Chapter twenty-six -- Witchblade Karma

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Date Posted: 22:39:00 10/13/02 Sun
Author: Spin
Subject: Chapter twenty-six
In reply to: Spin 's message, "Revelation" on 22:34:06 05/20/02 Mon

Though she had been shown he had indeed been the one to return the blade to her. She was wanted to know why. Sara knew better then to expect a full pledge confession from him.

�Why would the blade return to me when I had obviously abandon it. I gave it to that Fiona woman for John? In the end it didn�t matter much. It was used to kill him.� Ian had to answer the question carefully if he didn�t want to reveal too much.

�I can not speak for the Witchblade, Sara. It is unclear what the blade wants at times and only the wielder can truly know the answers.�

He seen Sara opens her mouth then shut it without saying a word. Ian had to stifle a laugh at the patented raised eyebrow look. He was still well into their agreement. Ian certainly had no way of knowing what the blade thinks or wants.

�Alright smart ass, why do you think the blade returned to me?�

�Why does it matter now, Sara? The blade has made a decision and it has returned to its rightful owner. You should stop trying to find out why. You should just accept it and start believing in the Witchblade. It chose you for a reason.�

�Then why don�t you tell me what they are, Nottingham.� Did she not really see her attributes? Irons had asked him the same question the night after the blade had chosen Sara Pezzini.

�Your courage, strength, willfulness. Your spirit and the insatiable desire for justice.� She lowered her head as she listened to him. Could Nottingham be right? We�re these qualities the reason the blade was drawn to her? Or could it be what had drawn Nottingham to Sara?

�And your concealed vulnerability.�

Sara�s head snapped up, her eyes narrowed on Nottingham.

�Excuse me? What do you mean concealed vulnerability? What the hell does that supposed to mean?�

Ian realized he had threaded over a sensitive subject. He knew Sara was too proud to admit to some of her weakness. The woman was too stubborn at times. Especially when it came to him. Never accepting his help or acknowledging the bond they share. Ian took a deep breath but didn�t utter a word.

�Listen the only vulnerable person in this room is you, Nottingham!� Ian cringed at Sara�s abrasive retort but she didn�t stop there. Their conversation made a drastic turn for the worst.

�I�m not the one doing daddy�s dirty work. I�m not the lapdog that jumps when �my master� orders it.�

�You can not possibly understand, Sara.� Ian said through gritted teeth. He had lowered his head and clasped his arms behind his back. Ian's anger was slowly rising.

��Why aren�t you with her?� Irons voice was hoarse and weak. He was sprawled on the office floor the day of the periculum. Irons experiencing the pain that Sara was going through. Ian had returned shortly after Irons had sent him to watch over her.

�There's nothing I can do for her.� It was true Sara didn�t need him.

�You can protect her from others with malintent.� Irons voice was nothing but a whisper.

�She's already got a guardian angel.� Ian replied a bit distraught and irritated like a little boy. Recalling the image of Sara�s dead partner reflecting on the fire escape window.

�You never used to second-guess my judgments. You were the perfect scalpel. Sharp, precise, directable.� Irons added.

�I am nothing but what you made me! Now I have the capacity to evolve. It's only because you gave it to me.� Ian exclaimed as he stood there. His attention was transfixed on Irons. His eyes and voice laced with hatred.

�Hollow words, Ian.� Irons raised his right hand into the air, his fingers curled. He began to lower his hand. As if he was pushing down on an imaginary object. On the far side of the office Ian struggled to stand upright. An invisible force was pushing him down on his knees. He could feel his head being pushed down as well. Ian knew there was no use in fighting the power Irons had over him. In the end his body succumbed to Irons� will. It was a strange control Ian never understood. �

�Oh I understand a lot more then you think, Nottingham.� Sara had gotten up from the couch walked around to stand in front of him. She leaned against the couch, her arms crossed. This time Ian lifted his head until his eyes were locked with hers.

�How could you understand when you still refuse to listen to the Witchblade? Refuse to acknowledge what the blade shows you about me, about us.�

�Us? There is no �us�, Nottingham! When are you going to get that through your thick head of yours? There never has been and never will be an �us�!� Sara�s brows furrowed, the anger blazing in her eyes.

�There was only one man that filled that part of my life but now he�s gone. Gone because some bitch decided to stab him through the chest with this.� Sara held up her right arm. The stone swirled angrily on her wrist. Before he could stop himself the words were already uttered.
�Your Irish bard would have betrayed you in then end.� Sara pushed herself off of the couch and stood in front of Nottingham. Her arms against her side, her fingers balled into fists. Ian knew he was walking a thin line. He knew he should just take his ring, leave, and let her cool off. But it was as if the pent up anger he had was now coming out and taking control of his body. His inhibitions disappeared. Ian didn�t care any more. May be he had already given up and this was just a way to release his hopes.

�You�re a bastard Nottingham. You�re just jealous because he was the kind of man you never could be. And you�re angry because I wouldn�t have you like I wouldn�t have your master.�

�Don�t compare me to Irons�

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