A/N: Sorry for the long wait but RL and getting sick kind of put the muse
on hold. But here is the next chapter. Hope you enjoy. Please review. =)
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Sara closed her eyes and jumped when she heard the gunshot. She refused to open them, refused to acknowledge that all that happened was true. "You cannot keep them closed forever, Sara." A woman's voice broke out.
"Yes I can," Sara replied a bit childishly.
"No, you cannot my dear. If you do that then you will miss everything else. Open your eyes and except what you see, Sara." She opened them, her attention immediately drawn to Elizabeth. Then to the form of Kenneth Irons' body lying unconsciously on the cold concrete floor. "What the hell happened to him?" Sara asked curiously. "See when you don't open your eyes. You missed out what happened." Elizabeth teased.
Sara rolled her eyes and sighed, "So you going to tell me or not?"
"Impatiently, Kenneth donned the Witchblade soon after killing me. As you know, the destined wielder can only wear the Witchblade. All pretenders female and men alike are to be punished. His," Elizabeth pointed at Kenneth, "Punishment was/is far more severe then most."
"From what I've heard most pretenders either die or go insane after wearing the blade. Irons is zero in two if you haven't noticed. The man is definitely not dead and he's not insane well at least by most standards."
"Do not worry Sara, Kenneth's punishment is set. It is just a matter of time before it is served." Elizabeth informed.
"Great," Sara sarcastically replied.
Elizabeth turned her back on Sara and stared walking over the two bodies. "Ah, doesn't it bother you. Standing there looking over your dead body?" Sara questioned. Knowing if it was her body, she would have a very big problem.
"I am not looking at myself, Sara."
"Oh," she whispered, staring down at Christian's lifeless body.
"And before you ask, Sara, yes I could have done something. I could have done many things to prevent this. Yet, it does not matter now. My Christian is not coming back."
"Then what the hell is the point of this whole dream/vision?" Frustrated she asked.
"Have you not been listening with an open mind, heart, Sara? Do you still not understand? You are given a chance. A chance to avoid making the same mistakes that Cathain, I, and so many others has made." Elizabeth exclaimed.
"In the end the only thing that was left was the hurt and the pain. Why should I set myself up for that?"
"That is a part of life, Sara. The pain is inevitable no matter what we do. What does matter is how you live up to that point. Are you going to shelter yourself from feeling anything at all like Cathain? Or be like me and wait for that very last moment? Only to later regret on what could have been if I had not wasted so much time in being afraid and stubborn. You have an opportunity so many of us would gladly have but we don't, you do. Do not waste it." Sara averted the woman's intense gaze. Elizabeth sighed, hoping that this lesson was not taken in vain by this stubborn woman.
A blinding flash of light engulfed the room. Sara covered her eyes with the back of her arm. After a few moments she moved her arm, squinting against the bright glare. Gradually her eyes began to adjust to the sudden change in scenery. She blinked a few times and found herself in a metal covered hallway. She whirled around trying to find some kind of exit. The only thing she found was metal down at the end of the hall.
"Where are we now?" Sara asked, a shrill of trepidation coursing up her spine. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing on ends. She did not like the feeling one bit.
"A modern version of the past." Elizabeth informed, not a hint of emotion laced her voice. Nothing for Sara to use or decipher on what was going to happen next. 'Ah, shit. Not that riddle crap again.' Sara sighed as she followed closely behind Elizabeth as they made their way to the metal door.
"What is that supposed to mean, Elizabeth?"
"You will see, Sara." Elizabeth claimed and under her breath she muttered, "I hope." She punched in the required code. With an approving beep, the doors hissed opened. "After you my dear." Elizabeth politely gestured. Sara cautiously eyed Elizabeth before stepping into the room.
"Oh my God," Sara whispered.
"I assure you Sara that is not my Christian." Elizabeth said behind her.
"Ian!" Sara rushed to remove Ian from his chains but she merely passed through him like some ghost. She turned to Elizabeth, "Help him!" Sara begged.
"I cannot help him, Sara. I had my chance remember? Besides I am no longer alive but you are." With that said Elizabeth disappeared leaving Sara behind with Ian. Sara reached for the chains again but it was useless.
"Sara?" Ian whispered.
"I'm right here, Ian. Just hold on I'll get you out." Sara said not caring whether he knew she was there or not. All she cared about was getting him out. Sara frantically searched the room for anything that would help. She suddenly stopped when she heard footsteps in the distance. She looked out the door and seen Irons coming closer.
Anger boiling in her veins, Sara wielded the blade to its gauntlet form, the long sword protruding out at the end. She walked out of the room and began to rush after Irons, the blade raised up high above her head. With a quick tug of her arm, Sara brought the blade down. Swiping down against Irons only to pass through his body and have nothing happen. Irons continued to walk towards the chamber, passing through Sara as if she was not there.
Sara turned to run back towards the room but was useless. No matter how hard she ran the room kept getting father away. "Ian!" She yelled just before the door closed.
"Ian!" Sara called out as she shot up in bed. Sheen of sweat covered her body, her chest heaved up and down. Confused she looked around only to find herself back in bed and in her apartment. She looked over to the alarm clock, 5:45 A.M. She took deep breaths trying to calm her racing heartbeat. Sara wiped away the sweat from her face and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She spotted the quiet stone of the blade staring back at her.
She untangled herself from the damp sheets and moved her legs over the edge of the bed. Placing her elbows on her knees, she buried her face into her hands and mumbled, "It was all a dream. All a fucked up dream."
"You sure about that?" A female voice echoed in the apartment. Sara quickly reached for the gun she kept under her pillow, stood up, whirled around, and aimed at the shadows. "Who's there?" Sara yelled trying t get a bearing on where the voice was coming from.
"A voice from the past." Sara moved to aim at the shadowed corner of her apartment. It was still dark out and she couldn't see the person's face. "With your hands up, come out where I can see you." Sara ordered. She watched with surprised awe as the person materialized from the shadows, hands held up as instructed. She only knew of one person that could have done that. Therefore, it was unnerving to watch this woman do it.
"As you wish Detective Pezzini." Sara eyed the tall blonde woman donned in only black. 'Gee, Nottingham has a sister I don't know about?' Sara amusingly thought. Instead she said, "Who the fuck are you and what the hell are you doing in my apartment?"
'Note to self, Pezzini is definitely not a morning person.' Faith mentally added as she stared at Sara. "The name is Faith."
"Faith what?!"
'And a bitch too.' Faith kept that little tidbit to herself and said, "Just Faith."
"Well then 'Just Faith' what are you doing here in my apartment?"
"A favor for a friend." She cryptically added as she slowly made her way to the window near the fire escape. Sara's aim never faltering as Faith moved. She leaned back against the wall and began to lower her arms only to stop. "Keep you hands up." Sara ordered. Faith sighed, "So you always greet people with a gun pointed at them and with such colorful language? Or do you save that for those special guests?" She grinned.
"Guest my ass. You fucking broke into my apartment. Now, I'll ask again what are you doing here?" Sara's patience was wearing thin and this woman was going to be on the receiving end of her ire if she did not hurry up and answer.
"On the contrary, Detective. I did not break into your apartment." Faith said a bit defensively.
"Bullshit, the last I checked everything was locked."
"That is true but I was invited in."
"I sure as hell did not invite you in."
"No you did not, but I was not referring to you." Faith's grin grew wider, noticing how irritated Sara was becoming.
"Then who?" Sara's question was short and too the point.
"Not who, Wielder, but what." Faith nodded towards the bracelet on Sara's wrist. Sara glanced down in time to see the blade glow on her wrist, apparently vouching for Faith. "What do you know about this?" Sara demanded answers.
Faith smiled as she lowered her arms and when Sara made no comment about her move, she crossed them against her chest. Looking more relaxed then most people would when they have a loaded weapon pointed at them. "I know my share of the blade, Wielder."
"Like what?" Going against her better judgment, Sara lowered her gun but still held a firm grip on it and with the safety off.
"That the blade can only be wielded by a woman, well 'the' destined woman. It gives the chosen woman some rather unique attributes such as clairvoyance, increased speed, and the ability to manipulate time, and pierce the veil of the senses. Am I getting warm yet?" Faith smirked, proud of her knowledge and there was so much more that she knew.
"That is common knowledge. Anyone can search that up on the Internet. I have a guy who does that for me. What makes you so special?"
"Still skeptical huh? Typical, I have heard about you. Having a hard time believing in the blade even after all, you've been through. Then again, I cannot blame you really. Especially now days when seeing is believing and you are a homicide Detective. You need evidence as proof. And with the blade the only evidence you get are dead bodies you can't explain. Any way, there is something else that you and your 'guy' would not know. Its not exactly common knowledge that can be found on the 'net'." Faith raised her hands to make quotation signs in the air.
"Go on," Sara said through clenched teeth. She stared incredulously at the woman who not only broke into her apartment, was a walking information booth about the mystical Witchblade, but insulting as hell.
"Legend states that there is some sort of consort to the Witchblade."
"A consort?" Sara raised a condescending brow.
"Yes, a consort. Unlike the Witchblade this 'consort' or rather known as Excalibur can be wielded only by the destined male protector."
"Excalibur?" With both brows raised, Sara stared at Faith as if she had lost her mind.
"What is there an echo in here? Yes, Excalibur."
"I don't buy it." Sara shook her head.
"Of course you wouldn't. You can't even accept the Witchblade. Why should this be any different?" Faith countered.
"Hey, don't judge me. You do not know anything about me and you definitely don't know what I have been through since I've gotten this thing. I've accepted what I have to do. I've accepted my destiny." Sara angrily stated. How dare this woman come in here and tell her off.
"You are right, I do not know you and I apologize for judging but you make it so easy. I mean you refer the Witchblade as a 'thing'. You continue to do so then it will abandon you. Moreover, what exactly have you accepted about your destiny? Fight the good fight?" Faith snorted, "Is that all? For you to accept your destiny, Sara Pezzini, you need to embrace everything and everyone. Not just parts of it or else you will never succeed and you will fail."
Before Sara could retort back Faith reached into her pocket and pulled out something. She held the silver piece of jewelry between her fingers and began to inspect it. Sara turned to the nightstand besides her bed; Ian's ring was gone. "Found this on your nightstand, hope you don't mind. It is an incredible piece of work. The craftsmanship is unbelievable never seen anything like it before."
"Give it back," Sara ordered, sticking her arm out, palm held open.
"Is this yours?" Faith held her hand out as if offering the ring back. But quickly tugged her arm back and returned to expecting it. "Hm, I don't think this belongs to you, Detective. This looks much like a man's ring rather then a woman's." Faith knew exactly who owned the ring. Yet, what she didn't know and was going to find out is why Sara has it. "You know this ring looks awfully familiar. Do you know an Ian Nottingham?" Faith looked up from the ring and asked. She continued when Sara remained silent but she had seen the recognition in her eyes, "This looks like his ring. Nevertheless, how can it be his? I mean from what I remember he has never taken it off. So why would he give it to you?"
"I said give it back." She sounded more demanding.
"Why should I? Let's stop with the games shall we? Because we both know Detective this ring belongs to Ian Nottingham. What I don't know is why he gave it to you. Care to fill me in?"
"Its none of your business." Sara replied.
"I'm making it my business, Detective." Faith's tone of voice dropped, becoming more intimidating. "So, why did he give it to you?" Faith pushed off from the wall but made no other move.
Sara lowered her head, "I don't know," she whispered.
"You don't know?" Faith sounded a bit skeptical.
"I said I don't know, all right."
"Oh, but I think you do. You have yet to realize something, Detective. Ian Nottingham would never give away his worldly possessions unless he felt he no longer needed it." Faith informed. "You wouldn't happen to know why he should feel this way do you?" Sara had an idea why remembering their last encounter. Faith watched as Sara's shoulders slumped, the grip on her gun dangerously becoming slack.
Within in the blink of an eye Faith moved from the wall near the fire escape towards Sara. Just in time to catch the loaded gun from hitting the floor and perhaps preventing an accidental discharge. Confused, Sara willed the blade to its gauntlet form and the jagged dagger jutted out. She pressed the tip of the blade against Faith's stomach. Faith froze in place not wanting to be skewered by the blade. She was impressed with Sara's control over the blade yet highly irritated with the lack of care for her gun.
"You really should be careful, Sara. Wouldn't want to shoot someone's eye out by accident." Faith raised the weapon to show Sara, holding the gun by the barrel. With her thumb, Faith flipped the safety back on. Realizing what happened, Sara willed the gauntlet back to its bracelet form. Faith silently let out sigh of relief. On a will of good faith handed Sara back her gun. Sara took the weapon and held it tightly in her hand but made no move, neither did Faith. Faith began to speak again, wanting to question more about Ian and what had happened between the two but the phone began to ring.
Sara made no move to answer instead she let the machine pick up, "Hey Pez its Jake. We got a call. I'll be over to pick you up in 30 minutes."
"Time to go to work, Detective."
Sara held out her palm, "The ring." Her voice held on a pleading tone and it surprised Faith. She stared down at Sara and found a hint of pain in her eyes. 'The woman was definitely a conundrum,' Faith thought. However, now was not the time to try to figure her out it. Faith smiled, rolling the ring in her hand, "Take it." She flipped the ring in the air. Sara focused her attention on the ring and caught it in mid air. When she turned back, Faith was gone. Sara rushed to the window but there was no sign of her. Sara stared out the window as she held the ring in her hand. Faith's words were coursing through her mind. If what she said were true, that Ian would only give up his ring only if he felt he no longer needed it. Then that would mean the dream was really a vision. Nevertheless, how could she know for sure?
Sara closed her eyes and jumped when she heard the gunshot. She refused to open them, refused to acknowledge that all that happened was true. "You cannot keep them closed forever, Sara." A woman's voice broke out.
"Yes I can," Sara replied a bit childishly.
"No, you cannot my dear. If you do that then you will miss everything else. Open your eyes and except what you see, Sara." She opened them, her attention immediately drawn to Elizabeth. Then to the form of Kenneth Irons' body lying unconsciously on the cold concrete floor. "What the hell happened to him?" Sara asked curiously. "See when you don't open your eyes. You missed out what happened." Elizabeth teased.
Sara rolled her eyes and sighed, "So you going to tell me or not?"
"Impatiently, Kenneth donned the Witchblade soon after killing me. As you know, the destined wielder can only wear the Witchblade. All pretenders female and men alike are to be punished. His," Elizabeth pointed at Kenneth, "Punishment was/is far more severe then most."
"From what I've heard most pretenders either die or go insane after wearing the blade. Irons is zero in two if you haven't noticed. The man is definitely not dead and he's not insane well at least by most standards."
"Do not worry Sara, Kenneth's punishment is set. It is just a matter of time before it is served." Elizabeth informed.
"Great," Sara sarcastically replied.
Elizabeth turned her back on Sara and stared walking over the two bodies. "Ah, doesn't it bother you. Standing there looking over your dead body?" Sara questioned. Knowing if it was her body, she would have a very big problem.
"I am not looking at myself, Sara."
"Oh," she whispered, staring down at Christian's lifeless body.
"And before you ask, Sara, yes I could have done something. I could have done many things to prevent this. Yet, it does not matter now. My Christian is not coming back."
"Then what the hell is the point of this whole dream/vision?" Frustrated she asked.
"Have you not been listening with an open mind, heart, Sara? Do you still not understand? You are given a chance. A chance to avoid making the same mistakes that Cathain, I, and so many others has made." Elizabeth exclaimed.
"In the end the only thing that was left was the hurt and the pain. Why should I set myself up for that?"
"That is a part of life, Sara. The pain is inevitable no matter what we do. What does matter is how you live up to that point. Are you going to shelter yourself from feeling anything at all like Cathain? Or be like me and wait for that very last moment? Only to later regret on what could have been if I had not wasted so much time in being afraid and stubborn. You have an opportunity so many of us would gladly have but we don't, you do. Do not waste it." Sara averted the woman's intense gaze. Elizabeth sighed, hoping that this lesson was not taken in vain by this stubborn woman.
A blinding flash of light engulfed the room. Sara covered her eyes with the back of her arm. After a few moments she moved her arm, squinting against the bright glare. Gradually her eyes began to adjust to the sudden change in scenery. She blinked a few times and found herself in a metal covered hallway. She whirled around trying to find some kind of exit. The only thing she found was metal down at the end of the hall.
"Where are we now?" Sara asked, a shrill of trepidation coursing up her spine. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing on ends. She did not like the feeling one bit.
"A modern version of the past." Elizabeth informed, not a hint of emotion laced her voice. Nothing for Sara to use or decipher on what was going to happen next. 'Ah, shit. Not that riddle crap again.' Sara sighed as she followed closely behind Elizabeth as they made their way to the metal door.
"What is that supposed to mean, Elizabeth?"
"You will see, Sara." Elizabeth claimed and under her breath she muttered, "I hope." She punched in the required code. With an approving beep, the doors hissed opened. "After you my dear." Elizabeth politely gestured. Sara cautiously eyed Elizabeth before stepping into the room.
"Oh my God," Sara whispered.
"I assure you Sara that is not my Christian." Elizabeth said behind her.
"Ian!" Sara rushed to remove Ian from his chains but she merely passed through him like some ghost. She turned to Elizabeth, "Help him!" Sara begged.
"I cannot help him, Sara. I had my chance remember? Besides I am no longer alive but you are." With that said Elizabeth disappeared leaving Sara behind with Ian. Sara reached for the chains again but it was useless.
"Sara?" Ian whispered.
"I'm right here, Ian. Just hold on I'll get you out." Sara said not caring whether he knew she was there or not. All she cared about was getting him out. Sara frantically searched the room for anything that would help. She suddenly stopped when she heard footsteps in the distance. She looked out the door and seen Irons coming closer.
Anger boiling in her veins, Sara wielded the blade to its gauntlet form, the long sword protruding out at the end. She walked out of the room and began to rush after Irons, the blade raised up high above her head. With a quick tug of her arm, Sara brought the blade down. Swiping down against Irons only to pass through his body and have nothing happen. Irons continued to walk towards the chamber, passing through Sara as if she was not there.
Sara turned to run back towards the room but was useless. No matter how hard she ran the room kept getting father away. "Ian!" She yelled just before the door closed.
"Ian!" Sara called out as she shot up in bed. Sheen of sweat covered her body, her chest heaved up and down. Confused she looked around only to find herself back in bed and in her apartment. She looked over to the alarm clock, 5:45 A.M. She took deep breaths trying to calm her racing heartbeat. Sara wiped away the sweat from her face and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She spotted the quiet stone of the blade staring back at her.
She untangled herself from the damp sheets and moved her legs over the edge of the bed. Placing her elbows on her knees, she buried her face into her hands and mumbled, "It was all a dream. All a fucked up dream."
"You sure about that?" A female voice echoed in the apartment. Sara quickly reached for the gun she kept under her pillow, stood up, whirled around, and aimed at the shadows. "Who's there?" Sara yelled trying t get a bearing on where the voice was coming from.
"A voice from the past." Sara moved to aim at the shadowed corner of her apartment. It was still dark out and she couldn't see the person's face. "With your hands up, come out where I can see you." Sara ordered. She watched with surprised awe as the person materialized from the shadows, hands held up as instructed. She only knew of one person that could have done that. Therefore, it was unnerving to watch this woman do it.
"As you wish Detective Pezzini." Sara eyed the tall blonde woman donned in only black. 'Gee, Nottingham has a sister I don't know about?' Sara amusingly thought. Instead she said, "Who the fuck are you and what the hell are you doing in my apartment?"
'Note to self, Pezzini is definitely not a morning person.' Faith mentally added as she stared at Sara. "The name is Faith."
"Faith what?!"
'And a bitch too.' Faith kept that little tidbit to herself and said, "Just Faith."
"Well then 'Just Faith' what are you doing here in my apartment?"
"A favor for a friend." She cryptically added as she slowly made her way to the window near the fire escape. Sara's aim never faltering as Faith moved. She leaned back against the wall and began to lower her arms only to stop. "Keep you hands up." Sara ordered. Faith sighed, "So you always greet people with a gun pointed at them and with such colorful language? Or do you save that for those special guests?" She grinned.
"Guest my ass. You fucking broke into my apartment. Now, I'll ask again what are you doing here?" Sara's patience was wearing thin and this woman was going to be on the receiving end of her ire if she did not hurry up and answer.
"On the contrary, Detective. I did not break into your apartment." Faith said a bit defensively.
"Bullshit, the last I checked everything was locked."
"That is true but I was invited in."
"I sure as hell did not invite you in."
"No you did not, but I was not referring to you." Faith's grin grew wider, noticing how irritated Sara was becoming.
"Then who?" Sara's question was short and too the point.
"Not who, Wielder, but what." Faith nodded towards the bracelet on Sara's wrist. Sara glanced down in time to see the blade glow on her wrist, apparently vouching for Faith. "What do you know about this?" Sara demanded answers.
Faith smiled as she lowered her arms and when Sara made no comment about her move, she crossed them against her chest. Looking more relaxed then most people would when they have a loaded weapon pointed at them. "I know my share of the blade, Wielder."
"Like what?" Going against her better judgment, Sara lowered her gun but still held a firm grip on it and with the safety off.
"That the blade can only be wielded by a woman, well 'the' destined woman. It gives the chosen woman some rather unique attributes such as clairvoyance, increased speed, and the ability to manipulate time, and pierce the veil of the senses. Am I getting warm yet?" Faith smirked, proud of her knowledge and there was so much more that she knew.
"That is common knowledge. Anyone can search that up on the Internet. I have a guy who does that for me. What makes you so special?"
"Still skeptical huh? Typical, I have heard about you. Having a hard time believing in the blade even after all, you've been through. Then again, I cannot blame you really. Especially now days when seeing is believing and you are a homicide Detective. You need evidence as proof. And with the blade the only evidence you get are dead bodies you can't explain. Any way, there is something else that you and your 'guy' would not know. Its not exactly common knowledge that can be found on the 'net'." Faith raised her hands to make quotation signs in the air.
"Go on," Sara said through clenched teeth. She stared incredulously at the woman who not only broke into her apartment, was a walking information booth about the mystical Witchblade, but insulting as hell.
"Legend states that there is some sort of consort to the Witchblade."
"A consort?" Sara raised a condescending brow.
"Yes, a consort. Unlike the Witchblade this 'consort' or rather known as Excalibur can be wielded only by the destined male protector."
"Excalibur?" With both brows raised, Sara stared at Faith as if she had lost her mind.
"What is there an echo in here? Yes, Excalibur."
"I don't buy it." Sara shook her head.
"Of course you wouldn't. You can't even accept the Witchblade. Why should this be any different?" Faith countered.
"Hey, don't judge me. You do not know anything about me and you definitely don't know what I have been through since I've gotten this thing. I've accepted what I have to do. I've accepted my destiny." Sara angrily stated. How dare this woman come in here and tell her off.
"You are right, I do not know you and I apologize for judging but you make it so easy. I mean you refer the Witchblade as a 'thing'. You continue to do so then it will abandon you. Moreover, what exactly have you accepted about your destiny? Fight the good fight?" Faith snorted, "Is that all? For you to accept your destiny, Sara Pezzini, you need to embrace everything and everyone. Not just parts of it or else you will never succeed and you will fail."
Before Sara could retort back Faith reached into her pocket and pulled out something. She held the silver piece of jewelry between her fingers and began to inspect it. Sara turned to the nightstand besides her bed; Ian's ring was gone. "Found this on your nightstand, hope you don't mind. It is an incredible piece of work. The craftsmanship is unbelievable never seen anything like it before."
"Give it back," Sara ordered, sticking her arm out, palm held open.
"Is this yours?" Faith held her hand out as if offering the ring back. But quickly tugged her arm back and returned to expecting it. "Hm, I don't think this belongs to you, Detective. This looks much like a man's ring rather then a woman's." Faith knew exactly who owned the ring. Yet, what she didn't know and was going to find out is why Sara has it. "You know this ring looks awfully familiar. Do you know an Ian Nottingham?" Faith looked up from the ring and asked. She continued when Sara remained silent but she had seen the recognition in her eyes, "This looks like his ring. Nevertheless, how can it be his? I mean from what I remember he has never taken it off. So why would he give it to you?"
"I said give it back." She sounded more demanding.
"Why should I? Let's stop with the games shall we? Because we both know Detective this ring belongs to Ian Nottingham. What I don't know is why he gave it to you. Care to fill me in?"
"Its none of your business." Sara replied.
"I'm making it my business, Detective." Faith's tone of voice dropped, becoming more intimidating. "So, why did he give it to you?" Faith pushed off from the wall but made no other move.
Sara lowered her head, "I don't know," she whispered.
"You don't know?" Faith sounded a bit skeptical.
"I said I don't know, all right."
"Oh, but I think you do. You have yet to realize something, Detective. Ian Nottingham would never give away his worldly possessions unless he felt he no longer needed it." Faith informed. "You wouldn't happen to know why he should feel this way do you?" Sara had an idea why remembering their last encounter. Faith watched as Sara's shoulders slumped, the grip on her gun dangerously becoming slack.
Within in the blink of an eye Faith moved from the wall near the fire escape towards Sara. Just in time to catch the loaded gun from hitting the floor and perhaps preventing an accidental discharge. Confused, Sara willed the blade to its gauntlet form and the jagged dagger jutted out. She pressed the tip of the blade against Faith's stomach. Faith froze in place not wanting to be skewered by the blade. She was impressed with Sara's control over the blade yet highly irritated with the lack of care for her gun.
"You really should be careful, Sara. Wouldn't want to shoot someone's eye out by accident." Faith raised the weapon to show Sara, holding the gun by the barrel. With her thumb, Faith flipped the safety back on. Realizing what happened, Sara willed the gauntlet back to its bracelet form. Faith silently let out sigh of relief. On a will of good faith handed Sara back her gun. Sara took the weapon and held it tightly in her hand but made no move, neither did Faith. Faith began to speak again, wanting to question more about Ian and what had happened between the two but the phone began to ring.
Sara made no move to answer instead she let the machine pick up, "Hey Pez its Jake. We got a call. I'll be over to pick you up in 30 minutes."
"Time to go to work, Detective."
Sara held out her palm, "The ring." Her voice held on a pleading tone and it surprised Faith. She stared down at Sara and found a hint of pain in her eyes. 'The woman was definitely a conundrum,' Faith thought. However, now was not the time to try to figure her out it. Faith smiled, rolling the ring in her hand, "Take it." She flipped the ring in the air. Sara focused her attention on the ring and caught it in mid air. When she turned back, Faith was gone. Sara rushed to the window but there was no sign of her. Sara stared out the window as she held the ring in her hand. Faith's words were coursing through her mind. If what she said were true, that Ian would only give up his ring only if he felt he no longer needed it. Then that would mean the dream was really a vision. Nevertheless, how could she know for sure?