Chapter thirty-six -- Witchblade Karma

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Date Posted: 16:51:29 12/08/02 Sun
Author: Spin
Subject: Chapter thirty-six
In reply to: Spin 's message, "Revelation" on 22:34:06 05/20/02 Mon

�What do you want with Ian Notti,� Immo�s inquiry was cut short when two hands painfully squeezed his shoulders and a firm, �DOCTOR,� reminded him that he was not to ask questions. Immo understood and nodded his head. The grip on his shoulder eased and the painful tension slowly abated.

�Where is Ian, Dr. Immo?� Immo contemplated on what he was going to say. Faith�s patience was weighing thin when he didn�t answer right away. She reiterated her question this time in a more impatient and frustrated voice. �Where. Is. Ian?�

Immo sighed heavily and said, �Ian is,� he paused. �He�s being detained in a room somewhere in the mansion.� Faith grinned, �Now, now, doctor.� She said in a singsong way. �Let�s not be vague. Unless that is your cute way of saying that he�s being held in the torture room.� Immo was shocked that this person knew about the room. There were not too many that knew about the room and those that had known were most likely dead.

Immo�s curiosity got the better of him and he turned his head wanting to catch a glimpse of the person. It was a big mistake. Before he could completely turn around Faith grabbed beneath his chin and roughly jerked his face forward, away from her. Immo realized his mistake could have proven fatal. She could have easily snapped his neck but grateful that it had not come to that.

�That was too close, Dr. Immo! You are starting to try my patience!� Faith spat out. �You know Dr. Immo curiosity killed the cat. You�re actually lucky that I like you enough to not kill you at this moment. And I�m sure you�re well aware of my capabilities.� Immo was visibly shaken by her words. Faith grinned in actuality she really did like the doctor. She would have never hurt him too badly that is. She knew the doctor was just another poor soul caught in an iron web. But Faith wasn�t about to tell him that.

�I�I apologize. I�m just surprised that you would know about it. There are not many who do know about the torture room.�

Faith�s response was vehement, �I know more then you think! I know the horrors this mansions holds, the nightmares this very room produced,� Faith stared at the lone metal table in the middle of the room the memories quickly running through her mind. Then she looked up to the ceiling and continued to speak, �and the evil that lurks up above.� Faith lowered her head and stared at the man. �So you see Dr. Immo I know quite a bit of this place. Faith bent over and warningly whispered into Immo�s ear, �And I know about its occupants and the roles they play.� A chilling shiver ran down Immo�s spine.

�What I don�t know Dr. Immo is why Ian is in that room in the first place. Would you care to enlighten me?� Faith stood directly behind Immo her voice had calmly returned. Her were hands resting on top his shoulders. Immo swallowed the lump in his throat then spoke, �He is being punished for his betrayal against Mr. Irons. He was planning on leaving.�

�Are you telling me that Ian was going to�to leave Irons?� Immo nodded his head. Faith sounded disbelievingly. She was rather ecstatic about Ian finally having the will to leave. But what exactly brought on this newfound courage to go against his master? He had just sounded so bereft over the phone. Now wasn�t the time to dwell on Ian�s sudden change in behavior. Faith shook her head to clear her questioning thoughts. She released one of the apparatus on her arm and the blade stuck out from her sleeve. Immo jumped slightly from the sound. Faith laid the blade against his neck.

�Get up Dr. Immo you�re going to help me.� Faith tugged on his coat collar but the doctor didn�t move. �Hel.. help you? I�I can�t help you. If Irons finds out I helped Ian escape,� Immo paused then said, �he�ll kill me!�

�Don�t be ridiculous he won�t kill you.� Faith interjected. �Sure he�ll probably slap you around but not kill you.� She added nonchalantly. Faith pulled the man up to his feet but he refused to move. �How do you know he won�t kill me!?� Immo exclaimed.

�You haven�t outgrown you�re usefulness yet. Realize it or not you play an important role, Dr. Immo. If that weren�t the case you would have been dead years ago. Kenneth Irons is not a stupid man he knows the vast medical information you hold in this head of yours,� Faith tapped against his temples, �importantly genetic medical information which, most likely, has taken years and a lot of money to obtain. He�s not about to throw that all away by killing you.�

Immo contemplated what Faith had said. Perhaps she was right and he still had some stature left with Irons and that he wasn�t at risk of losing his life. But why should he test the waters? He should just turn away and not help. Perhaps she�ll just knock him out after giving the pass code and let him be. And perhaps it was all just wishful thinking. Faith could sense the conflicting war raging on inside the doctor�s head.

She silently sighed and sheathed the blade. She rest her hands lightly on his shoulder once again, this time giving him a reassuring squeeze and said, �I also know this Dr. Immo. You�ve always had a soft spot for him and deep down you care for Ian. You�ve made sure to take the extra care when treating Ian and in whatever you do. You consider Ian the son you�ve never had.� Faith paused giving Immo the time to let her words sink in.

�And I�m sure you�ve wished there was something you could do to help Ian escape this life with Irons. Am I right Dr. Immo?� He didn�t speak but just nodded his head. Immo had indeed been wondering what he could to help. He�d been contemplating over the very thought earlier that night. But he didn�t know what to do. �Well here is your opportunity. To help Ian and perhaps to gain some of that humanity you�ve lost while associated with Irons.� Faith gently pleaded, �Help me Dr. Immo?�

Immo made no move and Faith almost lost hope that he wouldn�t help. Without a word Immo bent down from the waist to open a drawer. Faith made no move and only unsheathed the blade. Immo paused in his movements and held out a hand. �I am only getting out the extra medical bag I keep in the desk.� From behind Faith could see the black bag inside the drawer, �Hm, is that a gift for me Dr. Immo?�

Immo grabbed the bag lying it down on the desk, �I can assume you�ve had some medical experience?� He opened the bag and surveyed the contents. �Does this mean you are going to help?� Immo nodded his head. Faith grinned then started explaining she had done her share of mending wounds. �Then you are going to need all of this,� Immo pointed at the bag, �and perhaps a little more.� With permission Immo moved around the dimly lit room, the man is obviously at ease in his domain. Swiftly moving here and there without bumping into anything. Opening medical cabinets, stuffing the bag with bandages and other medical supplies. While rummaging around the lab Immo made no attempt to sneak a glance to identify the person who held him captive. Lastly he moved to freezer door and disappeared inside. He re-emerges from the freezer and closed the door. Faith immediately stood right behind him. �There�s no label. What is that?� Faith looked at the vial in his hand.

�It is the antidote to the poison Irons laced the cat-o-nine tails with. The same whip he used on Ian.�

�Poison?!� Faith stared dumbfounded at the back of Immo�s head. The older man started to explain the concept of the poison and the antidote until Faith cut him off, �Please, please Dr. Immo. Spare me the medical terminology. In plain English tell me will Ian how long before he�s healthy?� Faith held her breath. �You know Ian Nottingham is not the normal man. He�s undergone strenuous experiments to mold him into this lethal weapon.�

�Go on.�

�Then you must now that with all that genetic enhancements his healing time also enhanced. Giving him the capabilities to heal faster.�

�You mean like Wolverine from the X-men and his mutant healing factor.� Immo smirked at the comparison.

�In better terms yes. Because of this Ian has never been sick, even the worst scraps and bruises tends to heal within a day and a half.� Immo�s voice took on a little excitement discussing over the medical history of Ian. But it only helped add on to Faith�s growing impatience. She began to rub the side of her temples and closed her eyes.

�Doctor please gets to the point.�

�Simply put in his current condition it will take more then a day and a half. His wounds are serious and he�s weak from the trauma. He�s..� He stopped mid-sentence. Immo left the medical bag and vial on the table. They walked out of the lab and they made their way to the torture room. �I think its best you see him then you�ll have a better understanding.�

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