Date: Mon, 20 Feb 1995 20:47:03 -0700 Reply-To: Greg Palmer Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Greg Palmer Subject: A Small Spark of Life (retry) ***WARNING*** This story is in extremely poor taste. It's about what would happen if Duncan became evil. Don't read it if you are offended by wanton murder. If you read this anyway and are offended, don't flame me! I warned you not to read it. Also, this is my first story, but I am writing another story, I have chapter 1 done already and will be posting it soon. It is nothing like this one, it's a really serious story!! ***WARNING*** A Small Spark of Life by Greg Palmer Duncan MacLeod felt The Buzz, and it wasn't that funny green stuff that Amanda gave him. He'd just managed to escape from the hospital's morgue, after being "killed" in a head on collision with a school bus. The driver was high on crack and Duncan hadn't had time to get out of his path. He'd heard a cop and a paramedic talk about the accident before he "died". "...15 1st graders dead..." "a real shame..." Duncan was in a hospital hallway, searching for the Immortal his senses told him was there, somewhere. The infallible sense given to him by the Quickening led him to a door marked "Intensive Care - Ward B". He entered the room, his katana appearing from nowhere into his hand. The other Immortal was somewhere in this room, he could feel it. But where? Rows and rows of beds, some covered with oxygen tents, lined each wall of the room. Duncan concentrated on the Quickening for a moment and it led him to a bed on the far wall. A broken and bloody body lay in the bed, covered with a blood-stained sheet. It was a young girl, about 5 or six years old. *This* is an immortal?, Duncan thought derisively. He removed the IV drip from the youth's arm. Soon she became conscious. She looked up at Duncan. "Wh-Who are you? Where's my mommy?" Duncan grinned evilly, an unholy light shining from his eyes. "You'll never see your mommy again, kid." He raised his katana for the death strike. "There Can Be Only One!" "Nooooo--," the little girl cried, her shriek of fear being cut off as Duncan swung his katana with immense power , cleaving the girl's neck from her body. Jets of sticky blood spurted from the severed arteries and veins, splashing all over the bed, the wall, and Duncan's face and chest. Duncan licked the little girl's blood off his lips. "Bitch! I just had this trenchcoat drycleaned!" he said angrily. But then, the Quickening emerged from the small headless corpse and enveloped Duncan. A small spark, (about the size of the kind you get from rubbing your feet on the carpet and touching a doorknob) zapped Duncan in the arm. "Hah hah hah!" Duncan laughed. His voice rose in a falsetto sing-song, "There Can Be Only One! Ha ha, I got you just like I got Richie!" He giggled crazily and left the hospital, in search of more young immortals to kill. The end (I warned you!) -Greg Palmer ------------------------------------------------ E-Mail: gpalmer@xroads.com WWW: http://www.xroads.com/pages/gpalmer/gpalmer.html =========================================================================