Disclaimer:
I own nothing (except for any original characters you may find), am making no money off this (kind of like my real life career), and am doing this purely for my personal pleasure (which is the only reason I attempt to write).
Chapter Six
(Two weeks later)
Thanks to the efforts of their undercover cop, Cascade P.D. and the local district attorney had enough evidence for an arrest warrant for Gerhardt and his followers. Blair, though he did not participate in Gerhardt's arrest, he was there to witness the moment and help arrest others.
"You just wait," Gerhardt hissed as he was brought past Blair. "I'll be out soon."
"Looking forward to it pal," Blair shot back, smirking at his old adversary.
Jim helped escort their suspects out of the main building and into the waiting police cars. Once they were alone, he turned to Blair. "So, Chief. Gerhardt is going to be locked away for a long time. You don't have to deal with him now."
Blair looked at his partner with mild disbelief. "Jim, what makes you think he's going to stay in jail? If I were he, I'd kill myself and come after him as soon as I could. It's not over."
"When he shows up, we'll just arrest him again," Jim said, reasoning the coming events as a cop would.
"No you won't," Blair said calmly. "There is to be no outside interference once a challenge has been made. I will kill him."
"How can you be sure that you'll win?"
Blair shook his head. "Thanks for the vote of confidence. Anyways, I know I'll win because of two reasons. One, I have to win. Two, I am that good," He replied, an unfamiliar ring of confidence in his voice.
**********
Just as Blair predicted, the next day Gerhardt killed himself, by hanging, in his jail cell. Blair and Jim had gotten word that their main suspect was dead. They were told that the body was now in the morgue, waiting for the autopsy. Blair, feeling a sense of dread, told the attendant to be careful.
The attendant, not understanding what Blair was talking about, shrugged and hung up. He did not see Gerhardt rise up from the slab. He briefly felt the dead man's arms around his throat before the sharp cracking of neck bones being broken could be heard.
Gerhardt found his discarded clothes and sword – a barbarian given to him by his teacher. Dressing quickly, he stole out of the medical examiner's office. Once he stepped out of the building, through the back door, he felt a familiar buzz at the back of his skull, announcing the arrival of another Immortal.
"Etienne, or Blair Sandberg – a Jew name, how fitting – are you ready to meet your fate?" he laughed.
Blair stood there and simply looked at his enemy, ignoring Gerhardt's ignorant taunts. "Not here dumb ass, too many mortal around. Meet me here in an hour," Blair said and tossed a card on the ground. He then turned and walked away. He did not bother to wait for a response. He knew that the old Nazi would rise to the challenge; he wasn't smart enough to not do so.
**********
Exactly one hour later, Gerhardt stepped into an old warehouse located in an industrial area of Cascade. Immediately he felt Sandberg's presence. "I'm here," he called out. "Let's finish it."
Blair did not say anything. He simply shrugged out of his coat and raised his sword in a semi-salute.
They circled each other, neither of them taking their eyes off the other. Blair held his sword in a strong one-handed grip, while Gerhardt grasped his short sword in a two-handed grip.
Just as they were getting ready to strike, they felt the presence of another Immortal. Both combatants glanced over at the door and saw Methos arrive, followed by the much larger figure of Jim.
"Stay out of it Jim," Blair cautioned. "Adam, make sure he does."
Methos nodded and moved himself and Jim off to the side. They had talked earlier. Blair knew that Jim would have to see the fight for himself. They guy was just way too curious for his own good. However, Methos swore that, one, Jim would not get involved in the fight; and, two, Methos would take care of Gerhardt if he should fail.
Blair smiled coldly at his opponent and attacked.
They slashed at each other, their swords clashing loudly. Due the force of their blows, their swords sent off small ripples of electricity and momentarily locked their blades together.
Back and forth they fought, neither of them giving an inch. Blair was sweating. Gerhardt was good, he acknowledged. He was slightly mollified by the fact that Gerhardt was also putting out as much effort as he was, if not more.
Suddenly, Gerhardt got inside Blair's defenses and slashed his arm. First blood.
Blair hissed at the pain and felt his blood form a river, running down his arm. He had dropped his guard momentarily and allowed Gerhardt to take advantage of that moment. Grimacing, his pushed past the pain and focused on the task at hand.
Raising his sword in a high guard, with both hands on the hilt, Blair smoothly snaked one hand into his sleeve and pulled out a Bowie knife that he had kept there. It was an inelegant weapon, but it was an effective tool. Moving swiftly, Blair stepped into Gerhardt's space and stabbed him in the stomach, deep and upwards he angled the blade.
Gerhardt grabbed at his stomach, trying to pull the knife out of his body, dropping his sword and falling to his knees.
Blair, expressionless, stepped back and cocked his sword back and swung it down, severing the head from the body.
The lightening came, radiating out from the headless body. It engulfed Blair, surrounding him, before it's blue tendrils shot through his body. The force and power surprised him, causing him to scream along with the agony of having lighting run through his body. Gerhardt, while young, had gathered an amazing amount of power.
After the lightning had knocked him off his feet and on to his knees, the lightning proceeded to strike the windows and lights, blowing them to pieces, showering Jim and Methos with glass.
Soon it was over, leaving Blair exhausted and shaky. However, he had won; though he placed himself back in the game, the world was, in his opinion, a better place without Martin Gerhardt.
I own nothing (except for any original characters you may find), am making no money off this (kind of like my real life career), and am doing this purely for my personal pleasure (which is the only reason I attempt to write).
Chapter Six
(Two weeks later)
Thanks to the efforts of their undercover cop, Cascade P.D. and the local district attorney had enough evidence for an arrest warrant for Gerhardt and his followers. Blair, though he did not participate in Gerhardt's arrest, he was there to witness the moment and help arrest others.
"You just wait," Gerhardt hissed as he was brought past Blair. "I'll be out soon."
"Looking forward to it pal," Blair shot back, smirking at his old adversary.
Jim helped escort their suspects out of the main building and into the waiting police cars. Once they were alone, he turned to Blair. "So, Chief. Gerhardt is going to be locked away for a long time. You don't have to deal with him now."
Blair looked at his partner with mild disbelief. "Jim, what makes you think he's going to stay in jail? If I were he, I'd kill myself and come after him as soon as I could. It's not over."
"When he shows up, we'll just arrest him again," Jim said, reasoning the coming events as a cop would.
"No you won't," Blair said calmly. "There is to be no outside interference once a challenge has been made. I will kill him."
"How can you be sure that you'll win?"
Blair shook his head. "Thanks for the vote of confidence. Anyways, I know I'll win because of two reasons. One, I have to win. Two, I am that good," He replied, an unfamiliar ring of confidence in his voice.
**********
Just as Blair predicted, the next day Gerhardt killed himself, by hanging, in his jail cell. Blair and Jim had gotten word that their main suspect was dead. They were told that the body was now in the morgue, waiting for the autopsy. Blair, feeling a sense of dread, told the attendant to be careful.
The attendant, not understanding what Blair was talking about, shrugged and hung up. He did not see Gerhardt rise up from the slab. He briefly felt the dead man's arms around his throat before the sharp cracking of neck bones being broken could be heard.
Gerhardt found his discarded clothes and sword – a barbarian given to him by his teacher. Dressing quickly, he stole out of the medical examiner's office. Once he stepped out of the building, through the back door, he felt a familiar buzz at the back of his skull, announcing the arrival of another Immortal.
"Etienne, or Blair Sandberg – a Jew name, how fitting – are you ready to meet your fate?" he laughed.
Blair stood there and simply looked at his enemy, ignoring Gerhardt's ignorant taunts. "Not here dumb ass, too many mortal around. Meet me here in an hour," Blair said and tossed a card on the ground. He then turned and walked away. He did not bother to wait for a response. He knew that the old Nazi would rise to the challenge; he wasn't smart enough to not do so.
**********
Exactly one hour later, Gerhardt stepped into an old warehouse located in an industrial area of Cascade. Immediately he felt Sandberg's presence. "I'm here," he called out. "Let's finish it."
Blair did not say anything. He simply shrugged out of his coat and raised his sword in a semi-salute.
They circled each other, neither of them taking their eyes off the other. Blair held his sword in a strong one-handed grip, while Gerhardt grasped his short sword in a two-handed grip.
Just as they were getting ready to strike, they felt the presence of another Immortal. Both combatants glanced over at the door and saw Methos arrive, followed by the much larger figure of Jim.
"Stay out of it Jim," Blair cautioned. "Adam, make sure he does."
Methos nodded and moved himself and Jim off to the side. They had talked earlier. Blair knew that Jim would have to see the fight for himself. They guy was just way too curious for his own good. However, Methos swore that, one, Jim would not get involved in the fight; and, two, Methos would take care of Gerhardt if he should fail.
Blair smiled coldly at his opponent and attacked.
They slashed at each other, their swords clashing loudly. Due the force of their blows, their swords sent off small ripples of electricity and momentarily locked their blades together.
Back and forth they fought, neither of them giving an inch. Blair was sweating. Gerhardt was good, he acknowledged. He was slightly mollified by the fact that Gerhardt was also putting out as much effort as he was, if not more.
Suddenly, Gerhardt got inside Blair's defenses and slashed his arm. First blood.
Blair hissed at the pain and felt his blood form a river, running down his arm. He had dropped his guard momentarily and allowed Gerhardt to take advantage of that moment. Grimacing, his pushed past the pain and focused on the task at hand.
Raising his sword in a high guard, with both hands on the hilt, Blair smoothly snaked one hand into his sleeve and pulled out a Bowie knife that he had kept there. It was an inelegant weapon, but it was an effective tool. Moving swiftly, Blair stepped into Gerhardt's space and stabbed him in the stomach, deep and upwards he angled the blade.
Gerhardt grabbed at his stomach, trying to pull the knife out of his body, dropping his sword and falling to his knees.
Blair, expressionless, stepped back and cocked his sword back and swung it down, severing the head from the body.
The lightening came, radiating out from the headless body. It engulfed Blair, surrounding him, before it's blue tendrils shot through his body. The force and power surprised him, causing him to scream along with the agony of having lighting run through his body. Gerhardt, while young, had gathered an amazing amount of power.
After the lightning had knocked him off his feet and on to his knees, the lightning proceeded to strike the windows and lights, blowing them to pieces, showering Jim and Methos with glass.
Soon it was over, leaving Blair exhausted and shaky. However, he had won; though he placed himself back in the game, the world was, in his opinion, a better place without Martin Gerhardt.
