Date: Mon, 15 Jan 1996 18:24:12 -0500 Reply-To: shannara@TWAVE.NET Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Kim Sefcik Subject: "'Til Death Do Us Part" (Part 10/13) CHAPTER 10 Someplace dark Who knows? Michelle had had her fair share of hangovers, but nothing prepared her for the sickening pain of reviving. As she swam back into consciousness, the room didn't want to cooperate, instead it swam and bucked and whirled in directions that she didn't even know existed. Not to mention that she felt like someone was ramming a jackhammer into her chest. And just when she thought that it couldn't get any worse, he felt the sickening hum of another Immortal. /This is *not* turning out to be a good day,/ she groaned mentally. "Good morning, Michelle," came the panther like voice she recognized from earlier, "having a nice day?" Groaning, Michelle yanked herself alert, "Yea, I'm just dandy... I'm used to waking up in strange locations with a splitting headache -- happens every Saturday night, in fact." "Very funny, Michelle, I'm glad that you have a sense of humor... you'll need it." "Do you realize how incredibly cliche that sounds?" Michelle flinched as she suddenly felt cold steel at her throat. She looked up at the shadowed face of her female captor, hoping that her fear wasn't visible in the dim light. "Do you realize how close you are to loosing your head?" "I'm not the one who's going to lose my head." "And I'm not the one holding this sword next to your head," the black clad figure sounded amused as she stuck a piece of masking tape over Michelle's mouth, "It's been fun, Shelly, but I have some business to attend to, hasta-la bye-bye." /Wonderful,/ Michelle thought to the darkness, after she heard the door click shut. Michelle looked around her surroundings. At first it looked like some sort of warehouse, /why do bad guys *all ways* use abandoned warehouses?/, but she soon realized it was too small for that. It looked more like a very large garage or storage area. There was an abundance of sharp metal and wood, giving Michelle an idea. She heaved the chair she has tied to over toward a vicious looking metal shard. Squeaking and pushing, she finally made her way close enough to try and cut her bonds. Placing her roped hands over the fragment, she sawed and hacked at the heavy rope. After a few minutes of ineffectual sawing, Michelle felt to tickle on her hands. Looking down, she saw the largest spider she's ever seen before in her life. With a muffled squeal, she jerked her hands up, and sent the hairy arachnid flying to his doom. Unfortunately, her ropes caught the metal shard and sent it flying to land with a CLANG at the other end of the room. It was turning out to be a *very* bad day. 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" =========================================================================