Date: Wed, 2 Nov 1994 15:01:13 EST Reply-To: Highlander TV show stories Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Brian Macleod Subject: Behind Blue Eyes, part 10 (end) ************************************************************************* *************************H I G H L A N D E R***************************** *****************B E H I N D B L U E E Y E S********************* ************************************************************************* BY BRIAN PROCOPIO, BASED ON THE FILM OF THE SAME NAME. COPYRIGHT 1994 CHAOS PICTURES, INC. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- PART TEN (EPILOGUE) _________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________ He stood and watched the young ones argue, their heated words of desperation, fear, and anger coming to him in snippets on the wind. "I can't..." "why?" "I can't go through with this... only nineteen...." "so am I" "I have a life to lead, I can't hide behind..... it's too much..." "but... why?" Why. He kept asking himself the same question. Why was he the way he was? Why did she have to die? Why go on? Why anything anymore? David and Lisa shared one last hug off in the distance. He didn't want to let her go. She broke the embrace and turned. He caught her hand, and she let it trail for a moment, the lingering touch saying what neither could as she said goodbye forever... After awhile Macleod joined him at the automobile's side. "Where we going?" he asked, looking forward all the while as he got into the car. "Away," was the only reply he recieved in return.... ______________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________________________________________________ No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind Blue Eyes.... No one knows what it's like To be hated To be baited To telling only lies.... But my dreams, they aren't as empty... As my conscience seems to be... I heard I was only lonely... My love is vengance, that's never freed... No one knows what it's like To feel these feelings Like I do And I blame you... No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through... But my dreams, they aren't as empty... As my conscience seems to be... I heard I was only lonely... My love is vengance, that's never freed.. _______________________________________________________________________________ Lyrics by Pete Townsend _______________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________________ Well, it's finally finished. Many thanks to Maryanne for the constructive criticisms!!!!! (definately helped alot!!), Jason Tippet and everyone else who's posted fanfic these past few months, you've all been an inspiration, Dave Bock and Paul Troth (david macleod and marak, respectively...), Kristy Dennehy (for *ahem* moral support), and everyone else who's mailed me with encouragements, etc. Anyway, next week begins the *best* installment of the saga so far, so join us then for "THE BATTLE OF EVERMORE"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wow, it's really over, isn't it? Thanks again everybody, e-mail me with your comments, etc. Brian Macleod, Brian MacKenzie, Brian Procopio (depending on your pronunciation of course!!! :) =========================================================================