*Author's Note: I hope no one minds the time jumps I build into these
stories. I promise no more of this size. Chapter One takes place during the
six and final season of Highlander the season, and Chapter two will take
place during the middle of Highlander - Endgame.*
"Kell!" Mark Daniels screamed as he approached Jacob Kell, Faith, Jin Quay, and Peter Shanks. The group had returned to the underground facility Daniels had established in Paris after hitting Sanctuary.
Jacob just laughed with more then a touch of annoyance he answered, "What is it Mark!"
Daniels draws his sword in a swift motion before responding, "I told you to wait! But you still attacked the Sanctuary, and with my men! I told you Connor Macleod can wait. There are greater things out there then your petty need for revenge."
In a second the two men were facing off with each having drawn their swords. Daniels runs toward Kell bringing his sword down in violent stroke toward Kell's head. Kell counters, and laughs at the easy for which he blocks Daniels attack. Arrogant bastard, Daniels thinks as he spins away from Kell and draws a 9mm automatic. His move had frozen the older immortal and left Kell open to attack with a gun. The bullets slam into Kell before the immortal realizes what has happened.
Daniels moves over to Kell. Kell looks up angrily and spits out blood at Daniels. Despite the blood in his mouth he gets out a challenge, "Are you so consumed by desire to rule this world that you would ignore the slaughter of an innocent? "
Daniels smiles, and lowers himself to look into Jacob Kell's eyes, "The death of a priest from five hundred years ago does not concern me. My only concerns are the security of the plans which you will expose to the Watchers, and if you do that I will finish what Connor Macleod started five hundred years ago."
"You cannot stop me from getting my revenge."
"I don't need to, I'm sure Macleod will do that for me."
Daniels backed away from Kell with disgust, but before Kell could react Daniels 9mm barked once more the bullet entering Kell's skull right between his eyes. Daniels looked at the shocked faces of the other immortals who had been following Kell.
"Take him and leave. Your fates are now tied to his. If any of you come back here again I will kill you myself, but I can promise you it won't be quick. Now leave."
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Peter Shanks watched the violent exchange between Kell, and Mark Daniels with more then a little amount of fear. He'd only been immortal for a little over a year, but before that he had been one of the best hit men in Moscow. Yet the exchange between Daniels and Kell had terrified him. Kell's skill with a blade was matched only by his intelligence and brutality. Yet, despite his weaker swords skills Daniels outmatched the older immortal in intelligence, and brutality. As Daniels barked at the other immortals Peter turned away, and just left. He no longer had any desire to join Kell on his path of revenge, and Daniels would clearly no longer let him stay.
The exit Peter took emptied out next to the Seine River next to a bridge. The night air was clear with a full moon out. Suddenly Peter felt it. The pressure inside his head that signaled the arrival of another immortal, one that clearly was more powerful then he was. Spinning quickly around he came face to face with a figure in a black trench coat with a black ski mask covering his face. I so do not need this right now, his mind screamed.
The figure had his sword drawn, and the samurai katana glistened in the moon light like water on the ocean. The figures deep grating voice hit Peter like a fist.
"Peter Shanks."
Drawing his own sword, and assuming a basic defense position he answered with a calm easy voice that did not reflect how he really felt.
"Yes, what do you want?"
"To make the fear growing in you grow. Then revel in it before torturing you, and then finally when your screams no longer please me, I will finally take your head."
The moonlight provides just enough light that even with the ski mask Peter could see the smirk across the man's face. Peter moved from his defense position to attack the man. Peter's sword is defected easily. The man doesn't even move to block his attack. The man now moves bringing his sword down from the block and across Peter's stomach as he spins out. Peter collapses to his knees. Peter looks up waiting for the final strike, but instead the man laughs then draws a 9mm automatic placing it next to Peter's head.
The man's voice shows no sign of exertion just the same deep grating as he speaks once more, "I told Peter how you would die. And trust me I am a man of my word."
The automatic fires, and Peter drops to the ground.
* Author's Note: Who is this man in black? Is it Daniels? Or could he be someone else? And what is he going to do with Peter? Tell me what you think.*
"Kell!" Mark Daniels screamed as he approached Jacob Kell, Faith, Jin Quay, and Peter Shanks. The group had returned to the underground facility Daniels had established in Paris after hitting Sanctuary.
Jacob just laughed with more then a touch of annoyance he answered, "What is it Mark!"
Daniels draws his sword in a swift motion before responding, "I told you to wait! But you still attacked the Sanctuary, and with my men! I told you Connor Macleod can wait. There are greater things out there then your petty need for revenge."
In a second the two men were facing off with each having drawn their swords. Daniels runs toward Kell bringing his sword down in violent stroke toward Kell's head. Kell counters, and laughs at the easy for which he blocks Daniels attack. Arrogant bastard, Daniels thinks as he spins away from Kell and draws a 9mm automatic. His move had frozen the older immortal and left Kell open to attack with a gun. The bullets slam into Kell before the immortal realizes what has happened.
Daniels moves over to Kell. Kell looks up angrily and spits out blood at Daniels. Despite the blood in his mouth he gets out a challenge, "Are you so consumed by desire to rule this world that you would ignore the slaughter of an innocent? "
Daniels smiles, and lowers himself to look into Jacob Kell's eyes, "The death of a priest from five hundred years ago does not concern me. My only concerns are the security of the plans which you will expose to the Watchers, and if you do that I will finish what Connor Macleod started five hundred years ago."
"You cannot stop me from getting my revenge."
"I don't need to, I'm sure Macleod will do that for me."
Daniels backed away from Kell with disgust, but before Kell could react Daniels 9mm barked once more the bullet entering Kell's skull right between his eyes. Daniels looked at the shocked faces of the other immortals who had been following Kell.
"Take him and leave. Your fates are now tied to his. If any of you come back here again I will kill you myself, but I can promise you it won't be quick. Now leave."
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Peter Shanks watched the violent exchange between Kell, and Mark Daniels with more then a little amount of fear. He'd only been immortal for a little over a year, but before that he had been one of the best hit men in Moscow. Yet the exchange between Daniels and Kell had terrified him. Kell's skill with a blade was matched only by his intelligence and brutality. Yet, despite his weaker swords skills Daniels outmatched the older immortal in intelligence, and brutality. As Daniels barked at the other immortals Peter turned away, and just left. He no longer had any desire to join Kell on his path of revenge, and Daniels would clearly no longer let him stay.
The exit Peter took emptied out next to the Seine River next to a bridge. The night air was clear with a full moon out. Suddenly Peter felt it. The pressure inside his head that signaled the arrival of another immortal, one that clearly was more powerful then he was. Spinning quickly around he came face to face with a figure in a black trench coat with a black ski mask covering his face. I so do not need this right now, his mind screamed.
The figure had his sword drawn, and the samurai katana glistened in the moon light like water on the ocean. The figures deep grating voice hit Peter like a fist.
"Peter Shanks."
Drawing his own sword, and assuming a basic defense position he answered with a calm easy voice that did not reflect how he really felt.
"Yes, what do you want?"
"To make the fear growing in you grow. Then revel in it before torturing you, and then finally when your screams no longer please me, I will finally take your head."
The moonlight provides just enough light that even with the ski mask Peter could see the smirk across the man's face. Peter moved from his defense position to attack the man. Peter's sword is defected easily. The man doesn't even move to block his attack. The man now moves bringing his sword down from the block and across Peter's stomach as he spins out. Peter collapses to his knees. Peter looks up waiting for the final strike, but instead the man laughs then draws a 9mm automatic placing it next to Peter's head.
The man's voice shows no sign of exertion just the same deep grating as he speaks once more, "I told Peter how you would die. And trust me I am a man of my word."
The automatic fires, and Peter drops to the ground.
* Author's Note: Who is this man in black? Is it Daniels? Or could he be someone else? And what is he going to do with Peter? Tell me what you think.*