Date:         Thu, 18 Aug 1994 09:46:45 -0700
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From:         Nath Prachayaamorn <nath@UCLINK2.BERKELEY.EDU>
Subject:      A Watcher's Story (part 3 of 4)

A Watcher's Story


By Nath Prachayaamorn

(part 3 of 4)


     It was all over the news.  A hostage crisis at a Bay Area
high school.  James Horton was in San Francisco on personal
business when he heard of the event on the news at his hotel.
He was planning on visiting the Dolan's tomorrow.  Horton knew
he couldn't attack this immortal problem by himself.  He had
decided that they had to be dealt with a number of years ago.
However, he never knew how to go about it.  When the gathering
began in 1985 with the death of the Kurgan, Horton knew that he
had to go to extreme means to hunt down these abominations.  He
continued to watch the news as they gave the report on the number
of people that they had confirmed were dead.   The crisis apparently
had concluded only minutes ago.  The police weren't releasing
names but when one of the hostages was interviewed, it confirmed
Horton's worst fears.  Rick Dolan was one of the dead.  Horton
wanted to recruit Rick.  In fact he hoped that Rick would be an
important part of his quest to rid this world of immortals.  Rick
had very strong ties to the Watchers through Dawson.  Even though
he was still young, he had proven he was responsible and reliable
when he was given the task to watch one of "them".  I'll have to
get over to his parents and offer my condolences, thought Horton.
But then, as the news replayed some scenes at the high school earlier
today, Horton saw a familiar face walking through the crowd.  It was
Rick.  Horton swore silently.  The boy had become one of "them".
This was indeed unexpected.  However, wheels starting turning in his
mind.  He could use the boy to get the rest of the immortals.  I
guess Rick's going to play an even more important role than he
expected.
     "Jack," called Horton.
     Another of his new followers emerged from the next room.
"Yes, sir."
     "Get the car.  We're going to visit some friends." smiled
Horton.


          *              *              *

     Richard Dolan had nothing to live for.  However, he had no
choice but to live.  "Immortality sucks!"  Rick said.  He had been
walking for hours trying to comprehend all that had happened that
day.  Rick couldn't comprehend all the death he had seen.  Especially
Danny's death.  She had meant everything to him yet he had let her
down.  If I only could have gotten in there maybe she would still be
alive, thought Rick.  But its too late now.  She was dead and he
was alive.  "I don't deserve to live," exclaimed Rick.  Yet he
had too.  Rick only had one wish.  He wished that some immortal would
find him and end his life.
     When Rick had completely tired out, he looked around and
discovered that it was night time.  He began walking home.  As he
approached his house, he saw that the house was dark.  They're probably
looking for him, he thought.  They're probably worried sick over him.
He knocked on the door of his home hoping someone was home.  He had
left the keys behind in his English class, the place where all of his
problems had begun.  The door was unlocked.  Rick carefully stepped
inside.  His home was a mess.  It was as if the house were hit by a
tornado.  "Yeah, right.  Freak tornado touches down in the middle of
California." said Rick.  Then he saw the blood.  "No..", he whispered,
"not them too."  Rick didn't rush in.  He slowly walked into the
kitchen and found he two bodies.  Rick fell to his knees.  He had
no more tears and no more strength to mourn his parents.
     "I'm so sorry we couldn't save them, Rick." said a familiar
voice.
     Rick turned around with eyes that Horton had never seen in the
boy--the man before in their long friendship.  Rick didn't seemed
surprised by his presence.  He was past that now.  "What happened,
James?"
     James Horton had been a friend to this young watcher for
almost as long as Joe Dawson.  He stood behind Rick very calmly in his
trench coat, and standing next to him was another man Rick only knew
as another watcher.  "We believe it to be an immortal, who killed
your parents."
     "But why?"
     "It was probably because of you."
     "Because of me?", asked Rick with a tinge of anger in his
voice.
     "I know your immortal.  The news has been going non-stop
about the hostage crisis at your school.  One of the hostages gave
your name while she was being interviewed." answered Horton.
     "You still haven't told me why."
     "Some immortals like to hurt their enemies before they kill
them."
     "Why would I become their enemy?" asked Rick.
     "You became their enemy when you 'died' earlier today.  The
immortals don't care about lives like we do."
     Now Rick had a focus for his hatred.  From that day he began
to hate immortals and thus hate himself for what he had become.
Horton knew that he now would have a perfect weapon to fight other
immortals.  All he needs is to be trained, thought Horton.  "C'mon
Rick, we have to leave."



          *              *              *



     It had been four years before Horton began his crusade
against immortals.  During that time, James Horton had been able
to get Rick Dolan trained by swordmasters from around the world.
Rick was now a very accomplished swordsman.  He could use a variety
of swords and techniques.  However, he mostly used a katana.
Rick's skills were very impressive but Horton worried that they
would be small obstacles for other immortals.  Even though Rick
had been trained by great swordmasters.  Those swordmasters were
still mortal.  They didn't have the skills that other immortals have
from centuries of experience.  Horton knew that the best way for
Rick to be able to get that experience was by getting a Quickening.
Horton had begun hunting immortals.  His men had just killed his
third one, an immortal named Thackery, when the idea struck him.
He came up with the perfect target.  One whose death would bring
fear to the immortals and more than enough experience to Rick.
     Richard Dolan and James Horton arrived in Berlin.  They were
here on "business", or so Horton had informed his brother-in-law.
Horton planned on organizing his group to terminate two more targets
in Paris.  They would be a great challenge comparatively to the
others they had dealt with before.  As the two were driving towards
Paris, Horton gave a briefing to Rick.
     "You'll find the files in the glove compartment, Rick." said
Horton.
     Rick opened the compartment and saw a computer disk.  He
popped it into his laptop as Horton continued driving.  "Our first
target is an immortal named Darius.  As you can see he's quite old."
informed Horton.
     "Hmm.  It says here that he's a priest.  That's a funny
occupation for an immortal."
     "Darius was a conqueror more than a millennium ago.  He had
led legions of barbarians to conquer the whole of Europe.  He got
to Paris and stopped."
     "Why's that?" asked Rick.
     "I don't know.  But it doesn't really matter, he has
something that we need."
     "We need something from an immortal?" said Rick with
apparent hate in his voice.
     "Yes.  It seems our priest has gotten hold one of our
Chronicles."
     Rick went pale.  "If he has one of the Chronicles than
surely he knows about us."
     "Yes, but he has never revealed anything."
     "To bad for him," smiled Rick.  "Is the other one as old?"
asked Rick as he continued with Darius' file.
     "No, but he's just as interesting... His name is Duncan
Macleod.  He has a kinsman named Connor.
     "Wait.. Isn't Connor Macleod the one who started the
Gathering?"
     "Yes, he is," responded Horton.
     "I can't wait to take his head." smiled Rick.
     "No.  He's not going to be the one.  At least not the first
one we let you get."
     "It can't be Darius."  However, he looked at Horton.  Damn
it is, thought Rick.
     "But he's on holy ground.  I can't kill him there."
     "I've arranged it so you won't have to.  Don't worry.  Its
all being handled, and when it's over you'll have more power than
you have imagined, Rick."
     For just a moment, Rick smiled.  He hadn't smiled for a long
time.  However, the idea that he would get some measure of revenge
pleased him.



                  *              *              *



     By the time the two got into Paris, it seemed that Horton's
men had gotten organized and were ready.  "I've heard that there
is another immortal in the area besides the two that we're hunting."
mentioned Rick.
     "Yes.  It seems that our men weren't as thorough as I had
anticipated.  Thackery had been almost too much for them in Dublin.
They decided not to go after his friend--one Hugh Fitzcairn.  He's
also a friend of Macleod's," said Horton.
     "Could he be a problem?"
     "I don't think so.  He doesn't have a clue about us.  He
shouldn't expect anything has gone wrong other than the fact that a
few immortals have gone missing."
     It seems that the gathering is providing us with a little
cover, thought Rick.  He still worried as to how he would be able to
get Darius' Quickening.  Horton's men packed up their weapons and
went to the car.  Rick remain in the car until he was signaled.  This
would keep Darius from sensing him.  Everything went exactly as
planned.  Horton and his men drove to the Church and went in.
They called Rick in a moment later.  When Rick entered the Church
he was able to sense Darius.  The experience was a little overwhelming.
Darius was indeed a very powerful immortal.  As he approached the
monk, he saw that Horton's men were holding him.  The priest just
looked at Rick as he approached.  The look seemed worse than the
ability to sense him.  "Why are you doing this?" he asked.  Rick
wouldn't respond with words.  He pulled out his black hilt katana.
     "No Rick not here.  We'll take him with us and find an
appropriate place." said one of Horton's men.  He smiled, "I think
we'll mail his head to Macleod."  At that moment a telephone rang.
It was enough of a distraction for the old priest to get away from
his captors.  He sure doesn't move like a priest, thought Rick.
Darius had moved so quickly two of the three men holding the priest
were on the ground faster than they knew what hit them.  However,
as Darius tried to flee there was a loud bang.  Rick could see some
kind of dart hit the priest's back.  It was Horton's stun gun.
The immortal fell to his knees, immobilized. The people who were
attempting to call the priest might investigate why he didn't respond.
Rick would have to act quickly.
     "I guess we'll have to kill him earlier than we expected.
Take him out to the alley behind the church.  I think that should be
far enough." said Rick.
     In the alley, Rick decapitated the two thousand year old
immortal.  The Quickening was beyond anything Rick had imagined.
The energy surged through every part of his body.  In fact, Rick
actually was lifted into the air as the experience and raw power
of the old immortal struck his body.  After what had seemed like an
eternity Rick fell to the ground.  Horton and his men just stared at
him.  They didn't bother to help him up.  After all he is one of
"them".  As for Rick, he didn't know what was up or down.  His head
just felt like someone had drove a van over it.  It was hard to
concentrate with so many images inside his mind. But there was
something else, almost like a voice.
     [What does it feel like to be a killer?]
     It was so faint, Rick could barely hear it.  He tried to
push all the things that were flooding in his head away from his
conscious thoughts.  It was very difficult but soon the images and
voice faded.  Rick then tried to get up.



                  *              *              *



     It was Horton's idea to put Darius' body back in the Church.
He thought it would take away the sense of security that immortals
had about holy ground.  Once someone found the body, immortals would
know that no place would be safe.  Rick couldn't continue with Horton's
plan.  He would spend the next month recuperating from his experiences
of that day.  In his absence, he would later learn, things didn't turn
out so well as planned.  Horton, couldn't find the fifth Chronicle.
Macleod and Fitzcairn had discovered the existence of the Watcher's, and
all attempts to kill them had failed.  Horton decided to regroup and
return to the States.  However, he had worse luck there than in Paris.
Macleod had followed them back and almost killed Horton.  If it wasn't
for the fact that Joe Dawson helped Horton, he would have died.
     As Rick recovered, he began to test his newfound abilities.
He could now defeat everyone of his teachers in combat.  Whether it
was armed or unarmed fighting no one could match his skill.  Rick liked
the fact that he could get the upper hand on the very people that
had taught him.  However, when Rick learned that Horton had failed to
get Macleod and he was done with the Watchers, he took over what
remained of Horton's group.  There were just a few loyal men and
even they couldn't not actually associate with Horton.  Rick would have
to be their middle man.  If Horton was to continue his crusade, he would
need access to the Watcher's files.  As the weeks went by and Rick had
reorganized Horton's group of renegades as Horton himself was recovering,
he did not forget Duncan Macleod.  The Highlander would be dealt with.
I know the man inside and out.  I taught.. I mean Darius taught him a
thing or two, thought Rick.  He knew the heart and mind of Duncan
Macleod and he knew exactly how to hurt him.  It would be through a
woman named Tessa Noel.



to be concluded......




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Ramirez:  "The Kurgen, he is the strongest of all the immortals.  He's the
           perfect warrior.  If he wins the prize, mortal man will suffer
           an eternity of darkness... "
Connor:   "How do you fight such a savage?"
Ramirez:  "With heart, faith, and steel.  In the end, there can be only one."
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Nath Prachayaamorn
nathprac@ocf.berkeley.edu
nath@uclink2.berkeley.edu
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