| "Hello, my dear," Methos said as he drew his sword, moving closer to the frightened Helen. "It's payback time." Helen kept moving backwards until she ran into the wall behind her. "There's no where for you to run this time, Helen." He said cruelly, savoring the taste of fear in her eye and preparing for the pleasure of sending his glistening blade through the beautiful woman's neck. He was preparing for the song of death song by the blade as it whistled through the air for its target, the Quickening that would ensue, and he felt the age old battle fury rising in him. If he gave in to it completely, no force under heaven or hell would be able to save her from his wrath. Helen sank to her knees before him, keeping her eyes focused on his blade, the bringer of life and death, and it suddenly occured to her that if she wanted to live, now would be a really good time to start begging. He circled her like a hawk getting ready to descend on its prey, all the while preparing to send the blade sailing through flesh and bone to end an age old vendetta once and for all. He wanted his revenge and was determined not to let anyone stand in the way of it. Previous Next Previous Next |