Date: Fri, 27 Jan 1995 16:05:24 -0500 Reply-To: MrlyMortal@AOL.COM Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Vicki Goodwin Subject: Justice Served Part I Hi all, This is my first try at this sort of thing so I welcome any suggestions. E-mail me with all your unending praise [hopefully ;-)] Seriously, I could use whatever help is out there. Justice Served is the plotline that's been plagueing me since Counterfiet Part II. It won't go away by itself so I'm passing it on to you. Lately I've been reading in the boards about what if Horton was really an immortal? Here is my humble answer to that question, I hope you enjoy. Justice Served By Vicki Goodwin The limp body slid to the fog damped ground, a lifeless husk. The dark warrior loomed over his fallen enemy, his blood still seething from their encounter. He felt a tingling along the nape of his neck and into the core of his being. A grim smile touched the warrior's lips as he turned from the crumpled form at his feet. Justice had been served. The others were waiting for him by her grave. The body, sprawled across the white marble in a cruel mockery of the love buried beneath, stared at him through empty eyes as he approached. Two men stood by the grave. One met the approaching warrior and, gesturing toward the body, quietly said, "I'll take care of it." A look of understanding passed between them before the man moved off to give the haggard warrior some semblance of privacy. The other man rose form his crouch by the grave. He stood ar the warrior's shoulder. The pain in his eyes mirroring that of his mentor's as he whispered, "I'm sorry Mac." The warrior regarded the grave, and the shell that lay across it, before turning to face his young protege. Quietly, he reassured the younger immortal, "She's not Tessa," he said softly, "She never was." That was all that needed to be said. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------- Drawing the only weapon he had left, a switchblade, James Horton turned to face his pursuer. Approaching like death, the abomination he had made his mission to destroy, drew nearer. On seeing the knife it stopped, and eyes nar rowing offered this advise: "You have one chance", it said coldly as it pointed towards it's chest, "right here." A thousand thoughts clashed through the mind of James Horton in the that brief moment, but first and formost was rage. Rage, that this cosmic monstrousity, which should have died over 370 years ago would live. While he, an unsung hero in the fight against the evil that had polluted mankind throught time, would die. Rage, that this undead freak would be the one to end his life. It was not right! They must not be allowed to exist, to finish their game. The fate of mankind was at stake. 'There is no power greater than man!', his mind raged, "No destiny that is not of our making. We will never be dominated!!!' And, with a courage born in maddness, James Horton lunged at the immortal evil that was Duncan MacLeod. The knife slipped through the empty space where Duncan MacLeod had stood. Horton felt a hand of iron grip his arm and twist. The momentum carried him forward into the waiting knife and MacLeod drove it deep between his ribs. Pain exploded in Horton's chest as the knife found his heart. As the numbing darknes reached up to claim him, he felt a certain calm exceptance. He might die, but others would take his place and carry on what he had started. Others in the organization would see that MacLeod, and all those like him, were destroyed...Forever. With that the mortal life of James Horton ended. End of Part I---Justice Served =========================================================================