Recruited

         It was a dark cold night when the immortal Methos was traveling alone. He was in a generally bad mood, one of his best friends Krius had just died, the love of his life had cheated on him with someone else, and the stars seemed to be out of alignment.
          Methos was hoping to escape all of these worries, which he worried consistently about, to no end. immortality was defintely not all it was cracked up to be, curse the gods. So when Methos sensed the presense of another immortal he decided he wanted the man's head. He didn't give a damn who they were, they were in the wrong place at the wrong time and he could use a little release.
           When he saw immortal was unarmed, he thought to himself, so much the better.
            Methos chased him down and placed his sword against his throat.
            "Please..." The man begged. "I dont want to die."
            "We rarely do..." He responded as he lifted the sword for the death blow.
             "Mercy!" The man pleaded in vain. He could do no more than watch helplessly as the sword fell down on him, slicing through skin and bone. The Quickening that followed was the sweet release that he had craved.
              While Methos was on his knees, incapacitated by the Quickening, he sensed the presense of another immortal.
               "Oh no..." He said as the man moved out from behind the trees with his sword drawn.
               He walked up to Methos and put his sword against his throat.
               "It has been a long time since I have had a good Quickening." The man said to Methos.
               "This has truly been a very bad day." Methos replied.
               "How so?" The man inquired.
               "A friend of mine just died, I just found out my wife has been cheating on me, and now I am in a pretty sorry state if I do say so myself." Methos said.
                "Aren't you going to beg?" the man said.
                "I dont beg." Methos said.
                "Good." The man said. "I do so hate a man who cannot die with diginity."
                "Can we just get on with this if you dont mind terribly? Its not that I mind your company, its just that we may as well. " He says.
                "I like you. You are arrogant, witty, and just cruel enough to interest me." He said.
                "Is that a good thing?" Methos replied
                He just smiled wickedly at him.

The Bronze Age

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