Trapped Souls
Alikara
Disclaimer : No own. Piss off.
"Really?" Joe said, looking past Duncan to the lump in the bed that was the pale immortal. Duncan nodded. He had just told Joe, Connor, Richie and Methos what had happened the night before.
"Yup. Got up and went to the window all by himself. Then collapsed. Probably used all his energy, since he won't eat or drink." Duncan said. "I've tried to get him to drink some water, but, well, he just stared off into space."
"Lights are on, but nobody's home." Richie said, slurping his soda.
"Kinda like you." Methos said. Richie gave him a look.
"Nobody asked you." Richie grumbled. The two began swapping insults playfully, so Duncan, Connor, and Joe tuned them out.
"So what are you gonna do with him?" Connor asked.
"Just keep trying. He may just be in shock. But hey, progress takes time." Duncan said.
"I wonder how he got into that sculpture. It was made during the Salem Witch Trials, you know."
"When were those, again?" Connor said, frowning in thought.
"Started in 1692." Joe said. "If he was sealed then, he would be over three hundred and ten years old!"
"You honestly don't think he was in there for three hundred years, do you?!?" Duncan gasped.
"Bet ya fifty bucks you can't!" Richie shouted suddenly.
"You're on!" Methos shouted, and stood, going over to Duncan's bed, where the immortal was still sleeping. Joe, Duncan and Connor watched, confused. Methos slowly approached the bed. The boy, it turned out, was not asleep. He was just lying on his side, staring off into space. Methos sat down next to him.
"Good morning." He said, softly.
"What's going on?" Duncan hissed at Richie.
"I bet him fifty bucks he couldn't make the kid talk." Richie said.
"You what?" Duncan gasped, and Connor chuckled.
"That 'kid' may be over three hundred." He told Richie.
"You're joking, right?" Richie, said, eyeing Connor warily.
"Shh." Joe said, and they turned their attention back to Methos. Methos sighed, and decided to plow head on.
"1692, Salem, Massachusetts." He said. "You were there, weren't you? A slave from the Barbados known as Tituba was accused of witchcraft. A group of girls led by one Abigail Williams," Methos paused, and sucked in his breathe when the boy's face twitched. "Began accusing people of witchcraft." The boy swallowed, and his eyes closed. Methos looked up at the four men wattage him. They crept closer. "By the time it was over, sixteen were hung, and one man pressed to death. By the name of Giles Corey." Everyone jumped when the boy's eyes flew open, and snapped to look at Methos, making eye contact for the first time. "You were there, weren't you?" Methos asked, quietly. "The group of girls were Abigail Williams, Betty Parris, Ruth Putnam, Mercy Lewis, Mary Warren," with each name, the immortal in the bed began to shake. "Do you know any of these girls?" The immortal blinked, slowly, and swallowed.
"Aye." He whispered, hoarsely. His eyes closed, and his breath stilled.
"He died." Richie announced loudly, making everyone jump. "Again."
"He spoke!" Connor gasped.
"Can I borrow fifty bucks?" Richie muttered to Duncan, who gave him look.
"N, you can't borrow fifty bucks. You still owe me fifty bucks." Duncan growled.
"Yeah, me too." Joe said.
"Aww, man!" Richie whined.
"You can add me to that list of debts too." Connor said.
"What! I don't owe you money!"
"Damn. Thought I'd get away with it." Connor snickered.
"Ah, screw this." Richie grumbled, and went to get another soda. Methos chuckled, but turned his attention back to the immortal, when his body jerked. He gasped, and his eyes flew open, looking wildly around the room. Duncan went and got a glass of water.
"You know, you need to stop doing that," He said to the immortal. "If you drink something, you won't. At least not as often." Connor rolled his eyes. The immortal looked at Duncan, then at the water, and back to Duncan. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, and edged away from him. Duncan blinked, and Methos snickered.
"I'm Methos." He said. "This is Duncan. E won't hurt you. That's Connor. That's Joe, and that, over there, is Richie." Methos said, excited that the boy was looking at everyone he pointed at, registering who they were. "What's your name?" Methos asked. The boy blinked.
"Cameron." The boy said, quietly. "Cameron MacLeod."
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Ooooh, cliffie. Yup. You hate em, but deal. Anyway, sorry for taking so long to update. I had kinda abandoned the damn thing, but SouthernChickie convinced me to return to it. With her help, I may actually finish it. And he more reviews I get, the quicker the updates will come, so push the pretty purple.. No, blue.. No, lilac... lavender... violet... perriwinkle... aww, to hell with it. Just push the damn review button already!!!!!!!!
Alikara
Disclaimer : No own. Piss off.
"Really?" Joe said, looking past Duncan to the lump in the bed that was the pale immortal. Duncan nodded. He had just told Joe, Connor, Richie and Methos what had happened the night before.
"Yup. Got up and went to the window all by himself. Then collapsed. Probably used all his energy, since he won't eat or drink." Duncan said. "I've tried to get him to drink some water, but, well, he just stared off into space."
"Lights are on, but nobody's home." Richie said, slurping his soda.
"Kinda like you." Methos said. Richie gave him a look.
"Nobody asked you." Richie grumbled. The two began swapping insults playfully, so Duncan, Connor, and Joe tuned them out.
"So what are you gonna do with him?" Connor asked.
"Just keep trying. He may just be in shock. But hey, progress takes time." Duncan said.
"I wonder how he got into that sculpture. It was made during the Salem Witch Trials, you know."
"When were those, again?" Connor said, frowning in thought.
"Started in 1692." Joe said. "If he was sealed then, he would be over three hundred and ten years old!"
"You honestly don't think he was in there for three hundred years, do you?!?" Duncan gasped.
"Bet ya fifty bucks you can't!" Richie shouted suddenly.
"You're on!" Methos shouted, and stood, going over to Duncan's bed, where the immortal was still sleeping. Joe, Duncan and Connor watched, confused. Methos slowly approached the bed. The boy, it turned out, was not asleep. He was just lying on his side, staring off into space. Methos sat down next to him.
"Good morning." He said, softly.
"What's going on?" Duncan hissed at Richie.
"I bet him fifty bucks he couldn't make the kid talk." Richie said.
"You what?" Duncan gasped, and Connor chuckled.
"That 'kid' may be over three hundred." He told Richie.
"You're joking, right?" Richie, said, eyeing Connor warily.
"Shh." Joe said, and they turned their attention back to Methos. Methos sighed, and decided to plow head on.
"1692, Salem, Massachusetts." He said. "You were there, weren't you? A slave from the Barbados known as Tituba was accused of witchcraft. A group of girls led by one Abigail Williams," Methos paused, and sucked in his breathe when the boy's face twitched. "Began accusing people of witchcraft." The boy swallowed, and his eyes closed. Methos looked up at the four men wattage him. They crept closer. "By the time it was over, sixteen were hung, and one man pressed to death. By the name of Giles Corey." Everyone jumped when the boy's eyes flew open, and snapped to look at Methos, making eye contact for the first time. "You were there, weren't you?" Methos asked, quietly. "The group of girls were Abigail Williams, Betty Parris, Ruth Putnam, Mercy Lewis, Mary Warren," with each name, the immortal in the bed began to shake. "Do you know any of these girls?" The immortal blinked, slowly, and swallowed.
"Aye." He whispered, hoarsely. His eyes closed, and his breath stilled.
"He died." Richie announced loudly, making everyone jump. "Again."
"He spoke!" Connor gasped.
"Can I borrow fifty bucks?" Richie muttered to Duncan, who gave him look.
"N, you can't borrow fifty bucks. You still owe me fifty bucks." Duncan growled.
"Yeah, me too." Joe said.
"Aww, man!" Richie whined.
"You can add me to that list of debts too." Connor said.
"What! I don't owe you money!"
"Damn. Thought I'd get away with it." Connor snickered.
"Ah, screw this." Richie grumbled, and went to get another soda. Methos chuckled, but turned his attention back to the immortal, when his body jerked. He gasped, and his eyes flew open, looking wildly around the room. Duncan went and got a glass of water.
"You know, you need to stop doing that," He said to the immortal. "If you drink something, you won't. At least not as often." Connor rolled his eyes. The immortal looked at Duncan, then at the water, and back to Duncan. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, and edged away from him. Duncan blinked, and Methos snickered.
"I'm Methos." He said. "This is Duncan. E won't hurt you. That's Connor. That's Joe, and that, over there, is Richie." Methos said, excited that the boy was looking at everyone he pointed at, registering who they were. "What's your name?" Methos asked. The boy blinked.
"Cameron." The boy said, quietly. "Cameron MacLeod."
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Ooooh, cliffie. Yup. You hate em, but deal. Anyway, sorry for taking so long to update. I had kinda abandoned the damn thing, but SouthernChickie convinced me to return to it. With her help, I may actually finish it. And he more reviews I get, the quicker the updates will come, so push the pretty purple.. No, blue.. No, lilac... lavender... violet... perriwinkle... aww, to hell with it. Just push the damn review button already!!!!!!!!