Chapter three -- Witchblade Karma

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Date Posted: 02:07:14 05/21/02 Tue
Author: Spin
Subject: Chapter three
In reply to: Spin 's message, "Through her eyes : Sequel to 'Through my eyes'" on 01:53:08 05/21/02 Tue

�The money is nothing. Where is the Witchblade�

The sound of Irons� voice made my skin crawl. I cross my arms and lean against the fireplace. I had always wondered the kind of relationship these two had. For once I get to watch them, see what really happens behind closed doors. To my disappointment, nothing about the two had been really different from what I have already seen. A master and his servant.

�Back on Sara Pezzini. Evidently, where it belongs.�

�You should have had it. That little Irish whore was an utter pretender.�

�I agree. So, evidently, did the Witchblade. It was back on Lady Sara's wrist by the time I got there. Even when she was unconscious it would not come off.�

I stared incredulously at Nottingham. He had lied to Irons about the blade. He lied for me. I could tell Irons wasn�t buying it. His eyes began to flare when Nottingham raised his head to glare at him. However, Irons had a solution to that. He hit Nottingham so hard he managed to knock out few strands of hair.

�You should have cut off her hand.�

My hand began to itch. The blade felt my anger and wanted to activate. I had to constantly remind myself that this was a dream. I couldn�t do anything but watch. Pushing myself off the fireplace I walk over to them. I realize then the abuse Nottingham must have gone through being under such an �Iron� fist.

There had been no reprisal from him, expect for the murderous look in those dark eyes. I chill ran down my spine and for once I felt afraid. Not for me but for Irons. I could sense Irons felt it too.

�Next time I will�

�Go�

Irons made his way back to the fireplace. I stood beside him, observing the slight smirk on his face, I had a feeling Irons knew Nottingham lied to him about the blade. I also knew the kind of man Kenneth Irons really was. The bastard always had some thing up his sleeves. I may not know what it is now, but I�m going to find out.

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Chapter four -- Spin, 02:09:35 05/21/02 Tue