Flesh and Blood II: New Beginnings
Ratting: PG-13 for Violence and stuff like that.
Paring: K/I S/G and a little tinny tiny bit of S/I
Summary (MUST READ): Takes place--unlike Flesh and Blood I-in season two. Korin and Ian have never meat, but the dreams Korin's Blade is giving her tells other wise. Will Ian and Korin be lovers once again, or will Irons, Sara, or a group of killers get in the way?
Authors note (Anther MUST READ): OK, so here is the deal, this fic is going to be written as if Korin and Ian have never meat, as if Korin is not Irons daughter, as if Irons is not dead, and as if everything in the Flesh and Blood I happened in the first season. I hope that this fic will be just as goes, if not better, then the first. Enjoy and happy reading.
Tips to help you read this fic (The last MUST READ): OK, in this fic, there are two blades. The Witchblade, which Sara still wields, and something called the NightBlade (called the Black Blade in the first fic.) Understand that Irons made the NightBlade by trying to copy the Witchblade. Also understand that anything that happens in a dream will have mostly happened in the first fic or will have been hinted at in the first fic. Also, Anything written **like this (the two stars) is a dream** Anything written like this is a thought from any of the characters.
Disclaimer: I don't own Witchblade. It's not mine. Nope. I do, however, own Korin and a few other characters.
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Chapter one
** The study was dark and cold. A little girl sat in a small gap between a chair and the wall. She hugged her legs and hid her face in her lap. Tears feel quickly down her face. "Oh, mamma." She sobbed threw her stream of hot tears. She was shacking all over. The girl, who was a little older then three, has crimson red hair, which was tied up into pigtails. She was dressed in a school uniform.
"Korin?" Came a softly spoken voice from the other end of the study. "Korin Irons? Where are you?" Korin huddled even closer to the wall trying to hide herself as best she could.
Please don't let it be papa. Korin thought to herself, "Oh, please, oh please, don't let it be papa."
"Korin?" This time the voice was right over her head. Korin jumped and looked up to find a boy looking down at her. He had curly black hair. He looked down at Korin. "There you are. I've been looking all over for you."
"Oh, Ian." Korin said, whipping away a few of her tears. "I thought you where papa." Korin moved over a little allow just enough room for Ian to sit next to her. Ian put an arm around his friend.
"Shane just told me about your mom." Ian said in a hushed voice.
"That Shane," Korin said with a sigh, "She never could keep her mouth shut about things like this. "
"Korin, I'm so sorry." Ian said. "I know how much she meant to you." Korin nodded.
"You know the worst part? My daddy is all I have now! I can never be happy with only him to take care of me! After all, isn't it his fault that ma'am died?"
"Korin-"
"No, Ian!" Korin sobbed. "I don't want to here you say isn't papa's fault! He killed ma'am and that's it! I know he killed her. He always yelled at ma'am. I heard them yell at each other all the time."
"They fought a lot?" Ian asked, the shock showing threw every word. Korin only nodded as more tears fell down her face.
"Oh, Ian!" She threw her arms around his knack and let her tears fall with new speed. Ian stroked her hair and kissed her head. "It's not fair! I didn't want ma'am to die!"
"I know, Korin." Ian said softly. "I know." They sat there and then Korin looked up at Ian and smiled.
"Thank you, Ian." She said. They looked at each other for a long time and then-- **
Korin Miller woke up with a start and sat straight up in her bed. She took deep breaths and ran her hand threw her long crimson red hair. She looked around the bedroom of her small apartment and then feel back on to her pillow with a long sigh. She threw the covers over her head in one swift movement and yelled. Korin lived in downtown New York City. She was 22 years old and had long crimson red hair and bright blue eyes. From under her covers she muttered a stream of curses to herself as she tried to think threw the night's dream. She looked down at the bracelet--with a black gem in the middle-- that lay upon her wrist. The bracelet hummed making Korin look down at it.
"You do this to me ever night!" Korin snapped to the bracelet. "You have to give me these lame dreams every freaking' night, don't you? It's not bad enough that I have to wield you, you have to make my day and night a living heck!" She growled to herself as she came out from under the covers.
She looked over at the clock on her nightstand. "Five A.M." Korin read allowed to herself. "I could go back to bed... but there's not way I'll be able to sleep now." So Korin jumped out of bed and walked over to her closet and put in her normal out fit: black pants, a tight fitting black tank top, and black go-go boots. She ran a comb threw her hair as she looked out the window. The sun was coming up and the city was alive with the morning openings of shops. Korin put her hair up into a ponytail and grabbed her leather coat before walking out the door.
Korin walked down the cool fall streets of New York her mind racing. She walked until she came to a small coffee shop. She walked inside and sat down at the bar.
"Well, good morning, there, Miss Miller." Said the nice old lady from behind the counter. She had short white hair but brilliant green eyes. "You sure are up early."
"Good morning to you, too, Mrs. Jackson." Korin said. "I couldn't sleep last night."
"Oh, bad dreams again?" Mrs. Jackson asked as she handed Korin a hot cup of coffee.
"The worst." Korin said before tacking a big drink of her coffee. "Could I get a muffin? They smell very good today." Korin smiled, as Mrs. Jackson blushed a little.
"Well, they are what I make best." With this, Mrs. Jackson went into the back to go get the fresh-backed muffins. Korin sat there thinking about everything.
A half-hour later, Korin walked out of the shop and down the streets. Looking at her watch, she hurried a little faster. A little bit later, She came to a important looking building. She walked inside and up to the front desk. The young, blond women there looked up from her paper work. "Oh, good day, Miss. Miller." The women said.
"Sup, Terry?" Korin said. "Is Mr. Milonoh ready for me?"
"Sure is, Korin." Terry said. "You can go on in."
"Thanks, Ter. Say, we really should go have lunch sometime."
"That would be nice." Terry smiled. "I feel like I never talk to you outside this place."
"Well, we will have to make planes for that." Korin smiled at her friend. "I'll call you later." With a goodbye, Korin walked to the elevator and pushed the top floor button. Then she walked down the hall into a large office. In the middle of the office sat a desk. A man with black hair and green eyes sat there. When he saw Korin, he smiled in a loving way.
"Korin, dear," He said standing up and walking over to her. He placed his hands on her shoulders. "How are you this morning, my dear Korin?"
"I'm doing just fine, thank you, Mr. Milonoh." Korin said, smiling.
"Korin, Korin, Korin," Mr. Milonoh said. "I've told you, I want you to call me Toni." Korin nodded. "Now," Toni went back over to his desk and sat down, while motioning for Korin to sit down on the chair across from his. Korin sat down. "I have a diner tonight at Josh Haertners club. I believe you know the one?"
"Club Chaos, on 5th? Yes I know where that is."
"Good, good," Toni said. "I would for you to come with me. As my body guard."
"Like always, you mean?" Korin asked then hand to stop herself from hitting her head. Much to her amazement, Toni just laughed.
"Yes, I guess so." He smiled. "I think that's all for now, unless there was something else you wanted to talk about." Korin shook her head.
"I don't think so, Mr.-Toni." Korin blushed a little.
"Well, then, I'll see you tonight." Korin nodded and left the room. She sighed a little as she walked down the hall. Working with Toni Milonoh was a nice job. The pay was good and she didn't really have a big work time. Just whenever Mr. Milonoh needed a bodyguard. That was her job, you see. She was a body guard/hit man for Milonoh. It was an easy job most of the time. Just stand there and make sure no cops come why Milonoh drank with his "friends". But still, there where times where she didn't like the job so much.
Korin walked down the streets, which had become very full as the 7 o'clock hour rolled around. Korin made up her mind to tack the long way home so she could run to the vet to pick up Cherry and Xan, her cat and lab dog. As she walked she also remembered that she had no milk or dog food at home so she made a note to pick things up.
Korin walked paced the police station and stopped to look at it. She rubbed her left wrist, which held her bracelet. She stood there for a long time before walking away. If she had stayed a little long, she would have seen something that would have made her very weirded out. For as Korin walked away, a woman on a motor bike pulled into the station.
Sara Pizzini pulled into her parking spot and took off her helmet. She looked around and then rubbed her Blade wrist a little before walking inside. She walked into her office to find Danny and Jake sitting there doing paper work and drinking coffee. She walked past Danny, gabbing his coffee cup and taking a sip.
"Hey, Pez, good morning to you, too." Danny said, taking back his coffee.
"Come on, Danny," Sara bagged. "I need coffee! I had such a bad night!"
"Yeah, well, why not drink the cup on you desk, Pez." Jack said, almost laughing. Sara looked over at her desk and saw a hot mug of coffee sitting there.
"Thanks, guys," Sara said before sitting down and taking a big swig of her coffee. "So, what's up for today beside a howl ton of boring paper work?"
Danny stood up and tossed Sara a folder, which she opened and looked over. "Tommy Johnson, age 24, drug dealer. Shot in the hear three times and stabbed twice." Sara raised an eyebrow at the photos in the folder. "Found dead outside the park at three PM last night."
"So was it the shots threw the head or the stabbing that killed him?" Sara asked.
"Neither." Jake said. Sara looked up at him.
"What?" She asked.
"He was poisoned, then stabbed then shot." Danny said.
"Your saying we got a killer who shots the people after he kills them?" Sara asked, running her hand threw her hair.
"That's what it looks like." Jake said. "The weirdest part is, there's no bullets of prints anywhere. This guy's killer was really good and knew what he was doing. Meaning he was trained." Sara couldn't help but think of Ian Nottingham, a hit man who worked for Irons.
"Well, I guess the first thing to do is see if anything like this has happened before." Sara said before tacking another big sip of her coffee. There was a knock on the door and Sara, Danny, and Jake turned to see Sherry, one of the newer cops smiling at them. "What's up, Sher?" Sara asked.
"You've got a friend here to see you, Pez." Sherry said before walking away. Sara looked and saw a tall dark man standing at the front desk looking at her. Sara told Danny and Jake she'd be right back before walking out towered the figure.
"What are you doing here, Nottingham?" Sara asked, glaring at her stalker.
"Sara," Ian said looking her right in the eyes, which made her shiver. "Is there somewhere we can talk in privet?" Ian's voice sounded more alert and worried then Sara had ever heard it.
"Uh... yeah..." Sara led Ian into an empty room and shut the door. "What's up, Ian?" Sara asked, sitting down. Ian stayed standing and looked down at his feet without talking. "You planing on saying something, Nottingham?" Sara snapped getting more and more angry.
"Has the Witchblade been giving you any dreams?" Ian asked all in a hurry. Sara raised her eyebrows.
"Uhh... no.... why do you ask?" Sara wondered.
"It is nothing...," Ian said, turning to walk away.
"Hey, why you're here..." Ian turned as Sara handed him the folder she still had in his hand. "Can you tell me what you know about this killing?"
Ian flipped threw the folder and with each page, his eye grew very wide. "This-this can't be..." Ian said still flipping threw the folder. Sara raised an eyebrow.
"Something you want to share with the howl class there, Ian?" Sara asked.
"I... I've had a dream about this... a lot of dreams about this!" Ian said.
"You had a dream about this killing?" Sara asked.
"No-- I had a dream that this same kind of death happened to-"
"To who, Ian?!" Sara almost yelled.
"To me and you, Sara!" Ian yelled back. "To you and me and... to someone else..."
"Who?"
"I'm not sure." Ian shook his head. "I can never get a really good picture of them and I never remember what I did see when I wake up. But every night the dreams get a little long and a little clearer. Some things change each time and some things stay the same."
"OK, OK, tell me some of the things that always happen." Sara said.
"Well, I see you and me and that other person... first we are talking and then we are walking into a club... then there's these guys I can never make out and they kill us." Ian said all of this on one breath.
"Do you know what Club we are in?" Sara asked. Ian shook his head.
"I do know the streets it's on... I saw it in my dreams just last night. The Club is on 5th."
"OK... let's see... there are only a few Clubs on the street so meet me outside Club Eleven... you do know where that is, right, Nottingham?" Sara asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, Sara, I know where that is." Ian said.
"Good. Meet me out there out side there at six tonight and don't be late." Sara stood up and opened the door. "I'll see you at six." Ian nodded and left, handing Sara the folder at the same time. Sara sighed and walked back to Danny and Jack. When she walked in, the two boys looked up.
"What was that all about?" Jake asked.
"Nothing big." Sara said. "So, lets go take a look at the murder site, huh?"
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Korin stood at the front desk of the vets with two shopping bags in her hands. A lady came out holding a cat in a traveling cage and a fully-grown lab dog. Korin smiled. "Hey you two." She said petting the dog's head and touching the cat's noise. "Oh I missed you guys. Thanks so much for looking out for them." This was said to the lady.
"Oh, it's nothing at all, Korin." The lady smiled. "Well, you've paid so your all set and all see Xan here," She patted the dog's head, "In a few months for his next flee bath.
"OK, have a nice day." Korin said as she hooked up Xan to a leach and took Cherry's cage. She walked out of the vet and down the side walk. "Boy, have I had a bad time without you." She told her pets. "Come on, let's get you guys home."
Korin opened the door to her apartment and flipped on the lights. "Home sweet home." Korin said letting Xan of his leach and letting Cherry out of her cage. Xan began to sniff around the apartment as if to make sure nothing had changed since he had left. Cherry rubbed Korin's leg lovingly before going and lying down on Korin's bed.
Korin smiled as she flung herself onto her sofa with a large sigh. She sat there staring at the walls and watching Xan stick his noise into a plant. Korin turned on the TV and stared blankly at it not really paying notice to what was on. Before she knew it, she was fast asleep.
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That night, Korin stood outside Milonoh's office building waiting for him to come out. The door's opened and Korin stood nodded to Milonoh who nodded back. Korin opened the car door for her boss and then got in herself. The driver took off towered 5th street.
Inside the Club, Korin and Milonoh where greeted by a 40 year old man with brown hair. "Toni, Toni," The man said shacking Milonoh's hand. "It's so good to see you again."
"Hello Josh." Milonoh said. "Yes it is very nice to see you too. I'd like for you too meet Korin Miller," Korin nodded and Josh smiled at her. "Korin this is Josh."
"It's nice to meet you." Josh said. "Well, shall we get some drinks? I have a top level booth for us if you'll fallow me." Korin walked behind Milonoh looking around her. Everywhere she looked people where dancing and making out. She could see some fool up on stage singing some up beat song. Milonoh and Josh sat up in their both on the top floor of the club. Korin stood behind them. The night went on. Korin had a Bloody Marry or two as she watched the two men talking. She only moved when she heard her name come up in the men's talking.
"Korin does a very nice job. She one of the best body guards I've ever had." Milonoh said. Korin blushed a little. "Why, she could do anything and everything I ask her to."
"Oh really?" Josh said. "Can she sing?" He looked right at Korin and looked her in the eyes.
"Sure, couldn't you, Korin?" Milonoh asked. Korin only nodded.
"Well, maybe, but can she get the howl club to agree that she is a good singer?" Josh put a twenty in front of Milonoh. "Twenty bucks says she can't get the howl crowd cheering." Milonoh looked at Korin, who, after a moment or two, nodded her head. Milonoh smiled.
"It's a deal then." Milonoh said. "Go ahead, Korin, show is what you got."
Korin sighed as she walked towered the stage.
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Sara and Ian entered Club Chaos, which was the last club on the street. Sara looked around and so did Ian. Sara sighed and turned to face her stalker.
"See anything thing that was in your dream?" Sara asked. Ian nodded and pointed towered the bar when a guy was mixing drinks. She and Ian walked over and sat at the bar.
"Hey, what can I get ya?" The man asked.
"Yeah, I'll have a beer." Sara said.
"I'll have a Bloody Marry." Ian said.
A beer and a Blood Marry coming right up." The man said smiling.
Sara looked at Ian. "I didn't know you drank Bloody Mary's." Sara said. Ian shrugged.
"There's a lot you don't know about me, Sara." Ian said. Sara nodded. I guess not. She thought.
"Here you are, a beer and a Bloody Marry." The man gave them their drinks. "If there's anything else, just ask."
Sara and Ian sipped their drinks and looked out across the club. Ian kept looking for anything that look like it was from his dream then he saw her. The woman with long crimson red hair walking towered the stage. He kept his eyes on her and watched her move skillfully across the dance floor. Then she went up on the stage and up to the microphone.
Korin could feel eyes on her. She hadn't known what she was going to sing until just now. She pushed the buttons on the computer that had the list of songs and walked up to the microphone.
Momma please stop cryin, I can't stand the sound
Your pain is painful and its tearin' me down
I hear glasses breakin as I sit up in my bed
I told dad you didn't mean those nasty things you
said
Korin sang each word as though she where telling the story as it happened. She could feel every pair of eyes in the room watching her but she only closed her eyes and sang.
You fight about money, bout me and my brother
And this I come home to, this is my shelter
It ain't easy growin up in World War III
Never knowin what love could be, you'll see
I don't want love to destroy me like it has done
my family
Ian put down his drink. "I'll be right back." He told Sara before walking off trying to get closer to the stage. He knew this girl... but how?
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better, Mommy I'll do anything
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't
leave
Korin got pictures of her own family as she sang. Her father had been a mean man but her mother had been worse. She would always yell at her brother who had killed himself when he was 13. The song she was up there singing was her favorite because it was the story of her life.
Daddy please stop yellin, I can't stand the sound
Make mama stop cryin, cuz I need you around
My mama she loves you, no matter what she says
its true
I know that she hurts you, but remember I love
you, too
Ian looked up at Korin from the dance floor. He felt his heart beat. How did he know this girl? She was so amazing. Ian had never seen anyone quite like this girl.
I ran away today, ran from the noise, ran away
Don't wanna go back to that place, but don't have
no choice, no way
It ain't easy growin up in World War III
Never knowin what love could be, well I've seen
I don't want love to destroy me like it did my
family
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better, Mommy I'll do anything
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't
leave
Milonoh let a large grin come across his face. He knew full well that Korin was a wonderful singer. In fact, he had walked into a club one time and found her singing, even though this was before he had hired her.
In our family portrait, we look pretty happy
Let's play pretend, let's act like it comes
naturally
I don't wanna have to split the holidays
I don't want two addresses
I don't want a step-brother anyways
And I don't want my mom to have to change her
last name
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
We look pretty normal, let's go back to that
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
Let's play pretend, act like it goes naturally
Ian wanted to get closer to her. He had to tlak to her as soon as the song was done. He tryed to get closer to the stage.
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)
We look pretty normal, let's go back to that
(I promise I'll be better, Mommy I'll do
anything)
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)
Let's play pretend act and like it comes so
naturally
(I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't
leave)
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)
We look pretty normal, let's go back to that
(I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't
leave)
Even though Korin could feel everyone watching her, when she opened her eyes she only saw one man dressed all in black with curly black hair. That's weird. Korin thought. He looks- like someone I know...
Daddy don't leave
Daddy don't leave
Daddy don't leave
Turn around please
Remember that the night you left you took my
shining star?
Daddy don't leave
Daddy don't leave
Daddy don't leave
Don't leave us here alone
Mom will be nicer
I'll be so much better, I'll tell my brother
Oh, I won't spill the milk at dinner
I'll be so much better, I'll do everything right
I'll be your little girl forever
I'll go to sleep at night
At the end of the song, the crowd cheered for a good five minutes. Korin bowed a few times and hurried off the stage. She worked her way threw the crowd, knowing that the man she had seen was trying to fallow her.
Ian tried in vain to keep up with the girl but soon she was lost in the waves of people. He sighed and went to go set down again.
"Well done, Korin." Milonoh said, putting away his wallet. "I must say, you did a wonderful job out there. Way to make me happy."
Korin smiled and nodded before returning to her place behind Milonoh. She looked out at the people mbelow just in time to see the tall dark man leaving with a girl. She sighed. She couldn't help but wonder who he reminded her of.
A/N Ok, there's the first chapter. FEEDBACK PLEASE! I really would like to know what you thought. Also, I'm going to try and post a new chapter every week. Ok well, feedback please.... I think I said that before... oh well.
Ratting: PG-13 for Violence and stuff like that.
Paring: K/I S/G and a little tinny tiny bit of S/I
Summary (MUST READ): Takes place--unlike Flesh and Blood I-in season two. Korin and Ian have never meat, but the dreams Korin's Blade is giving her tells other wise. Will Ian and Korin be lovers once again, or will Irons, Sara, or a group of killers get in the way?
Authors note (Anther MUST READ): OK, so here is the deal, this fic is going to be written as if Korin and Ian have never meat, as if Korin is not Irons daughter, as if Irons is not dead, and as if everything in the Flesh and Blood I happened in the first season. I hope that this fic will be just as goes, if not better, then the first. Enjoy and happy reading.
Tips to help you read this fic (The last MUST READ): OK, in this fic, there are two blades. The Witchblade, which Sara still wields, and something called the NightBlade (called the Black Blade in the first fic.) Understand that Irons made the NightBlade by trying to copy the Witchblade. Also understand that anything that happens in a dream will have mostly happened in the first fic or will have been hinted at in the first fic. Also, Anything written **like this (the two stars) is a dream** Anything written like this is a thought from any of the characters.
Disclaimer: I don't own Witchblade. It's not mine. Nope. I do, however, own Korin and a few other characters.
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Chapter one
** The study was dark and cold. A little girl sat in a small gap between a chair and the wall. She hugged her legs and hid her face in her lap. Tears feel quickly down her face. "Oh, mamma." She sobbed threw her stream of hot tears. She was shacking all over. The girl, who was a little older then three, has crimson red hair, which was tied up into pigtails. She was dressed in a school uniform.
"Korin?" Came a softly spoken voice from the other end of the study. "Korin Irons? Where are you?" Korin huddled even closer to the wall trying to hide herself as best she could.
Please don't let it be papa. Korin thought to herself, "Oh, please, oh please, don't let it be papa."
"Korin?" This time the voice was right over her head. Korin jumped and looked up to find a boy looking down at her. He had curly black hair. He looked down at Korin. "There you are. I've been looking all over for you."
"Oh, Ian." Korin said, whipping away a few of her tears. "I thought you where papa." Korin moved over a little allow just enough room for Ian to sit next to her. Ian put an arm around his friend.
"Shane just told me about your mom." Ian said in a hushed voice.
"That Shane," Korin said with a sigh, "She never could keep her mouth shut about things like this. "
"Korin, I'm so sorry." Ian said. "I know how much she meant to you." Korin nodded.
"You know the worst part? My daddy is all I have now! I can never be happy with only him to take care of me! After all, isn't it his fault that ma'am died?"
"Korin-"
"No, Ian!" Korin sobbed. "I don't want to here you say isn't papa's fault! He killed ma'am and that's it! I know he killed her. He always yelled at ma'am. I heard them yell at each other all the time."
"They fought a lot?" Ian asked, the shock showing threw every word. Korin only nodded as more tears fell down her face.
"Oh, Ian!" She threw her arms around his knack and let her tears fall with new speed. Ian stroked her hair and kissed her head. "It's not fair! I didn't want ma'am to die!"
"I know, Korin." Ian said softly. "I know." They sat there and then Korin looked up at Ian and smiled.
"Thank you, Ian." She said. They looked at each other for a long time and then-- **
Korin Miller woke up with a start and sat straight up in her bed. She took deep breaths and ran her hand threw her long crimson red hair. She looked around the bedroom of her small apartment and then feel back on to her pillow with a long sigh. She threw the covers over her head in one swift movement and yelled. Korin lived in downtown New York City. She was 22 years old and had long crimson red hair and bright blue eyes. From under her covers she muttered a stream of curses to herself as she tried to think threw the night's dream. She looked down at the bracelet--with a black gem in the middle-- that lay upon her wrist. The bracelet hummed making Korin look down at it.
"You do this to me ever night!" Korin snapped to the bracelet. "You have to give me these lame dreams every freaking' night, don't you? It's not bad enough that I have to wield you, you have to make my day and night a living heck!" She growled to herself as she came out from under the covers.
She looked over at the clock on her nightstand. "Five A.M." Korin read allowed to herself. "I could go back to bed... but there's not way I'll be able to sleep now." So Korin jumped out of bed and walked over to her closet and put in her normal out fit: black pants, a tight fitting black tank top, and black go-go boots. She ran a comb threw her hair as she looked out the window. The sun was coming up and the city was alive with the morning openings of shops. Korin put her hair up into a ponytail and grabbed her leather coat before walking out the door.
Korin walked down the cool fall streets of New York her mind racing. She walked until she came to a small coffee shop. She walked inside and sat down at the bar.
"Well, good morning, there, Miss Miller." Said the nice old lady from behind the counter. She had short white hair but brilliant green eyes. "You sure are up early."
"Good morning to you, too, Mrs. Jackson." Korin said. "I couldn't sleep last night."
"Oh, bad dreams again?" Mrs. Jackson asked as she handed Korin a hot cup of coffee.
"The worst." Korin said before tacking a big drink of her coffee. "Could I get a muffin? They smell very good today." Korin smiled, as Mrs. Jackson blushed a little.
"Well, they are what I make best." With this, Mrs. Jackson went into the back to go get the fresh-backed muffins. Korin sat there thinking about everything.
A half-hour later, Korin walked out of the shop and down the streets. Looking at her watch, she hurried a little faster. A little bit later, She came to a important looking building. She walked inside and up to the front desk. The young, blond women there looked up from her paper work. "Oh, good day, Miss. Miller." The women said.
"Sup, Terry?" Korin said. "Is Mr. Milonoh ready for me?"
"Sure is, Korin." Terry said. "You can go on in."
"Thanks, Ter. Say, we really should go have lunch sometime."
"That would be nice." Terry smiled. "I feel like I never talk to you outside this place."
"Well, we will have to make planes for that." Korin smiled at her friend. "I'll call you later." With a goodbye, Korin walked to the elevator and pushed the top floor button. Then she walked down the hall into a large office. In the middle of the office sat a desk. A man with black hair and green eyes sat there. When he saw Korin, he smiled in a loving way.
"Korin, dear," He said standing up and walking over to her. He placed his hands on her shoulders. "How are you this morning, my dear Korin?"
"I'm doing just fine, thank you, Mr. Milonoh." Korin said, smiling.
"Korin, Korin, Korin," Mr. Milonoh said. "I've told you, I want you to call me Toni." Korin nodded. "Now," Toni went back over to his desk and sat down, while motioning for Korin to sit down on the chair across from his. Korin sat down. "I have a diner tonight at Josh Haertners club. I believe you know the one?"
"Club Chaos, on 5th? Yes I know where that is."
"Good, good," Toni said. "I would for you to come with me. As my body guard."
"Like always, you mean?" Korin asked then hand to stop herself from hitting her head. Much to her amazement, Toni just laughed.
"Yes, I guess so." He smiled. "I think that's all for now, unless there was something else you wanted to talk about." Korin shook her head.
"I don't think so, Mr.-Toni." Korin blushed a little.
"Well, then, I'll see you tonight." Korin nodded and left the room. She sighed a little as she walked down the hall. Working with Toni Milonoh was a nice job. The pay was good and she didn't really have a big work time. Just whenever Mr. Milonoh needed a bodyguard. That was her job, you see. She was a body guard/hit man for Milonoh. It was an easy job most of the time. Just stand there and make sure no cops come why Milonoh drank with his "friends". But still, there where times where she didn't like the job so much.
Korin walked down the streets, which had become very full as the 7 o'clock hour rolled around. Korin made up her mind to tack the long way home so she could run to the vet to pick up Cherry and Xan, her cat and lab dog. As she walked she also remembered that she had no milk or dog food at home so she made a note to pick things up.
Korin walked paced the police station and stopped to look at it. She rubbed her left wrist, which held her bracelet. She stood there for a long time before walking away. If she had stayed a little long, she would have seen something that would have made her very weirded out. For as Korin walked away, a woman on a motor bike pulled into the station.
Sara Pizzini pulled into her parking spot and took off her helmet. She looked around and then rubbed her Blade wrist a little before walking inside. She walked into her office to find Danny and Jake sitting there doing paper work and drinking coffee. She walked past Danny, gabbing his coffee cup and taking a sip.
"Hey, Pez, good morning to you, too." Danny said, taking back his coffee.
"Come on, Danny," Sara bagged. "I need coffee! I had such a bad night!"
"Yeah, well, why not drink the cup on you desk, Pez." Jack said, almost laughing. Sara looked over at her desk and saw a hot mug of coffee sitting there.
"Thanks, guys," Sara said before sitting down and taking a big swig of her coffee. "So, what's up for today beside a howl ton of boring paper work?"
Danny stood up and tossed Sara a folder, which she opened and looked over. "Tommy Johnson, age 24, drug dealer. Shot in the hear three times and stabbed twice." Sara raised an eyebrow at the photos in the folder. "Found dead outside the park at three PM last night."
"So was it the shots threw the head or the stabbing that killed him?" Sara asked.
"Neither." Jake said. Sara looked up at him.
"What?" She asked.
"He was poisoned, then stabbed then shot." Danny said.
"Your saying we got a killer who shots the people after he kills them?" Sara asked, running her hand threw her hair.
"That's what it looks like." Jake said. "The weirdest part is, there's no bullets of prints anywhere. This guy's killer was really good and knew what he was doing. Meaning he was trained." Sara couldn't help but think of Ian Nottingham, a hit man who worked for Irons.
"Well, I guess the first thing to do is see if anything like this has happened before." Sara said before tacking another big sip of her coffee. There was a knock on the door and Sara, Danny, and Jake turned to see Sherry, one of the newer cops smiling at them. "What's up, Sher?" Sara asked.
"You've got a friend here to see you, Pez." Sherry said before walking away. Sara looked and saw a tall dark man standing at the front desk looking at her. Sara told Danny and Jake she'd be right back before walking out towered the figure.
"What are you doing here, Nottingham?" Sara asked, glaring at her stalker.
"Sara," Ian said looking her right in the eyes, which made her shiver. "Is there somewhere we can talk in privet?" Ian's voice sounded more alert and worried then Sara had ever heard it.
"Uh... yeah..." Sara led Ian into an empty room and shut the door. "What's up, Ian?" Sara asked, sitting down. Ian stayed standing and looked down at his feet without talking. "You planing on saying something, Nottingham?" Sara snapped getting more and more angry.
"Has the Witchblade been giving you any dreams?" Ian asked all in a hurry. Sara raised her eyebrows.
"Uhh... no.... why do you ask?" Sara wondered.
"It is nothing...," Ian said, turning to walk away.
"Hey, why you're here..." Ian turned as Sara handed him the folder she still had in his hand. "Can you tell me what you know about this killing?"
Ian flipped threw the folder and with each page, his eye grew very wide. "This-this can't be..." Ian said still flipping threw the folder. Sara raised an eyebrow.
"Something you want to share with the howl class there, Ian?" Sara asked.
"I... I've had a dream about this... a lot of dreams about this!" Ian said.
"You had a dream about this killing?" Sara asked.
"No-- I had a dream that this same kind of death happened to-"
"To who, Ian?!" Sara almost yelled.
"To me and you, Sara!" Ian yelled back. "To you and me and... to someone else..."
"Who?"
"I'm not sure." Ian shook his head. "I can never get a really good picture of them and I never remember what I did see when I wake up. But every night the dreams get a little long and a little clearer. Some things change each time and some things stay the same."
"OK, OK, tell me some of the things that always happen." Sara said.
"Well, I see you and me and that other person... first we are talking and then we are walking into a club... then there's these guys I can never make out and they kill us." Ian said all of this on one breath.
"Do you know what Club we are in?" Sara asked. Ian shook his head.
"I do know the streets it's on... I saw it in my dreams just last night. The Club is on 5th."
"OK... let's see... there are only a few Clubs on the street so meet me outside Club Eleven... you do know where that is, right, Nottingham?" Sara asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, Sara, I know where that is." Ian said.
"Good. Meet me out there out side there at six tonight and don't be late." Sara stood up and opened the door. "I'll see you at six." Ian nodded and left, handing Sara the folder at the same time. Sara sighed and walked back to Danny and Jack. When she walked in, the two boys looked up.
"What was that all about?" Jake asked.
"Nothing big." Sara said. "So, lets go take a look at the murder site, huh?"
~~
Korin stood at the front desk of the vets with two shopping bags in her hands. A lady came out holding a cat in a traveling cage and a fully-grown lab dog. Korin smiled. "Hey you two." She said petting the dog's head and touching the cat's noise. "Oh I missed you guys. Thanks so much for looking out for them." This was said to the lady.
"Oh, it's nothing at all, Korin." The lady smiled. "Well, you've paid so your all set and all see Xan here," She patted the dog's head, "In a few months for his next flee bath.
"OK, have a nice day." Korin said as she hooked up Xan to a leach and took Cherry's cage. She walked out of the vet and down the side walk. "Boy, have I had a bad time without you." She told her pets. "Come on, let's get you guys home."
Korin opened the door to her apartment and flipped on the lights. "Home sweet home." Korin said letting Xan of his leach and letting Cherry out of her cage. Xan began to sniff around the apartment as if to make sure nothing had changed since he had left. Cherry rubbed Korin's leg lovingly before going and lying down on Korin's bed.
Korin smiled as she flung herself onto her sofa with a large sigh. She sat there staring at the walls and watching Xan stick his noise into a plant. Korin turned on the TV and stared blankly at it not really paying notice to what was on. Before she knew it, she was fast asleep.
~~
That night, Korin stood outside Milonoh's office building waiting for him to come out. The door's opened and Korin stood nodded to Milonoh who nodded back. Korin opened the car door for her boss and then got in herself. The driver took off towered 5th street.
Inside the Club, Korin and Milonoh where greeted by a 40 year old man with brown hair. "Toni, Toni," The man said shacking Milonoh's hand. "It's so good to see you again."
"Hello Josh." Milonoh said. "Yes it is very nice to see you too. I'd like for you too meet Korin Miller," Korin nodded and Josh smiled at her. "Korin this is Josh."
"It's nice to meet you." Josh said. "Well, shall we get some drinks? I have a top level booth for us if you'll fallow me." Korin walked behind Milonoh looking around her. Everywhere she looked people where dancing and making out. She could see some fool up on stage singing some up beat song. Milonoh and Josh sat up in their both on the top floor of the club. Korin stood behind them. The night went on. Korin had a Bloody Marry or two as she watched the two men talking. She only moved when she heard her name come up in the men's talking.
"Korin does a very nice job. She one of the best body guards I've ever had." Milonoh said. Korin blushed a little. "Why, she could do anything and everything I ask her to."
"Oh really?" Josh said. "Can she sing?" He looked right at Korin and looked her in the eyes.
"Sure, couldn't you, Korin?" Milonoh asked. Korin only nodded.
"Well, maybe, but can she get the howl club to agree that she is a good singer?" Josh put a twenty in front of Milonoh. "Twenty bucks says she can't get the howl crowd cheering." Milonoh looked at Korin, who, after a moment or two, nodded her head. Milonoh smiled.
"It's a deal then." Milonoh said. "Go ahead, Korin, show is what you got."
Korin sighed as she walked towered the stage.
~~
Sara and Ian entered Club Chaos, which was the last club on the street. Sara looked around and so did Ian. Sara sighed and turned to face her stalker.
"See anything thing that was in your dream?" Sara asked. Ian nodded and pointed towered the bar when a guy was mixing drinks. She and Ian walked over and sat at the bar.
"Hey, what can I get ya?" The man asked.
"Yeah, I'll have a beer." Sara said.
"I'll have a Bloody Marry." Ian said.
A beer and a Blood Marry coming right up." The man said smiling.
Sara looked at Ian. "I didn't know you drank Bloody Mary's." Sara said. Ian shrugged.
"There's a lot you don't know about me, Sara." Ian said. Sara nodded. I guess not. She thought.
"Here you are, a beer and a Bloody Marry." The man gave them their drinks. "If there's anything else, just ask."
Sara and Ian sipped their drinks and looked out across the club. Ian kept looking for anything that look like it was from his dream then he saw her. The woman with long crimson red hair walking towered the stage. He kept his eyes on her and watched her move skillfully across the dance floor. Then she went up on the stage and up to the microphone.
Korin could feel eyes on her. She hadn't known what she was going to sing until just now. She pushed the buttons on the computer that had the list of songs and walked up to the microphone.
Momma please stop cryin, I can't stand the sound
Your pain is painful and its tearin' me down
I hear glasses breakin as I sit up in my bed
I told dad you didn't mean those nasty things you
said
Korin sang each word as though she where telling the story as it happened. She could feel every pair of eyes in the room watching her but she only closed her eyes and sang.
You fight about money, bout me and my brother
And this I come home to, this is my shelter
It ain't easy growin up in World War III
Never knowin what love could be, you'll see
I don't want love to destroy me like it has done
my family
Ian put down his drink. "I'll be right back." He told Sara before walking off trying to get closer to the stage. He knew this girl... but how?
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better, Mommy I'll do anything
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't
leave
Korin got pictures of her own family as she sang. Her father had been a mean man but her mother had been worse. She would always yell at her brother who had killed himself when he was 13. The song she was up there singing was her favorite because it was the story of her life.
Daddy please stop yellin, I can't stand the sound
Make mama stop cryin, cuz I need you around
My mama she loves you, no matter what she says
its true
I know that she hurts you, but remember I love
you, too
Ian looked up at Korin from the dance floor. He felt his heart beat. How did he know this girl? She was so amazing. Ian had never seen anyone quite like this girl.
I ran away today, ran from the noise, ran away
Don't wanna go back to that place, but don't have
no choice, no way
It ain't easy growin up in World War III
Never knowin what love could be, well I've seen
I don't want love to destroy me like it did my
family
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better, Mommy I'll do anything
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't
leave
Milonoh let a large grin come across his face. He knew full well that Korin was a wonderful singer. In fact, he had walked into a club one time and found her singing, even though this was before he had hired her.
In our family portrait, we look pretty happy
Let's play pretend, let's act like it comes
naturally
I don't wanna have to split the holidays
I don't want two addresses
I don't want a step-brother anyways
And I don't want my mom to have to change her
last name
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
We look pretty normal, let's go back to that
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
Let's play pretend, act like it goes naturally
Ian wanted to get closer to her. He had to tlak to her as soon as the song was done. He tryed to get closer to the stage.
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)
We look pretty normal, let's go back to that
(I promise I'll be better, Mommy I'll do
anything)
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)
Let's play pretend act and like it comes so
naturally
(I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't
leave)
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)
We look pretty normal, let's go back to that
(I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't
leave)
Even though Korin could feel everyone watching her, when she opened her eyes she only saw one man dressed all in black with curly black hair. That's weird. Korin thought. He looks- like someone I know...
Daddy don't leave
Daddy don't leave
Daddy don't leave
Turn around please
Remember that the night you left you took my
shining star?
Daddy don't leave
Daddy don't leave
Daddy don't leave
Don't leave us here alone
Mom will be nicer
I'll be so much better, I'll tell my brother
Oh, I won't spill the milk at dinner
I'll be so much better, I'll do everything right
I'll be your little girl forever
I'll go to sleep at night
At the end of the song, the crowd cheered for a good five minutes. Korin bowed a few times and hurried off the stage. She worked her way threw the crowd, knowing that the man she had seen was trying to fallow her.
Ian tried in vain to keep up with the girl but soon she was lost in the waves of people. He sighed and went to go set down again.
"Well done, Korin." Milonoh said, putting away his wallet. "I must say, you did a wonderful job out there. Way to make me happy."
Korin smiled and nodded before returning to her place behind Milonoh. She looked out at the people mbelow just in time to see the tall dark man leaving with a girl. She sighed. She couldn't help but wonder who he reminded her of.
A/N Ok, there's the first chapter. FEEDBACK PLEASE! I really would like to know what you thought. Also, I'm going to try and post a new chapter every week. Ok well, feedback please.... I think I said that before... oh well.