Invisible
By Chornyi
Not mine.. Not even Ian, unfortunately. You know whose they are.
A sad short story from Ian's POV. Spin, you got me thinking.. and I remembered that one scene in Sacrifice where Ian escorts Sara into the room with the book to wait for Irons.
She totally ignored him. Poor Ian! Here's my take on it..
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Invisble. She looks right through me. I feel the piercing of her hazel eyes as if she stuck a knife through my heart...
When she walks into my master's building, the secretary informs me of her presence. Mr. Irons has given me strict orders to bring her to the room that holds the legend of Cathain, there to await his pleasure.
He wants to give her time to read the manuscript. To see if she can.
We both know she can.
I am here to do his bidding.
That is my job. No matter that I would rather take her anywhere then to his presence.
When I walk up to her, she looks up at me, then through me.
'He's expecting me,' she says dismissively.
'Please follow me, Sara,' I say, keeping my eyes downcast. I am afraid to look up at her, to see the disgust in her face.
I don't know why she hates me so much.
She rolls her eyes as if she finds having to go with me unbearable. 'Why can't he ever just meet me here?' she asks.
I can tell from her tone that she does not really expect or want an answer, so I remain silent.
I walk slowly, so that the time with her will last as long as possible.
I can feel her behind me, her eyes on my back, but I know she does not see me. To her, I am invisible. I want to turn and catch her eyes with mine, force her to look at me, to SEE me.
But of course, I don't.
If the Blade does not will it, she will never see me.
It has given me little hope so far. Perhaps this time it has other plans for her. I would not blame it- I have failed before.
So many times.
All I want is to be near her, to protect her. I long for permission to love her, although I do it without permission.
I wish that for once she could look on me without scorn or distrust in her eyes.
That she could see me, instead of just Kenneth Irons' assassin.
But am I really more then that? I didn't think so, before her. I was content to be his possession.
At least I belonged to someone. And he trained me well.
I am a magnificent killer.
It is the only thing in which I take pride, because he does. That, and my obediance.
Although of late, he has found fault with the latter.
He places the blame where it is due- on Sara. He has seen the changes she has wrought in me, and he is displeased. Soon, I fear, he will have no further use for me.
And then what will happen to my lady Sara?
Will my.. successor.. be as careful of her as I am?
I fear not.
I reach the door of the room in which is held the legend of Cathain and press the panel to open it for her. When I step aside, she walks in, then sees the empty room and turns to look at me.
I wish I could stay, but he told me to leave her here. I dare not disobey him in this. I have pushed my luck too far as it is.
'He'll be with you shortly,' I say. My eyes remain on her for a second, but she has already turned away from me.
I press the panel, and the door closes, shutting me out.
There is nothing left to do but turn and walk away.
By Chornyi
Not mine.. Not even Ian, unfortunately. You know whose they are.
A sad short story from Ian's POV. Spin, you got me thinking.. and I remembered that one scene in Sacrifice where Ian escorts Sara into the room with the book to wait for Irons.
She totally ignored him. Poor Ian! Here's my take on it..
..................................................................................
Invisble. She looks right through me. I feel the piercing of her hazel eyes as if she stuck a knife through my heart...
When she walks into my master's building, the secretary informs me of her presence. Mr. Irons has given me strict orders to bring her to the room that holds the legend of Cathain, there to await his pleasure.
He wants to give her time to read the manuscript. To see if she can.
We both know she can.
I am here to do his bidding.
That is my job. No matter that I would rather take her anywhere then to his presence.
When I walk up to her, she looks up at me, then through me.
'He's expecting me,' she says dismissively.
'Please follow me, Sara,' I say, keeping my eyes downcast. I am afraid to look up at her, to see the disgust in her face.
I don't know why she hates me so much.
She rolls her eyes as if she finds having to go with me unbearable. 'Why can't he ever just meet me here?' she asks.
I can tell from her tone that she does not really expect or want an answer, so I remain silent.
I walk slowly, so that the time with her will last as long as possible.
I can feel her behind me, her eyes on my back, but I know she does not see me. To her, I am invisible. I want to turn and catch her eyes with mine, force her to look at me, to SEE me.
But of course, I don't.
If the Blade does not will it, she will never see me.
It has given me little hope so far. Perhaps this time it has other plans for her. I would not blame it- I have failed before.
So many times.
All I want is to be near her, to protect her. I long for permission to love her, although I do it without permission.
I wish that for once she could look on me without scorn or distrust in her eyes.
That she could see me, instead of just Kenneth Irons' assassin.
But am I really more then that? I didn't think so, before her. I was content to be his possession.
At least I belonged to someone. And he trained me well.
I am a magnificent killer.
It is the only thing in which I take pride, because he does. That, and my obediance.
Although of late, he has found fault with the latter.
He places the blame where it is due- on Sara. He has seen the changes she has wrought in me, and he is displeased. Soon, I fear, he will have no further use for me.
And then what will happen to my lady Sara?
Will my.. successor.. be as careful of her as I am?
I fear not.
I reach the door of the room in which is held the legend of Cathain and press the panel to open it for her. When I step aside, she walks in, then sees the empty room and turns to look at me.
I wish I could stay, but he told me to leave her here. I dare not disobey him in this. I have pushed my luck too far as it is.
'He'll be with you shortly,' I say. My eyes remain on her for a second, but she has already turned away from me.
I press the panel, and the door closes, shutting me out.
There is nothing left to do but turn and walk away.