NPLH - Chapter 7 -- Witchblade Karma

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Date Posted: 22:23:38 08/22/03 Fri
Author: moondreamer
Subject: NPLH - Chapter 7
In reply to: moondreamer 's message, "No Place Like Home - PG-13" on 09:16:08 05/12/03 Mon

Lookee! Another update. Sorry, I can't promise I'll be this speedy again for a while.

Same old disclaimer.

Chapter 7

Back in his stark and almost desolate room once again, Ian looked out through the grimy windows. He gazed up at the night sky, seeing the stars that were just starting to appear in the inky darkness. Even the constellations here seemed unfamiliar and unwelcoming.

He had changed his clothes once he made it back to the room. He had removed the stiff school uniform and was comfortably adorned in his favorite black. He had hoped it would make him feel more like himself and, to some extend, it did seem to help. It hadn�t, however, helped the time pass any faster and now he paced the small open area of his room. It was almost time. In an attempt to reign in his impatience he folded his legs and sank gracefully down onto the hard, scratched floor.

Drawing in a deep breath, he paused, held the breath, and then slowly exhaled. Repeating the sequence he continued to draw out his exhalations until, lost in his mediation, he hardly seemed to be breathing. As time passed he became a part of the shadows that filled the room and softened the hard edges.

When Ian�s internal click told him it was finally time he opened his eyes slowly and stretched. He could feel his excitement and pleasure start to rise once again. Without hesitation he stood and walked towards the casement.

The small amount of oil he had rubbed on the hinges had eliminated the need for caution and without a sound he was through the window and moving carefully down the trunk of the large tree outside his room.

He hung there for a minute, grimacing as he realized that his still-childish frame could betray him. His arms just didn�t reach around the tree trunk, and without a good handhold he tumbled the rest of the way down to the ground.

Embarrassed, he brushed the twigs and debris off his jacket. His father would have considered that sloppy. Ian made yet another mental note. He would have to ask Dr. Immo how long would it be before he could expect his physical growth to catch up to his mental skills.

It was so frustrating. He knew mentally what he wanted his body to do. He rehearsed each move in his mind over and over. Visualizing each step until he could do it in his sleep. Somehow, things still managed to get lost in the physical translation. Yet another example of life�s unfairness.

Moving from shadow to shadow, Ian moved around the dormitory building to the side where the old cellar doors were accessible. As promised in the short note he found in his closet, they were unlocked. He shuddered as the heavy metal door creaked loudly when he opened it.

Sloppy. Definitely sloppy. Well, what did he expect? They didn�t have his years of training, just eager receptive minds open to his teachings. He stood in the dark cellar, momentarily letting his eyes adjust to the darkness that was so much deeper than the night outside. The cellar was damp, dank and the air seemed cool on his cheeks. Ian breathed deeply. Finally, something that reminded him of home and the lower levels of the Estate.

He could feel his joyous anticipation building as he walked quietly down the hall. Passing a corner he hid a smile as a small figure moved out of the shadow and tried to pace him.

It was a strange procession; Ian struggling not to let his awareness show and the smaller figure behind him struggling to be silent. Ian�s spectral follower tried hard, but finally a giggle burst forth and when it did Ian swung around and gathered him to him in a tight bear hug.

�Ian!� The figure squealed in delight. �Where have you been? We�ve been waiting and waiting and waiting!�

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I'm waiting for more!! Moon...don't make me beg...oh what the hay... MORE MORE!!! (NT) -- Spin... MOREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!, 11:17:10 09/03/03 Wed