[Witchblade]
[2nd Series]
She Has Come
Sarah laid back on her sofa and she gazed at the bracelet, the Witchblade. She had used it to kill, to protect and to survive, yet she didn't know if it was an object of good. Sometimes she almost thought she could feel it thinking and feeling, she was chosen to wear and use the blade according to Irons and Nottingham but did she truly wield it or did it wield her? From the moment she first put the bracelet on she felt as if everything was linked that it was leading her, controlling her. Her world had never been a simple think, being a homicide cop she had chosen a life of being always in the shadows chasing criminals through the darkness, always trying to reach the light on the other side. But now everything was different the Witchblade affected her work and her personal life, she stopped staring at the blade and looked at the ceiling. Truth was she didn't have any kind of life at the moment, the Witchblade had taken it from her and now everything she did some how led back to the blade. The phone began ringing; jolting her back to the present she sat up, reached over and answered it. "Hello Sarah" It was Ian Nottingham, Irons servant, protégé and son. She looked at the Witchblade and the stone glowed red, her mind replaying Nottingham drawing the sword across Daniel's neck, Daniel holding his throat and falling on to his knees. Her lips tighten as the anger flew through her; she sat straight in the chair willing her voice to keep steady. "You son of a bitch, what do you want"? "Are you angry with me Sarah"? He sounded almost surprised, as if she didn't have any reason to feel the hate she felt for him. "Angry, angry.you tried to kill him" "No Sarah, he couldn't be killed not by me anyway, only the Witchblade could kill him but you know that Sarah" The Witchblade glowed red and in her mind she saw herself plunging the blade into Daniels chest as if she was happening for the first time. "Why"? She heard the force and the pleading mixed together in her voice, she felt almost pitiful having to ask him for the answers. "I knew who he was, I was frightened for you Sarah, he could have harmed your friends or you. I did it to show you he was immortal so he would have to tell you the truth." Nottingham browed creased as he fought of her in bed with the man, he had done it out of jealously as well. "Why didn't you just tell me"? "You were in love Sarah, would you have believed me"? He closed his eyes at the word love, and with his gloved hand he traced the outline of her body on to the glass of the phone booth. "Why are you calling"? She wanted to get away from his calm voice and the memories it brought with it. "There is a woman Sarah who seeks to wear the Witchblade, she has searched all her life for it and now she has found you she will do whatever she has to so she can have the power it offers" He looked up to her apartment window "Goodnight Sarah" he blew her a kiss, replaced the handset and disappeared into the night. Sarah put the phone down "Goodnight then" she said to her empty apartment. She felt something inside that shocked her she was sorry that he was gone. He was the only one who knew everything, Gabriel knew about the Witchblade but not about all what it could do and what she had done with it. She had killed Irons and in Nottingham own words orphan him. Iron's was Evil and he had killed with the spear and then forced her into fighting him, she had killed him but he hadn't stayed dead, he still survived in some phantom way. Ian knew what she was capable of, he felt indebted to her for setting him free of Irons and for saving his life. His professing of his love for her was always awkward and hell sometimes even creepy but he had looked out for her more then once. There relationship was.Jesus she closed her eyes and shook her head.they shouldn't even have a relationship she killed his father he was somehow still in league with Irons and there was the feeling he gave her. It came from deep within herself the Witchblade brought it out, in a pass life she had been Joan of Arc hadn't she? In another past life had she and Nottingham known each other?
In another part of town 'Dynamites' a hit club was rocking into midnight, hundreds of people danced, jumped, poised, threw up and fell over drunk though out the club. There was one woman that sat still watching the crowd on the dance fall moving to the music, a slow song started to play, it had a sexy tune which made the woman stand up and cross the dance fall. The club goers all slowed down and around the woman a circle appeared no one saw it but no one crossed it either. She walked over to a girl who was moving seductively to the music twisting up and down, her arms entwining in and out of one another. The woman reached forward and placed a hand on the girl's shoulder, suddenly the girl stopped dancing and stared into the woman's eyes, she never looked away again.
Danny, Jake and Sarah arrived at the crime scene; a alleyway between two apartment complexes and went over to the body, a young girl of about twenty lying naked with deep scars all over her body, it looked as if all her blood and seeped out of the cuts covering all her skin in its redness. "Hey Pez, check this out" Danny was crouch down near the corpse, examining a stamp on the right hand. "It looks like one of those stamps they give when you pay to get into a bar or club, can you make out the name" Sarah lent forward and her touch brushed the girl's hand, at once as if she was there herself she saw the dead girl alive and dancing in a large crowd. "Dynamites" she answer pulling away from the hand "Hey I've been to that place its cool" Jake interrupted "Cool" Danny asked raising an eyebrow at Jake and sharing a smile with Sarah "Yeah well it's probably the last place this girl was, we should go and question people see if they saw anything" Sarah said pulling off the plastic gloves "Jake your with me, Danny you want stay here, check the scene and wait for them to come and take the girl in" "Cool Dude" Danny said smiling jokingly at Jake.
They met back at the Precinct, they went over what they knew which turned out to be very little. No one at the club saw anything unusual, no one there remembered anything odd, no one knew the girl or who she came or went with. Danny said that there was nothing at the scene, they decided to go door to door in the apartment buildings, and perhaps the girl had lived there. They still had to check with Vicky who was working on the girl's body. When Danny and Sarah walked in Vicky was pulling of her gloves and throwing them in the trash can. She looked tired and over worked Sarah thought but then again didn't they all? "So are you ready for something weird" "Another weird case for us, like I'm so surprised" Sarah said coming over and standing to the side of the body, when Danny was by her side Vicky pulled back the sheet that had been covering the dead girl from the neck down. Their faces paled and they tried not to let their eyes linger on the body; neither had seen anything like this before. "Jesus" said Sarah "Damn" this was from Danny. Vicky smiled with appreciation, it felt good to be able to shock them; working in her job she had out grown the shock and sickness that came with looking at the bodies of the dead, now she was only ever slightly surprised at the extent of damage one person could inflict on another. The blood now removed from the body the scars could be made out, they weren't just cuts they were words. Someone had used the dead girl to carry a message, had used her smooth white flesh to repeat the same sentence over and over. "She has come" Danny whispered, Sarah heard Danny's voice and then Nottingham's voice "There is a woman Sarah who seeks to wear the Witchblade".
She Has Come
Sarah laid back on her sofa and she gazed at the bracelet, the Witchblade. She had used it to kill, to protect and to survive, yet she didn't know if it was an object of good. Sometimes she almost thought she could feel it thinking and feeling, she was chosen to wear and use the blade according to Irons and Nottingham but did she truly wield it or did it wield her? From the moment she first put the bracelet on she felt as if everything was linked that it was leading her, controlling her. Her world had never been a simple think, being a homicide cop she had chosen a life of being always in the shadows chasing criminals through the darkness, always trying to reach the light on the other side. But now everything was different the Witchblade affected her work and her personal life, she stopped staring at the blade and looked at the ceiling. Truth was she didn't have any kind of life at the moment, the Witchblade had taken it from her and now everything she did some how led back to the blade. The phone began ringing; jolting her back to the present she sat up, reached over and answered it. "Hello Sarah" It was Ian Nottingham, Irons servant, protégé and son. She looked at the Witchblade and the stone glowed red, her mind replaying Nottingham drawing the sword across Daniel's neck, Daniel holding his throat and falling on to his knees. Her lips tighten as the anger flew through her; she sat straight in the chair willing her voice to keep steady. "You son of a bitch, what do you want"? "Are you angry with me Sarah"? He sounded almost surprised, as if she didn't have any reason to feel the hate she felt for him. "Angry, angry.you tried to kill him" "No Sarah, he couldn't be killed not by me anyway, only the Witchblade could kill him but you know that Sarah" The Witchblade glowed red and in her mind she saw herself plunging the blade into Daniels chest as if she was happening for the first time. "Why"? She heard the force and the pleading mixed together in her voice, she felt almost pitiful having to ask him for the answers. "I knew who he was, I was frightened for you Sarah, he could have harmed your friends or you. I did it to show you he was immortal so he would have to tell you the truth." Nottingham browed creased as he fought of her in bed with the man, he had done it out of jealously as well. "Why didn't you just tell me"? "You were in love Sarah, would you have believed me"? He closed his eyes at the word love, and with his gloved hand he traced the outline of her body on to the glass of the phone booth. "Why are you calling"? She wanted to get away from his calm voice and the memories it brought with it. "There is a woman Sarah who seeks to wear the Witchblade, she has searched all her life for it and now she has found you she will do whatever she has to so she can have the power it offers" He looked up to her apartment window "Goodnight Sarah" he blew her a kiss, replaced the handset and disappeared into the night. Sarah put the phone down "Goodnight then" she said to her empty apartment. She felt something inside that shocked her she was sorry that he was gone. He was the only one who knew everything, Gabriel knew about the Witchblade but not about all what it could do and what she had done with it. She had killed Irons and in Nottingham own words orphan him. Iron's was Evil and he had killed with the spear and then forced her into fighting him, she had killed him but he hadn't stayed dead, he still survived in some phantom way. Ian knew what she was capable of, he felt indebted to her for setting him free of Irons and for saving his life. His professing of his love for her was always awkward and hell sometimes even creepy but he had looked out for her more then once. There relationship was.Jesus she closed her eyes and shook her head.they shouldn't even have a relationship she killed his father he was somehow still in league with Irons and there was the feeling he gave her. It came from deep within herself the Witchblade brought it out, in a pass life she had been Joan of Arc hadn't she? In another past life had she and Nottingham known each other?
In another part of town 'Dynamites' a hit club was rocking into midnight, hundreds of people danced, jumped, poised, threw up and fell over drunk though out the club. There was one woman that sat still watching the crowd on the dance fall moving to the music, a slow song started to play, it had a sexy tune which made the woman stand up and cross the dance fall. The club goers all slowed down and around the woman a circle appeared no one saw it but no one crossed it either. She walked over to a girl who was moving seductively to the music twisting up and down, her arms entwining in and out of one another. The woman reached forward and placed a hand on the girl's shoulder, suddenly the girl stopped dancing and stared into the woman's eyes, she never looked away again.
Danny, Jake and Sarah arrived at the crime scene; a alleyway between two apartment complexes and went over to the body, a young girl of about twenty lying naked with deep scars all over her body, it looked as if all her blood and seeped out of the cuts covering all her skin in its redness. "Hey Pez, check this out" Danny was crouch down near the corpse, examining a stamp on the right hand. "It looks like one of those stamps they give when you pay to get into a bar or club, can you make out the name" Sarah lent forward and her touch brushed the girl's hand, at once as if she was there herself she saw the dead girl alive and dancing in a large crowd. "Dynamites" she answer pulling away from the hand "Hey I've been to that place its cool" Jake interrupted "Cool" Danny asked raising an eyebrow at Jake and sharing a smile with Sarah "Yeah well it's probably the last place this girl was, we should go and question people see if they saw anything" Sarah said pulling off the plastic gloves "Jake your with me, Danny you want stay here, check the scene and wait for them to come and take the girl in" "Cool Dude" Danny said smiling jokingly at Jake.
They met back at the Precinct, they went over what they knew which turned out to be very little. No one at the club saw anything unusual, no one there remembered anything odd, no one knew the girl or who she came or went with. Danny said that there was nothing at the scene, they decided to go door to door in the apartment buildings, and perhaps the girl had lived there. They still had to check with Vicky who was working on the girl's body. When Danny and Sarah walked in Vicky was pulling of her gloves and throwing them in the trash can. She looked tired and over worked Sarah thought but then again didn't they all? "So are you ready for something weird" "Another weird case for us, like I'm so surprised" Sarah said coming over and standing to the side of the body, when Danny was by her side Vicky pulled back the sheet that had been covering the dead girl from the neck down. Their faces paled and they tried not to let their eyes linger on the body; neither had seen anything like this before. "Jesus" said Sarah "Damn" this was from Danny. Vicky smiled with appreciation, it felt good to be able to shock them; working in her job she had out grown the shock and sickness that came with looking at the bodies of the dead, now she was only ever slightly surprised at the extent of damage one person could inflict on another. The blood now removed from the body the scars could be made out, they weren't just cuts they were words. Someone had used the dead girl to carry a message, had used her smooth white flesh to repeat the same sentence over and over. "She has come" Danny whispered, Sarah heard Danny's voice and then Nottingham's voice "There is a woman Sarah who seeks to wear the Witchblade".
