Date: Wed, 12 Oct 1994 12:20:29 EDT Reply-To: Highlander TV show stories Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Brian Macleod Subject: Behind Blue Eyes, part 3 Just a notice, this takes place in the TV series universe and in between season two and three!**************************************************** *************************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. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Oh, THAT was nice!" exclaimed MacKenzie as his pupil spun into a block, catching Brian's sword just before it connected with his skin. He grinned as he pressed the combat further, driving David back towards the rocky ledge behind him. His forehead was beginning to bead with sweat, while his student's was flowing freely, the wear and tear of the combat evident in his musculature. "oh..." grunted Macleod, "you're just a BARREL of laughs today, Mac!" He dove forward once more, catching his teacher on the shoulder with his blade. "Hey! That one almost HURT!" yelled MacKenzie, reaching in to swipe at Dave's exposed back with the flat of his blade, the shot knocking his student off- balance, tossing Dave toward the chasm down below. Dave's yelp of surprise was cut short as his sparring partner grabbed the back of his shirt, yanking him back onto the outcropping on which they stood. After he regained his balance, Macleod asked, "And you made that jump WILLINGLY?!?!? Onto a passing train??" "It was better than getting beheaded," retorted Brian. "Most things are, actually." Dave took a seat on one of the wide, flat stones scattered across the plateau, inspecting the blade of his sword. "You think you're done!?" questioned MacKenzie increduously. "We've still got your forms to work on, m'boy!" "You know I HATE it when you refer to me as 'young one' or 'm'boy', Mac, I really do...." <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< His biceps ached from the excursion that the day had brought him, but he raised his katana once more at the bidding of his acting teacher for the day. "C'mon, now, Bri, let's go to it again, shall we?" chuckled Duncan Macleod, whipping his claymore about in anticipation, eager to be teaching the lesson for once. "grrrr... Connor never made me train this hard in one bloody day, Macleod," grimaced Brian MacKenzie, rotating his arms about to rid them of some of their soreness. "Awww, ee's just gitting a bit soft in his old age, at's all," replied Duncan. "He's only fifty years older than you!" "And you're only fifty years younger than me, so let's go, young one..." Duncan brought his sword down in an overhead strike... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ....which his student barely blocked, the clanging of metal blades echoing across the vally floor below. "Always be on guard for an attack, Dave. Just because it wouldn't be 'fair' doesn't mean that you can't be attacked. Just because you're immortal doesn't mean you're invulnerable," MacKenzie commented as they hacked and slashed through another spar. "I thought that the rules were there to provide safety for us?" questioned Macleod as he cut inwards with a trust. "They provide us with some measure of safety, yes, but only from each other. No other immortal will kill you on holy ground, no two immortals can attack another single immortal, these laws are steadfast among our kind," lectured Brian as he riposted the strike and countered with one of his own in turn. "We have to be cautious of things besides other immortals as well, though. Look what happened to Darius, for instance." "Darius? You mentioned him before, in the past, who was he, what happened to him?" asked Dave. MacKenzie motioned for them to put down their weapons as he began, taking a seat upon the rocks and gazing out towards the setting sun.... <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< ....was glowing fiercely through the windows of Connor's studio flat as Duncan walked in through the elevator entrance. "Duncan!" Brian called out as he walked up to his fellow countryman and embraced him as an old friend. "Sorry to hear about Tessa, she was special to us all," he commented quietly. "Thanks, I know you understand how it is," returned Duncan. A look of silent knowledge passed among the two blood-brothers. Brian broke off the quiet revelrie as he glanced over Duncan's shoulder at the next incoming visitor. "Ritchie! Long time no see," he grinned as the younger im- mortal came through the door, bags in hand. "Hey, the other 'Mac' himself!" exclaimed Ritchie Ryan as he walked through the flat, his old thief's instincts taking over as he surveyed the apartment. "It's been awhile, Bri," he said as he shook hands with one of the other immortals he trained with in the few months after he had left Duncan and before returning once more to his original mentor. "Nice of you all to drop by," remarked the man of the house as he strode into the main floor from his "collection" room. "Connor!" Duncan and Ritchie cried out in unison. Brian stepped aside to let the newcomers make their greetings with the eldest immortal. He glanced out of the windows, wondering what the third Macleod swordsman was doing at that moment. "Have to return home soon," he thought, "but first I have to find out what was so special that Duncan wanted us all here to tell us....." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That's it for just now, part 4 will be along in a day or so... Sorry to keep you all hanging.... E-mail me with comments, Macleod@vm.temple.edu =========================================================================