Date: Sun, 14 Jan 1996 12:36:22 -0500 Reply-To: shannara@TWAVE.NET Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Kim Sefcik Subject: "'Til Death Do Us Part" (Part 08/13) CHAPTER 8 MacLeod's Apartment 11:43am Michelle lay on the leather sofa, her black hair draped around her shoulders. She held her sword above her head and was swinging the blade around, looking at the different pattens the refracted light made on the walls. Sighing, she sat up and set her sword down on the couch. She glanced over at the clock and sighed again. Richie had been gone almost an hour. She heaved herself off the couch and sauntered into the kitchen. Rummaging through the refrigerator until she was satisfied that there was nothing worth eating, she then walked back out to the living room\bedroom and plopped down on the bed. Staring up at the tapestry that hung over Duncan's bed, she idly wondered where Duncan kept his TV set. Sighing she looked up at the tapestry again, it's gigantic war scene billowed slightly in a draft. Bouncing up off the bed she waltzed over to the window and peered out onto the street below. Abruptly, Michelle whirled around as a humming buzz filled the air around her, she leapt for her sword and held it aloft, steeling herself for the worst. She waited, her heartbeat pounding loud in her ears. The silence loomed, almost deafening... but nothing happened. "Richie?" she called, knowing that it wasn't him. Relaxing her guard somewhat, Michelle stepped into the elevator and pulled the rusted grill down. After a short, noisy ride down to the dojo, Michelle pulled up the grate and stepped out into the semi-darkness of the empty dojo. Almost all of the dojo's blinds were closed, and the few that were open filtered soft, subdued light into the main training room. Shadows of light and darkness flitted across the wall and floors of the room with an expectant, urgent feeling. "Who's there?" she called. "I'm Michelle Webster, if you want me, I'm here," She could feel, on an almost primal level, that there was... someone, here. A slight throb at the root of her Quickening told her that someone was waiting. Still no response aside from the thrum of silence. "Are you the Immortal that I ran into today?" Nothing. "Where are you dammit?" Michelle called, somewhere between exasperation and fear. "Right behind you," rasped a cold voice from the shadows. Michelle, as if in a dream, heard the soft *ppfftt* of a silenced gun go off. She crumbled to the floor, her sword falling with a CLANG and a red rose of blood springing from her chest, and then it all went mercifully black. Kim Sefcik Watcher-in-training Richie Reservist Internet: shannara@twave.net shannara@ravenwood.com | "I am Richie Ryan of the clan . . . wait, /~\ can we try that again?" @xxxxx| (|===============================- \____/\_/ "Being blind, you would wish all others blind | as well." -- Cleante, "Tartuffe" =========================================================================