Instinct - Chapter 22 - slightly more graphic violence -- Witchblade Karma

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Date Posted: 10:09:12 06/23/02 Sun
Author: moondreamer (who got NO work done yesterday )
Subject: Instinct - Chapter 22 - slightly more graphic violence
In reply to: moondreamer 's message, "Instinct" on 11:51:56 05/22/02 Wed

This isn�t where I wanted to go�but they fought me everytime I tried to take it down a different path. Finally, I�ve just given up and let them write it. Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 22

�Kenneth!� Ian spoke. �Let Sara go. You battle is with me.�

�With you, Ian? I am guessing you are Ian? My battle is with all of you. But especially with this little piece of trash.� His blade bit into the tender flesh of Sara�s neck. A drop of ruby blood welled forth like a tear.

He tightened his hold on Sara. Gripping her tightly under her breast. �Isn�t that beautiful? Look at the bright color of it. All I need is right there.� He moved his head and licked the blood from her neck.

Sara shuddered at the touch of his cold lips. Ian could feel Luke�s anger rise and deliberately pushed it out of his brain. He couldn�t be distracted now.

�All I have to do is wait. The police will arrive, all of you will die and I will have Sara�s blood and The Witchblade.�

�It�s not going to be that easy, Kenneth.� Ian continued.

�Why ever not? Are you and your replacement going to stop me? Is young Bowman? Is Sara?� The derision in his voice plain as he spoke.

�Look at you all! You are so petrified I am going to hurt her. All your training, all your skills, and you are held immobile by your childish devotion for her. What difference if she dies now? If I do not succeed, she will be back. You will all be back. And I will still be waiting here. Waiting, and watching you all fail once again.�

Irons continued to talk as Ian approached him, his deadly intent plain as he pressed the dagger further into her skin.

�But you, Ian, your betrayal I take to heart. This is how you repay me for the years? All that I have done for you? Coming like this to attempt to destroy me? What a viper I have clutched to my bosom.� Suddenly releasing his hold on Sara and thrusting her to the side, Irons reached out his arm towards Ian as if to embrace him.

Ian hesitated for a fatal second; his purpose slowed by the pain in Irons� voice. Years of service and obedience were not so easy to cast aside after all. As he did Irons� raised his other hand, the dagger in it flashing as he brought it up and sliced easily through Ian�s belly.

Ian could feel the pain as the sharp blade unexpectedly entered his body, but it was nothing compared to the anguish he felt at realizing he would not live to be with Sara. Images flashed through his mind. Sara, always Sara. Sara over their centuries together, and Sara in this existence. Sara in the Midtown Museum, Sara, working out her confusion at the gym, Sara at the Rialto � an avenging angel of death in her despair over her partner�s death. He remembered how hard it was to tell her he loved her � in those desperate, unguarded moments; the pain when she called him a freak and the unearthly pleasure he felt the first time he entered her willing body and realized she loved him in return. The collage of images swirled through his mind. Each image etched for an eternity as he struggled to hold on to life.

Sara stared in horror as Ian fell to the floor. The Witchblade morphed back into bracelet form. Her anger and bloodlust replaced by fear for Ian. Forgetting everyone and everything else she ran to his side, kneeling down as she reached out to put her arms around him.

�Ian�oh Ian�� Sara whispered brokenly. �You can�t leave me�not now.� All of Sara�s fears came true in that instant as she saw how mortal Ian�s wound was. Low moans of denial were unconsciously coming from her lips as she made futile attempts to stem the gush of blood from Ian�s body.

Luke had stood frozen for a moment. His senses overwhelmed by the Ian�s pain. He could feel the knife entering his flesh. Feel Ian�s horror at the thought of losing Sara. Feel his sadness at realizing he will not have time to further explore his bond with Luke. Soon Sara�s anguish was filling him also � the combination of emotions was stunning.

Without Ian struggling to push it down Luke�s anger took over � pulsing through his body like a rushing wave. Purging his senses of everything but a fierce, cold, blood red rage. With a berserker scream of pain and anger Luke moved forward through his mental haze; startling Kenneth Irons, who had been silently watching Ian and Sara. The knife he used still clutched in his hand, Ian�s blood dripping from it slowly.

Irons looked up startled as Luke strode towards him. He eyes reflected his shock as he attempted to bring the knife up once again. Without hesitation Luke brushed the knife aside and bent Kenneth�s hand back, snapping the delicate wrist bones as he did so. Iron�s scream of pain only fueled the demon inside Luke.

Luke grabbed the back of Irons� neck with one hand, his eyes wild with hate and purpose. Using his other hand for leverage he lifted Kenneth Irons effortlessly above his head. Luke looked at Sara and Ian and opened his mind to them once again, letting them share in his exultation at what he was about to do.

�No�Ian�NO! You can�t do this!� Kenneth was screaming as he experienced for the first time the power of the being he had created for his own purposes.

�You serve me! You must STOP!� The fear was finally evident as Irons finally understood that he was not in control now.

�My name is Luke!� Each word was enunciated slowly, steadily. �And I serve only Sara and my brother.�

Without another word Luke brought Kenneth Irons� body down in a bowed arc as his left knee rose. The snap of Irons� spine was audible to everyone as it was bent and broken over the fulcrum of Luke�s knee.

Contemptuously Luke cast Irons� body from him. It convulsed slightly as it hit the floor. The bowels and bladder released as the body began processing the severed nerve connections. Irons� eyes clouded over as consciousness slowly left him. Casting him forever into a endless pit of his own hellish making. With a final twitch the body was still.

Breathing heavily, his rage spent, Luke swiftly moved to Gabriel, releasing him from his bonds with one hand. He knelt beside Sara, reaching a hesitant hand out to her.

Still clutching Ian, Sara turned her face to Luke�s shoulder and sobbed heavily. �Luke, Luke, we are losing him.�

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You have me at the edge of my seat and I'm about to fall off... (NT) -- Spin, 01:41:16 06/24/02 Mon