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Date Posted: 17:05:38 02/07/03 Fri
Author: Spin
Subject: Chapter fifty-one (part II)
In reply to: Spin 's message, "Revelation" on 22:34:06 05/20/02 Mon

“What are we waiting for Fiona? He’s going to be here soon and he wanted us to kill him.” Kellan said as he pointed to Ewan who was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, ankels bound, hands tied behind his back and a hood covered his head. “So this is what has become of the two of you? Assassins?” Ewan laughed, Kellan walked over and punched him in the face. “That was for earlier.” Ewan continued to laugh, provoking Kellan. “You still hit like a girl.” Kellan was about to hit Ewan again but the blade on his neck stopped him. “That is enough. He is just trying to get to you and it seems to be working. Leave him alone.”

“Why are you doing this Fiona? What is it do you want?” Before Fiona could answer, she heard something outside the cabin. She motioned Kellan to see what was going on. He cautiously opened the door and stepped outside. Moments passed before Fiona heard anything. With the hood over his head, Ewan could not see anything but he could hear a struggle going on outside, followed by a loud crash. Kellan flew threw the door, his prone body lay unconscious on the ground.

Fiona placed the tip of her sword against Ewan’s chest. She watched Cathain walk through the door. “My what an entrance you make.” Fiona leaned down to pulling the hood off. Cathain winced at the visible bruises and blood she could see on his face. “Hello my love.” Ewan flashed a small smile, his loving endearment tugging at her heart. She wanted nothing more then to run to him but her legs stayed rooted. Cathain’s cold eyes stared at the woman. “Let him go.” Fiona grinned, shaking her head. Cathain’s body stiffened as Fiona dangerously caress the side of Ewan’s neck with the tip of the blade. “Please,” Fiona looked up, stopping what she was doing, “I’ll give you anything you want. Just please let him go.” Cathain watched as Fiona contemplated of her offer.

The other woman’s eyes began to travel down Cathain’s body, stopping when she found what she was looking for. Cathain’s eyes followed Fiona’s gaze to her right wrist, to the Llan An Cailleach. “That’s a pretty bracelet.” Cathain reached out with other hand, her fingers caressing the stone. “I want it.” Fiona exclaimed. Cathain’s head snapped up, her eyes widen in shock, mouth agape. There were so much she could have asked Cathain but she wanted the one thing she could not give. “No, don’t give it to her Cathain. Don’t…” Ewan began to protest but was interrupted with a kick to the face. Cathain’s anger flared and she took a step forward. Fiona quickly placed the blade against Ewan’s neck, she pressed down slightly and blood began to flow down from where the blade rested. Stopping Cathain in place. “Why are you doing this? He hasn’t done anything to you.” Fiona’s eyes flared. “He betrayed me and its you’re fault. He was supposed to love me not you. But once I gain possession of the Llan An Cailleach,” Fiona motioned to the blade, “then he’ll have to love me like how he’s done for you all those years.” Cathain looked at Fiona shockingly. “Yes I know about the power you possess. You used it to cast a spell over his heart.”

“This,” Cathain held up her arm, showing her the blade, “will not help you win Ewan’s heart.” Fiona shook her head in disagreement. “Give me the bracelet.” Fiona’s voice was low and menacing. Cathain brought up her arm and stared at the bracelet, stuck between losing her love or her destiny. “Cathain don’t…” Ewan was kicked again in the face. He winced from the pain, his body sliding down until his forehead rested on the ground. “The bracelet.” Fiona demanded again. When Cathain made no move Fiona, used her foot to push Ewan’s onto his back, she raised the blade over her head and was about to plunge it down into Ewan’s chest. “Wait!” Cathain pleaded, her voice trembled, eyes brimming with tears. The tip of the blade stopped, hovering dangerously over Ewan’s chest. “All right you win. I’ll give it to you.” Cathain began to remove the bracelet from her wrist, Ewan’s pleas was faintly heard, “No love. Please don’t.” Cathain held the bracelet in her hand, looking at it for the last time.

“Give it to me!” Fiona yelled impatiently. Cathain tossed the bracelet across the room and was shocked when it landed on Fiona’s wrist. Quickly the glow of the stone grew an angry red. Transfixed by the blade's power, Fiona dropped her sword. With her, other hand she held her right arm as a burning sensation ran up from her wrist to her arm. She stumbled backwards against the opposite wall, ensnared in a tumultous wave of delirium. Cathain quickly moved over to Ewan, helping him to a sitting position. She cut the bonds to his ankles and was about to cut the ties on his hands when someone walked through the door, calling out, “Fiona!”

Cathain and Ewan were surprised to see Conchobar. His shock was evident when he seen Cathain. Ewan, even in his clouded state began to piece together the pieces. “You,” Ewan declared, “You were the one that hired Fiona to kill me.” Cathain’s eyes widen at Ewan’s implications. She looked over at Conchobar surprised to see that he was not denying it. Cathain helped Ewan to his feet; their only exit blocked by Conchobar and nearby was Fiona still caught in the blade’s hold. “Yes I hired her. I found out who she was and I knew I could use her to get to you. I knew she’d kill you because she hated you as much as I do.” Cathain stared disbelievingly, “Why?” she asked. “Yes I wanted the power of the Llan An Cailleach but I also wanted you back Cathain. I was wrong to have given up on what we had, casting away our love. I was a fool to have betrayed you. But I knew I couldn’t have you unless I got rid of that boy!” A distinctive sound of metal echoed in the cabin.

“Its always about that witch!” Three pairs of eyes turned to Fiona. The blade reverted into its full gauntlet form, the sword gleaming in the firelight. “Fiona?” Conchobar’s eyes widen in disbelief then amazement that Fiona was now wielding the Llan An Cailleach. Conchobar grinned, realizing that perhaps with this new development he could control the blade through Fiona. He stole glance at Cathain, yet he still wanted her. Perhaps he still could have both. He confidently walked over to Fiona. “You’re wrong love. This is not about her; it is about you now. The wielder of the Llan An Cailleach. Together we can rule whatever we desire.” Fiona smiled sweetly, “You’re nothing but a liar but if it’s the power of the blade that you seek then take it.” Fiona brought her arm up and easily thrust the blade through Conchobar’s chest, piercing his heart. He made a startled gasp, his mouth hung open, his eyes registering shock and disbelief. Conchobar’s body slides easily from the blade and onto the floor. She turned her attention to Cathain and Ewan; there in her eyes held no remorse with what she had done. Fiona wickedly smiled, as she gave into the bloodlust.

Cathain picked up Fiona’s discarded sword off the ground, pushing Ewan behind her. He swayed slightly on his feet, still disoriented from his encounter earlier with Kellan and Fiona. His body ached no doubt from Kellan taking cheap shots while he was unconscious. Fiona casually stepped over Conchobar’s body, blocking their only exit. “You are not taking him away from me again witch.” Fiona held the blade up. “He was never yours to begin with.” Cathain raised her sword, “He’s mine!” Cathain added. Fiona fumed and charged after Cathain. The clashing of metal against metal echoed in the cabin. Ewan could see Cathain was barely holding her own. With Fiona’s skills aided by the blade she was quickly becoming too much. Ewan searched the room for a weapon when he eyed his sword near Kellan’s unconscious body. Using the wall for support, he unsteadily made his way over. He pushed the nausea aside as he bent to retrieve his sword. Ewan stood up in time to see Cathain struggling against Fiona.

The force from Fiona’s blow shattered the sword in Cathain’s hand. Cathain stared in disbelief; the momentary of shock startled both women. Fiona quickly recovered backhanding Cathain across the face, sending her flying backwards onto the floor, knocking the wind right out of her. Fiona advanced on Cathain’s prone figure and just before striking down on her another blade reached out and deflected the blow. Fiona jumped back, angry and confused she stared at her new opponent. “Why are you fighting me Ewan? Let me kill this witch so we can be together. Don’t you realize that I love you and that I’m doing this for you, for us.” A wave of dizziness caused as he shook his head slightly. “You are confusing lust with love, Fiona. You never loved me if you did you would not be doing this. I have and will always love Cathain. Not you or anyone will change that. If you do love me please Fiona stop this now.” Ewan pleaded as he tightens his grip on his sword.

From behind Cathain could see the bloodlust running through Fiona’s eyes. Ewan’s words were having no affect on her; it only seemed to add to Fiona’s anger. “Damn you both! If I cannot have you then now one will!” Fiona lunged forward, the blade at full force. Ewan tried to defend himself but combined with his weakened state and the power the blade was providing Fiona, he knew this was a battle he could not win. In that brief moment, he reached out to Cathain with his mind. “I love you, Cathain.” Time seemed to have slowed and in that instant Cathain horridly watched as Fiona plunged the blade through Ewan’s chest. The end protruding out Ewan’s back his blood coating the blade, dripping down.

“NOOO!!” Cathain’s heart-wrenching cry filled the cabin.

Unbridled fury overwhelmed her senses, her body. She pushed herself off the ground, rushing to Ewan’s side, picking up his sword. Fiona tried to pull the blade free from Ewan’s body but it remained, he brought up his arms, clasping the gauntlet in his hands holding it in place. She saw the knowing grin on his face. She tugged at her arm but the blade held in place. From behind Ewan, she watched as Cathain came rushing towards her, sword in hand. Cathain mercilessly thrust the blade through Fiona’s heart. Cathain could faintly hear the blade return to its bracelet form. She gave one last shove, pushing until only the hilt pressed against Fiona’s chest. The blade fell of Fiona's wrist, the clanging sound of metal rattled as it hit the floor. Cathain briefly stared down at her, her chest heaving up and down, her anger spent. She rushed over to Ewan; he had fallen to his knees and was about to fall back.

Swiftly she caught him in her arms and gently guided him back to the ground. Tears streaming down her face as she looked at him. “Ewan please don’t leave me, please!” Her voice trembled as she pleaded for him to live. Her right hand covering his wound, while her other hand was cupping the side of his face. Ewan tried to speak but could not over the blood that was spilling form his mouth. Cathain leaned down to kiss his forehead then his lips all the while whispering her pleas. “Please don’t leave me alone. I need you, Ewan. Don’t leave me now!” Her tears were brimming over her eyes, landing on his face. She rested her forehead against his, their eyes locked with each other. She could see the light in his eyes slowly fading away. “NO Ewan! Don’t leave me please!” She cried one last time, and just before the spark of light disappeared she whispered, “I love you.”

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