Date: Fri, 5 Aug 1994 01:28:27 GMT Reply-To: NICK_BERNSTEIN@fourd.com Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: NICK BERNSTEIN Organization: 4th Dimension BBS Subject: Shadows 1 of ?? _Shadows_ part I By Nick Bernstein (NICK_BERNSTEIN@four.com ) All events and people are fictitious, any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. =============================================================================== _Monday, 11:30pm, 8/1/94_ Slowly at first, then faster, faster two silver blades blurred in a dance of death. There can be only one. We had been fighting for almost five minutes already, a long time for a sword fight. Then, all of a sudden, it was over. His blade was through my chest, and mine passed through his neck. Quickening coursed up and down me, ripping me apart, and putting me back together so fast that it was impossible to see. All I feel is pain. I scream. Not because his blade was still embedded in my ribs, or because quickening in the form of lightning was coursing up and down my body...I screamed because no man should be condemned to eternal life. "Condemned?", you ask. Yes, condemned to having to fight for your life, having to watch those you love become old, and die, while you remain young. I pull the saber our of my chest, and drop to my knees, shuddering as light bulbs, windows, and just about everything else explodes, showering me with debris. Finally, I make it to my knees and put both swords into my trench, where they are absorbed by the my quickening. I am amazed that I won that fight, he had so much quickening...oh well, he musta' won it by treachery. Slowly, in the dark I make my way home. ----------------------]* [ * ] *[------------------------------ Before we go any further, let me tell you a little about my self. I am *about* nine hundred...give or take fifty years. When I died, I was about seventeen, an orphan thief who got caught stealing from the wrong person. Who doesn't matter...what does is that I was hung, and killed. I learned about who and what I was from Ramerez, my teacher and mentor, who has been dead for the past three centuries or so. ----------------------]* [ * ] *[-------------------------- _Tuesday, 2:20am, 8/2/94_ I awoke with a start, feeling the presence of an immortal..._Again_. "I'm too tired for this shit, it ain't the fuckin' gathering ya' know!", I yelled to the presence, "come back tomorrow, and then we'll /talk/." Abruptly, the presence vanished. *Well, at least he's polite.* Continued................ ===============================/^^^^^^^^\======================================= As this is my first post, I hope you bear with me. Questions and comments are welcome. _Constructive criticism_ (if phrased nicely) is also welcome. e-mail to: NICK_BERNSTEIN@ford.com <- preferred, or mbernste@UMassK12.edu ******************************************************************** System: fourd.com Phone: 617-494-0565 Cute quote: Being a computer means never having to say you're sorry ******************************************************************** =========================================================================