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Date Posted: 17:27:34 07/12/02 Fri
Author: Yarvarni
Subject: Escape 5
In reply to: Yarvarni 's message, "Escape.....Redux" on 19:26:18 07/06/02 Sat

A loud crash awakened him. He was startled at first on sudden alert but then realizing he would have been summoned had he been needed. He stretched lazily gazing lovingly at his hands. They were his favorite toys, his tools, his favorite weapons. More crashes and crystal breaking. He's throwing quite a tantrum. Hmmmm? Couldn't be me, I've been here all day. In confinement. Sent to my room like a child. He heard a tortured scream then what sounded like a bookcase crashing to the marble floor. I suppose I should go in there and see what all the drama is about but I'm not cleaning up that mess. One of the other servants will have to do it. Damn, the other servants had been dismissed following the incident with the gardeners assistant, he would have to clean it up. He sighed deeply rolling his eyes he got out of bed. Grinning wildly he thought of a t-shirt he had seen once when he was in the military, "Patience my Ass, I wanna KILL something!!!!" Had he been in the military? He didn't remember the actual experience but he held the images and training in his memory.

Silently he made his way to the study. He leaned over the railing balancing himself perfectly. The source of the noise was Kenneth Irons smashing everything in sight with the fireplace poker. He smirked, he feels just as I did before I killed the yard boy. Steeling his features, knowing there would be retribution if any amusement was observed, he quietly asked, "Is there anything I can do for you, Master."

Irons turned on him, "Yes," he hissed, "Yes, there is. Go find your predecessor and bring him to me."

"And what of the Weilder?" The image of the beautiful lithe warrior flashed before his eyes.

Irons swung the poker so hard at the priceless Ming vase he stumbled, "she will follow him here." Calming his rage slightly he looked at the man before him, "You will not harm her nor will you kill your predecessor."

"As you wish." Damn so much for a little fun.

"Do you understand? Are you capable of those orders?"

"Yes, Master, I am very capable, I have all the tools I need." He rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

"GO!"

Nearly beside himself with joy at the thought of facing the "other" and seeing the Weilder in person, he raced out of the mansion, the darkness surrounding him like he was made of it.

* * * * *
Sara awoke to find herself in bed alone. Ian must be at the pier, he loved the lake and spent as much time outside soaking up the sun and fresh air. She dressed pouring herself and Ian a cup of coffee, she walked down to join him. The last two days had been incredible.

He was propped against the railing, legs hanging off edge. "Good morning, handsome."

She was rewarded with one of his stunning heart stopping smiles, "Good morning yourself, my love." He took the cup of coffee. "Thank you. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, very, what little sleep I got." She grinned as he blushed, how he could still be shy after everything they had done was beyond her.

"Sara, if I am not his creation, then who am I?"

His question startled her. It shouldn't have, it was natural. "I don't know, Ian. You don't remember anything at all before Irons?" Knowing good old Kenny, he had erased his memory. Bastard.

"Nothing at all. The earliest memory I have is standing before him wearing an oversized black hat and my holster and gun set. I do not even know who gave it to me." The uncertainty of who he was was terribly unsettling for Ian. He had always known, he served Kenneth Irons. Irons was his liege lord, his guardian, his master, his creator. He was created in the lab using Elizabeth Bronte's stem cells, he had been given growth hormones so he'd age faster, then later intelligence and strength enhances. But all the research he had done in his free time said that it was not yet possible to create a child in this manner. He had always had his doubts but never a palpable reason for denial. Elizabeth told Sara Irons "obtained" him when he was very young. Who was he obtained from? Why had they let him go? Who were his parents? Did he have siblings? Were they still alive, where did they live? All the typical, so you've found out your adopted questions. They were the same questions Sara had been asking herself, though it didn't disturb her nearly as much as it did Ian.

His expression had gone from winning smile to forlorn child almost immediately. Sara put her coffee cup down and wrapped her arms around him. "We'll get this figured out. We'll find out who you are, who I am and then go from there. I know its unsettling but we will have to be patient."

"Patience has not been one of my stronger suits the last few months. "

"I know the feeling."

"I am restless, my love, and I can't pin down why." They both knew what needed to be spoken but neither wanted to say it aloud.

Sara took a deep breath, "We have to go back."

"I, Sara, not we. I must face this alone."

"Never! I will not let you go alone. He will try and revert you back to your former self. I will be there for moral support." And some muscle if needed.

"Sara, he will try to destroy you." He could not allow that to happen. Not again. Never again.

"I will be going with you, Ian Christian Nottingham, face the fact, we are soul mates, we are bonded. I belong by your side as you belong beside mine."

"I do not want to lose you, Sara."

She kissed his cheek, then his lips, "you won't."

* * * * * *

He didn't really have a plan. He never did. He relied on instinct, reaction. Hmmmm, where would a wounded lovesick assassin go to hide? He knew he wasn't at Lady Sara's apartment. He rolled his eyes at the title of reverence, the "other" was such a sap. She was just a woman after all, one to be controlled, to be utilized, to be bred. A shrill ring sounded from his pocket. What now? "Yes?"

"Come back to the mansion. They are returning."

"On their own?"

"Yes. Come back now! WITH OUT incidence. Do you understand?"

Why does he keep asking me that he thought, "Yes, Master, I understand." Unfortunately.
* * * * * *

Ian pulled the car over at a rest stop just outside the city.

"Crank it back up Mister, I'm still going with you."

"Sara, I do not think you understand the gravity of the situation, nor the struggle that will soon be at hand."

"I don't understand the gravity? Buddy, I wasn't the one mostly dead a few days ago!" This noble knight bit was getting old, she was a cop for Christsake.

"There may be another," he said it so quietly, so quickly, she wasn't sure he had even spoken.

"What?"

"There may be another," he repeated a bit louder this time.

"Another what?"

"Me."

"A twin?"

"Of sorts, a clone."

"Another you? You gotta be kidding me?" The world wasn't ready for another Ian Nottingham. "What brought this on?"

"I'm not quite sure, I can sense something."

"A great disturbance in the Force?"

"Sara?"

"Nevermind, lets just get this over with." She wasn't so sure she believed him. Not that she thought Ian was lying, Irons had twisted so many things around.....Still there had been Isaac and his unholy brethren. DeAngelo and Irons had been in deep together.


Irons sat in his chair in front of the great fireplace. The room had been cleaned, cleared of any evidence of his tantrum. He heard the doors whisper open, smiling he turned to face the duo that stood united before him, "Sara, I see you've found my Ian and returned him." Sara bristled visibly, Ian stared level-gazed into his eyes.

"Who am I?"

"Ian, that blow to the head must have done more damage than I thought." He arched an eyebrow as Sara raised the Witchblade slightly. Ian however remained nonplussed. "You are or rather were my body guard, assassin, and dearest friend until you refused to follow orders then ran away."

"Dearest friend, my ass, Irons. You almost killed him." It was amazing the amount of gall that man had. The Witchblade pulsed on her wrist hungry for Irons's blood.

"Temper temper, Sara."

"I'll show you temper, you bastard."

They sparred back at first neither noticed Ian's scan of the room. He turned to look at he balcony. He knew he was there. Iiiiiian. Ian. Here I am. Catch me if you can. The voice echoed off the walls. He spun slowly trying to follow it. Iiiiiiannnnnn.

Sara grabbed his arm, "Ian what's wrong?"

"You do not hear that?"

"No."

They both turned to Irons who stood cloaked in the firelight. "It would seem, Ian, that you are deteriorating mentally. Remember a light that shines so very brightly dims even faster."

"Do you truly think I do not know you are playing with my mind. Where is he?"

"Who?" The connection was stronger the closer together they were. Interesting.

"The other one."

"The other one?" Irons echoed innocently. "I am sure do not know what you mean."

"Let's get out of here. He's not going to tell us anything." She could feel the tension radiating from Ian even though the Witchblade remained strangely silent. He grasped her hand leading her to the door.

"Yes, do run along, Ian, follow Lady Sara, but remember, you belong to me."

"Not anymore, Kenneth."

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Replies:

  • Escape 6 -- Yarvarni, 17:31:59 07/12/02 Fri
  • ah! two wonderful chapters. But, we must have more of the other! (NT) -- moondreamer, 18:53:50 07/12/02 Fri
  • Enjoying the redux all over again. Thanks, Yar! (NT) -- Jaron, 19:52:42 07/12/02 Fri
  • I love this story!! =) (NT) -- Spin, 21:20:03 07/12/02 Fri
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