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DEATH's revenge
Methos ran as fast as he could over a dark graveyard. In the sky above him, he saw a flash of lightning and heard the loud thunder mix with the rapid beating of his heart. His mind was full of fear, although he didn't know the reason for it. He ran and ran knowing that something terrible was going to happen.
Suddenly a lightning flash illuminated the dark night sky with an almost alien light, and Methos's eyes caught the gravestone in front of him. He blinked in horror as the meaning of the inscription registered in his mind: "DARIUS beloved brother, murdered 1993".
"No," he whispered "no, that can't be. You are alive…that can't be." Terrified, he backed away when he suddenly heard another thunder clap followed by a long, almost inhuman cry coming out of the church to his left. Methos felt a cold shudder running down his back while the small hair of his neck stood straight up. The cry had sounded as if someone was being burned alive.
The only thing Methos wanted to do now was to run away and never turn back - but he wasn't able to. In horror he watched himself walk to the church until he stood in front of the big doors. Forced by an invisible power, Methos pushed it open. For a second there was only darkness before Methos's eyes adjusted and he could see the shape of a figure standing in front of the altar. Then lighting illuminated the church and Methos identified the figure as Darius. The priest was clothed in a white robe and held a red rose in his hands while he smiled at Methos. Methos smiled back at him when he suddenly heard another loud peal of thunder. Then everything went completely silent – deadly silent. Methos almost didn't trust his eyes when the red rose in Darius hands began to wilt. At the same time, Darius robe changed its colour: the former white changed into a light red before it turned darker and darker. In the end it was blood red.
Methos stared with horrified eyes at the still smiling priest. He wanted to move but he found himself totally frozen in place. He could only stand and watch the horrible act in front of him, while the only sound he could hear was his own heart, beating very quickly in fear.
Then he watched in morbid fascination as small line of blood appeared on the other man's neck. It grew bigger and bigger until it looked like a sword cut. In slow motion Darius's head felt from his body and landed in front of Methos – it still smiled. This was the moment Methos regained control of his body and voice: he screamed and screamed and…
…. was suddenly sitting upright in his bed. His whole body was covered in sweat and he was shaking terribly. "Oh God," he thought, "this was only a nightmare…only a nightmare." He switched on the lights on and hurried into the bathroom where he splashed cold water onto his hot face. He stared at the white face that was staring back at him out of the mirror. "Only a nightmare," he reassured himself. "Darius is fine and alive. He is safe on holy ground…nothing will happen to him... I will call him tomorrow and make sure he is safe."
With that he went back to his bed. Methos needed about two hours before he finally managed to sleep again.
