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Date Posted: 21:57:39 07/30/02 Tue
Author: Rudy
Subject: Adversaries 2
In reply to: Rudy 's message, "Adversaries" on 10:24:31 07/28/02 Sun

Irons sat contemplating in the elaborately decorated penthouse. His pensive expression held no trace of his actual thoughts. The soft knock on the door brought him out of his meditative state and he rose to answer it.

“Dr. Immo, I have been expectantly awaiting your arrival,” he said.

Dr. Immo stepped aside to produce the tall specimen which stood at his right. Ian stood there, the agitation apparent on his face. Irons motioned for them to enter.

“I must tell you that he seems to remember very little about his predecessor,” the doctor explained. “His aggression level is also unstable. I may need to make some adjustments.”

Irons reached out for Ian’s arm. He flinched for a second, and then allowed himself to be led to the sofa.

“I believe I will make that judgment for myself, Doctor. You may leave now,” Irons ordered.

He watched as the doctor closed the door and then turned towards Ian.

“Well, now, Ian. How are you feeling? Is there anything that you require? I want to make sure that you are comfortable in your new home,” he said.

Ian looked into his steel blue eyes. His eyes had questions, but no words would form.

“That’s ok, Ian. You just rest up and we’ll talk whenever your strength returns.”

He motioned to one of the bedroom suites and Ian walked towards the door. He looked back and acted as if he was about to say something, but then advanced into the room.

Irons stood there with obvious concern reflected upon his countenance. He just needs some time to get used to his latest surroundings, he told himself. Tomorrow will be the true test of his new nature.

“I’m really worried about Sara,” Jake said to Danny as they sat in the squad car on stakeout.

“She’ll be fine. She just got a little freaked about Nottingham’s death. I mean, come on. The guy has been stalking her for months and she’s the one who found his body. It’s bound to mess with her head,” Danny said.

Jake shook his head. “I don’t know, man. It seems like she’s taking it a little too hard, if you know what I mean. First, there was Irons’ disappearance and then Nottingham’s murder. I don’t think Sara was involved with him or anything, but there was some kind of weird connection there.”

“Look, she had vacation coming. She’ll just take a little time off and clear her head. She’ll be good as new when she comes back,” Danny said.

“I hope so,” Jake said unconvincingly.

Sara lay back in the lounger, sunscreen glistening over her body. The laughter from the deep end of the pool caused her to turn her head. Everyone seems to be having such a good time, she thought. Why can’t I? She turned her attention back to the paperback smut in her hands. A short young man approached her.

“Ma’am would you like another daiquiri?” the waiter asked her.

“Uh, sure. Might as well,” she replied.

She felt a little light-headed as she headed back to her room. Maybe one too many daiquiris, she thought. She entered the sunlit room and reached out to close the blinds. Stripping off her swimsuit, she turned the shower on full blast and stepped into the scalding water. She ran her hands through her long dark tresses. Suddenly she envisioned Ian’s long dark hair. She closed her eyes as she imagined his naked sleek torso. Ugh! I have to stop this, she thought.

Irons lifted the silver top off of the platter to inspect the breakfast he ordered from room service. A cheese omelet and wheat toast was the fare for the morning. He lifted the glass of orange juice to his mouth when Ian walked into the room. He took a sip and gestured for Ian to sit down.

“Good morning, Ian. How did you sleep?” he asked.

Ian stared at him without uttering a word. He looked down at the food.

“Go ahead. I ordered it for the two of us,” Irons said.

Ian ravenously began to devour the omelet and toast. He gulped down the entire glass of juice without taking a breath. Irons sat and watched as he finished his breakfast. He tapped his fingers on the table. His patience was beginning to wear thin.

“What are you thinking, Ian? Tell me what is behind those expressive eyes of yours,” Irons inquired.

Ian took a deep breath and sighed. Rising up out of his chair he began pacing back and forth in front of the table. His hand ran through his long hair.

“I feel nothing. I have a hollowness inside of me that I can’t explain,” he said.

Irons smiled slightly. He got up and walked over to him. Placing his arm around his shoulder, he led him to the sofa and sat down next to him.

“Ian, what memories have you retained?” he asked. “Perhaps together we can fill that emptiness inside of you.”

“I can’t remember much of anything. I close my eyes and see you. I see blood on my hands. And I see…I see…”

“Sara?” Irons said.

“Yes,” he replied.

Irons faintly grinned at this admission. “What do you remember about Sara?” he asked.

His eyes closed. He saw her face and heard her throaty voice.

“Do you remember what she did to you, Ian?” Irons said as he leaned in close to him.

Irons looked into Ian’s bewildered eyes. “Do you remember?” he demanded.

“I…I’m not sure. I think she hated me,” he stammered.

“Yes,” Irons hissed. “She did hate you. Hated you enough to end your life.”

Ian jerked his head back. His hazel eyes flashed as the fury began to build inside of him. “Why would she do that?” he asked as his jaw tightened.

“Why does Sara Pezzini do anything? Who knows? Ever since she acquired the Witchblade I believe the power has gone to her head,” he said.

Irons embraced him. He patted the back of his head. “Do not dwell on the past, my son. We shall concentrate on the future and make Sara pay for all of the pain she has caused,” he said.

Ian reached over and placed his head on Irons’ chest. He felt conflicted. The crescendo of rage inside of him was longing to surface. But there was something else there too. He closed his eyes and saw her face. How could that beautiful face commit the crime she was accused of? he thought.

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