The usual disclaimers. I'm simply playing with someone else's stuff.
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The characters belong to Top cow and TNT as do all their toys and appliances, including the Witchblade. Smiley, Tank man and the toilet tank lid are, however, mine. Why do I get all the crappy characters?
Excuses, apologies and warnings.
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Even though a tome is a book I described it as a box because I imagined that's what this particular one would look like in an unopened state.
I apologize in advance if some thoughts and actions are a bit over the top *certain characters DO react very passionately on the show sometimes*.
*warning* There is some mild swearing.
Tenebrous
Part 2
chapter 1
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The wielder's familiar voice greeted him. "Gabe, thank god! I was beginning to get frantic. Why weren't you answering your phone?"
"Sara? Hey, is everything okay?"
He hoped the people that had been after him and trashed his place hadn't also gone after the wielder. The fact that Ian had let him talk to her, however, made it obvious he was being used as bait.
"I don't know? Is it?" Sara asked, sounding a bit worried yet cross. "The Witchblade went crazy and a lot of the images were of you being attacked and tied up. Are you at home?"
"Yeah. I'm not too bad really, just sporting a lot of gear I'd rather not. Dog collars aren't really my thing."
Ian was annoyed. The impudent little brat was chatting away as if he was discussing the weather rather than addressing the fact that he was bound head to foot in his demolished apartment with dead bodies on the floor and an assassin holding the phone to his ear.
"What?!" Sara gasped into the phone.
"Ahhhh, I'd figured you'd seen that in your vision otherwise I wouldn't have mentioned it. It's a bit embarrassing," Gabriel muttered. He hoped the assassin wasn't getting a kick out of his discomfiture.
Ian was getting impatient with the conversation, which seemed to be getting nowhere fast. He was also irked at the realization that he, the strong, highly trained killer with the impressive physique and catlike reflexes was sporting more injuries than his captive. To top it all off the little twerp had delivered said injuries. He cuffed Gabriel upside the head just for good measure.
"OW!" Gabriel yelped before he could stop himself.
"What was that? What happened?", Sara demanded.
"I dunno, he's just being his typical asinine self, I guess," Gabriel grumbled while wishing he had a free hand to rub his throbbing head.
"Who? What he? Gabriel, what is going on? Who is there with you?"
"Nottingham." Gabriel responded, thinking Sara was beginning to sound a bit hysterical.
"Nottingham!" Sara barked into the phone, loud enough for the assassin himself to hear.
Gabriel didn't seem to be getting any nearer to playing the part the assassin had planned out for him. The 'Damsel in distress' is supposed to cry "Sara! Come save me!", not behave as if it were just another day at the office. The assassin decided to intervene. He pulled the phone away and put it to his own ear.
"Hello, Lady Sara." He crooned.
"What the hell is going on?!" Sara demanded. She had grabbed her gun and jacket and was heading towards her Buell. "I told you to leave my friends alone."
The threat in her voice sent delicious thrills down Ian's spine. *GOD, she's sexy when she's angry.*
"I have not harmed him," he replied smoothly.
"BULLSHIT, Nottingham! I heard him yelp," she seethed.
Ian had a retort but was unwilling to admit that the brat had done worse damage to him. Besides, saying "He kicked me first" sounded childish. " I saved his life Sara," he stated, deciding to focus on the larger, more impressive picture.
"Oh really?", she snapped, not sounding the least bit convinced. "Well, let's see if you can save your own!" She pocketed the phone and started her bike. She was not about to allow Nottingham to toy with her friend.
Ian was giddy with joy. If he were alone he may have performed a few cartwheels just to release some of the overwhelming excitement and anticipation that was flooding through him. Everything was falling into place and one very angry, hot and sexy detective was on her way.
With an obscenely feral grin plastered on his face, Ian turned to Gabriel. Not knowing the reason behind the assassin's extreme expression, Gabriel paled in horror. He was now truly terrified.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if Sara did come, after all.
tbc
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I know, I know *winces*. I still haven't explained things. This part just happened to roll out easily. Putting together all the circumstances leading up to this situation is a bit difficult to do without reading like a 'National Geographic' documentary or a page out of 'Nancy Drew'. It's also very tricky. It will probably take much longer and I may post in short chapters. I dunno yet. I honestly didn't expect such quick and pleasant responses.
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, you lovely reviewers! You are the reason this second chapter is up so soon. I hope you weren't disappointed. You are also the reason I've decided to spend the rest of the afternoon wrestling with the remaining story instead of doing something productive. Hmmm, SHOULD I be thankful? Oh well, at least this is kinda fun. It IS nice to have people say nice things.
pequenop - I sent a reply, but as I'm pretty new to all this, I'm not sure where it went. This is actually my first and likely only WB fic. I wanted to start at the action part because that was my first image and I love reading suspense. I do have a set up for the situation but it's laying about in parts and bits, looking a bit like I imagine gabe's flat.
Again, if there are any Beta readers out there or bored grammar teachers I could really use some help.
***
The characters belong to Top cow and TNT as do all their toys and appliances, including the Witchblade. Smiley, Tank man and the toilet tank lid are, however, mine. Why do I get all the crappy characters?
Excuses, apologies and warnings.
***
Even though a tome is a book I described it as a box because I imagined that's what this particular one would look like in an unopened state.
I apologize in advance if some thoughts and actions are a bit over the top *certain characters DO react very passionately on the show sometimes*.
*warning* There is some mild swearing.
Tenebrous
Part 2
chapter 1
*********************************************************
The wielder's familiar voice greeted him. "Gabe, thank god! I was beginning to get frantic. Why weren't you answering your phone?"
"Sara? Hey, is everything okay?"
He hoped the people that had been after him and trashed his place hadn't also gone after the wielder. The fact that Ian had let him talk to her, however, made it obvious he was being used as bait.
"I don't know? Is it?" Sara asked, sounding a bit worried yet cross. "The Witchblade went crazy and a lot of the images were of you being attacked and tied up. Are you at home?"
"Yeah. I'm not too bad really, just sporting a lot of gear I'd rather not. Dog collars aren't really my thing."
Ian was annoyed. The impudent little brat was chatting away as if he was discussing the weather rather than addressing the fact that he was bound head to foot in his demolished apartment with dead bodies on the floor and an assassin holding the phone to his ear.
"What?!" Sara gasped into the phone.
"Ahhhh, I'd figured you'd seen that in your vision otherwise I wouldn't have mentioned it. It's a bit embarrassing," Gabriel muttered. He hoped the assassin wasn't getting a kick out of his discomfiture.
Ian was getting impatient with the conversation, which seemed to be getting nowhere fast. He was also irked at the realization that he, the strong, highly trained killer with the impressive physique and catlike reflexes was sporting more injuries than his captive. To top it all off the little twerp had delivered said injuries. He cuffed Gabriel upside the head just for good measure.
"OW!" Gabriel yelped before he could stop himself.
"What was that? What happened?", Sara demanded.
"I dunno, he's just being his typical asinine self, I guess," Gabriel grumbled while wishing he had a free hand to rub his throbbing head.
"Who? What he? Gabriel, what is going on? Who is there with you?"
"Nottingham." Gabriel responded, thinking Sara was beginning to sound a bit hysterical.
"Nottingham!" Sara barked into the phone, loud enough for the assassin himself to hear.
Gabriel didn't seem to be getting any nearer to playing the part the assassin had planned out for him. The 'Damsel in distress' is supposed to cry "Sara! Come save me!", not behave as if it were just another day at the office. The assassin decided to intervene. He pulled the phone away and put it to his own ear.
"Hello, Lady Sara." He crooned.
"What the hell is going on?!" Sara demanded. She had grabbed her gun and jacket and was heading towards her Buell. "I told you to leave my friends alone."
The threat in her voice sent delicious thrills down Ian's spine. *GOD, she's sexy when she's angry.*
"I have not harmed him," he replied smoothly.
"BULLSHIT, Nottingham! I heard him yelp," she seethed.
Ian had a retort but was unwilling to admit that the brat had done worse damage to him. Besides, saying "He kicked me first" sounded childish. " I saved his life Sara," he stated, deciding to focus on the larger, more impressive picture.
"Oh really?", she snapped, not sounding the least bit convinced. "Well, let's see if you can save your own!" She pocketed the phone and started her bike. She was not about to allow Nottingham to toy with her friend.
Ian was giddy with joy. If he were alone he may have performed a few cartwheels just to release some of the overwhelming excitement and anticipation that was flooding through him. Everything was falling into place and one very angry, hot and sexy detective was on her way.
With an obscenely feral grin plastered on his face, Ian turned to Gabriel. Not knowing the reason behind the assassin's extreme expression, Gabriel paled in horror. He was now truly terrified.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if Sara did come, after all.
tbc
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I know, I know *winces*. I still haven't explained things. This part just happened to roll out easily. Putting together all the circumstances leading up to this situation is a bit difficult to do without reading like a 'National Geographic' documentary or a page out of 'Nancy Drew'. It's also very tricky. It will probably take much longer and I may post in short chapters. I dunno yet. I honestly didn't expect such quick and pleasant responses.
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, you lovely reviewers! You are the reason this second chapter is up so soon. I hope you weren't disappointed. You are also the reason I've decided to spend the rest of the afternoon wrestling with the remaining story instead of doing something productive. Hmmm, SHOULD I be thankful? Oh well, at least this is kinda fun. It IS nice to have people say nice things.
pequenop - I sent a reply, but as I'm pretty new to all this, I'm not sure where it went. This is actually my first and likely only WB fic. I wanted to start at the action part because that was my first image and I love reading suspense. I do have a set up for the situation but it's laying about in parts and bits, looking a bit like I imagine gabe's flat.
Again, if there are any Beta readers out there or bored grammar teachers I could really use some help.