turned to Sara.
"Close the doors."
"Yes, mistress." She did as she was told. Ian noticed the way the woman acted like a slave. she didn't make eye contact and simply stood in the corner.
"So, Irons, why did you send your little messenger girl to get me?"
"She is more than that. Trained all her life to protect me. She is the perfect warrior. My lyrical amazon, I like to say."
"Does your amazon have a name?"
"Yes, but it is of no matter." Ian deffinitely didn't like the way Irons regarded her. "Sorry if she annoyed you. I've come to believe she is a bit taken by you. " She turned to her servant. "Are you not?" She didn't answer, but lowered her head further.
"So, back to my question, why am I here?"
"To discuss teh item around your wrist."
"This thing?"
"Yes, do you know what it is?"
"No."
"It is called the witchblade. It holds extraordinary powers and has been handed down a noble line of men for centuries."
"Like who?"
"King Arthur, for one. Except instead of witchblade, they gave it what they thought was a more masculine name, Excaliber."
"Excaliber? As in the mythical sword that helped him win over entire armies Excaliber?"
"Yes. Correct. You are the wielder for this generation." Meredith started to walk towards him. "I can help you. I know all it's secrets. I would share them with you, if you'd only let me." She reached out to touch his face, but he moved wawy from her.
If this mean bitch thinks I'm letting her touch me after she was so cruel to her servant there, she has another thing coming.
"Ms. Irons, aren't you a little old for me?"
"Do I appear so?"
"No, but then again, a little plastic surgery and I can't tell the difference."
"You wound me, detective."
Good you ancient, black hearted tyrant.
"I can see you are in no mood to speak with me. I'll see you later." She returned to her desk. "Show him the way out."
"Yes, mistress." Sara began to lead Ian back out of the mansion.
"So, does the lyrical amazon have a name?"
"What?"
"What's your name?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Well, it appears that I will have buisness with your mistress in the future. I would like to know what to call you."
"My name is Sara. Sara Pezzini."
"Well then Sara. May I ask you something?"
"Yes?"
"Are you taken by me?"
"Perhaps. Good-bye detective." She left him at the front door. He watched her go.
"Weird. Beautiful, but weird."
Eli: Even as a woman, Irons is evil. Do I done good?