Disclaimer: I don't have anything to do with Highlander the series, other than being a fan. I don't own the characters nor do I claim knowing anyone who is famous. I am only writing what I think would be cool.
Please forgive me if it seems like I take forever to post each chapter. I have too many stories going on in my head at once. I have to separate them.
Joe Dawson wiped at the tear that traced a glistening line down his left cheekbone. The dread of what he had to do was overwhelming. He was a 'Watcher' and he was not supposed to get involved with any immortal. He'd made two exceptions, Duncan MacLeod and the oldest living immortal know as Methos. Joe felt very proud to consider those two men his friends. It was very hard not to get personally involved when they were so likable.
He wanted to be the person to give Duncan the tragic news about Kate. Duncan was a comfort when Joe had lost someone close and Joe wanted to be at hand for Duncan.
Inside his hotel suite, Joe reached for the phone and dialed a number in England. The phone line on the other end sounded out a series of taps and then an answering machine picked up.
An English accent flowed through the fiber optic line, "You've reached the 'Unofficial' Queen Fan Club. If you'd like to become a member, you must submit a resume and enclose 1,000 American dollars. If I like you I'll call you back."
A short, high-pitched tone alerted Joe that the inane message had finished and he left a short and precise message. "It's Joe. You're needed in New York, Kate's been killed. I'm going to MacLeod's, he should hear it from me. I can tell you more if you call me on my mobile."
Joe replaced the receiver in its cradle and walked out of the room. Joe felt a hollow dread, deep in his soul. It was going to be a long, painful night.
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"Breath. I can't breath. Oh, God, what's wrong with me" Emily tried to open her eyes and move her head. Every nerve ending in her body was screaming and passing excruciating pain signals to her brain. "I was hit. Something hit me and now I'm going to die."
There was an uncomfortable ringing sound in her ears and vibrations that felt like cold fingers massaging her sinus cavities.
The diaphragm in her chest cavity suddenly contracted and her lungs expanded, filling her body with much needed oxygen. The pressure was almost too much to tolerate. Emily tried to lift upward but could only manage to move her left arm.
She opened her eyes and fought to focus. It was as if someone had filled her eyes with Vaseline. A blurry figure stood at her side and then spoke with a soothing female voice. Emily couldn't understand the words due to the aching in her temples. She rubbed at her eyes with determination. She was suddenly looking into two large, dark brown eyes.
A calm feeling swept over Emily and she allowed those warm eyes to reassure her that she was going to be all right. Emily thought to herself as she studied the tall, thin woman, "I probably just fell when someone pushed me. I could have hit my head and blacked out."
There was a loud commotion from a distance behind them and Emily watched as the woman reached to help her up. One moment Emily was looking into the kind woman's face and then there was nothing but shoulders, a torso, and a pair of legs.
Emily choked on a scream and summoned all the energy she had in her body, to back away from the ghastly scene that was before her. Emily's savior was dead and she frantically tried to erase the image from her mind. She saw twirling mists and felt uncontrollable vibrations sweeping through her body. Her feet began to tingle, followed by her legs, as if circulation of warm blood had been returned to cold limbs.
Sparks began to fly from somewhere in front of Emily. Terrified, she continued to pull herself along with her arms and scooted with her feet. Emily managed to flip herself over onto her stomach when the mind-boggling vibrations washed throughout her body. Managing to get to her hands and knees, Emily crawled a few feet before severe pain rippled her entire life form.
Emily's screams were muffled under the sound of explosions along the street. The only thought that arose was that she was being electrocuted. She believed that her day had been numbered.
Visions danced through her mind's eye. There were thoughts and images that made no sense to her. Faces and names that didn't seem rational. "Is this dying? Does everyone see these things?"
As fast as the electrifying storm began, it abruptly ended. Emily was face down on the dirty street, breathing heavily, and softly crying.
People filled the streets and hesitantly approached Emily. Feeling as if she needed to escape immediately, she struggled to her feet and staggered in the opposite direction of the stunned crowd.
Five blocks from the accident, Emily found herself at the entrance of her residing apartment building. Once inside the small, dark lobby, she leaned against the elevator doorframe. She pressed her forehead to the cool metal doors and waited for them to open.
Every muscle, nerve, and fiber ached extensively, to the point of being unbearable. Emily tried blocking out the foreign images that bombarded her, but it only made her more nauseous.
The elevator doors opened and she stumbled forward, eyes closed, and grabbed onto the waist high handrail for support. Without looking, she jabbed a finger at the number 3 button on the selector keypad. She was completely unaware that a man had followed her into the elevator. He stood still and very silent in the opposite corner to watch.
Emily swayed slightly when the elevator lurched to move upward. Keeping her eyes closed, she listened to the soft ping as the elevator passed the second floor and stopped on the third.
She left the elevator, leaning her way against the wall, and slowly made her way to her door. She arrived by habit only.
Reaching into the front pocket of her beige Dockers, Emily pulled out her small key ring, opened the door, and walked through the archway. Once inside, she locked and dead bolted the door. The image that she concentrated on was that of her queen size bed. She was so tired and she hurt all over. Shedding her wet clothes as she made her way to the bedroom, sleep was all she wanted. She climbed under the fresh linens and buried her head in the soft down feather pillow. She didn't care that her clean sheets had gotten soiled. She prayed for a dreamless sleep.