Rage

Methos was stewing. This whole business with Kiar was already out of hand. Silently, he stormed into his chamber, opened his case, and withdrew his sword. After strapping it to his waist, he threw on a coat and headed out into the night to find Kiar.

He drove until he felt the Quickening. Slowly he pulled over and got out. There was a rundown hotel across the street. He crossed in front of oncoming traffic and didn't bother to even look when cars honked their horns at him. Instinct took over and he followed his senses. He was led to a room on the third floor. He could hear noise from inside. He drew his sword and kicked open the door. There were three Immortals inside, none of them Kiar. They stared at him for a moment and then sprang to their feet with weapons in hand. Methos could sense that they were still young for Immortals. His senses left him and he advanced. The first of the three moved up and made a swing. He sidestepped the swing with a turn and came back around with a decapitating blow. The body dropped and Methos turned to face the other two. They came at him at once and attacked. Methos kicked one in the stomach to double him up and blocked the strike of the second with his blade. Then with a blinding speed he swung at the neck of the one he had kicked. His strike hit true and the Immortal's head flew off. He spun his weapon around behind himself and stabbed the last one in the chest. Almost instantly he withdrew his blade from the man's chest and spun about to face him. With an overhand swing he slashed the helpless Immortal across the chest. The Immortal was helpless as Methos swung one last time and severed his head. Within seconds, the bodies rose and lightning crackled about the room.

Across town, Dawson was at the sight of Kiar's latest handiwork when his cellular phone went off. He checked to see who was calling and answered. "Dawson," he said.

"Dawson, its Duncan."

"Mac, what is it?

"I went to go see Methos at home. He was leaving in a rush so I decided to follow him. He stopped across the street from the Valmont Hotel, went inside, and took three heads."

"He did WHAT?" shouted Dawson.

"What's going on Dawson?" asked Duncan.

"I'm pissed off," said Methos. Duncan turned towards Methos and was promptly punched in the mouth. Duncan was knocked off of his feet from the force of the blow and dropped his cellular. Methos bent down and picked it up. "He'll have to call you back later, Dawson." With that he hung up and hefted Duncan to his feet. Blood was trickling from his mouth. He started to say something, but before he could get any words out Methos punched him in the mouth again.

"Get off my ass, MacLeod," Methos hissed. "Or one of us is going to lose his head."

Duncan could feel the anger and hate emanating from Methos. This was not like him. He tried to get to his feet, but was met with Methos's boot in his face and everything went black.

Methos calmly brushed himself off and went back to his car. Once inside, he could feel his rage ebbing.

To be continued…