Date: Tue, 29 Mar 1994 00:44:36 -0500 Reply-To: Highlander TV show stories Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: Elizabeth A Scroggs Subject: Mentor (part1) Hi there everyone. I've been lurking for awhile, reading everyone's lovely stories, when I was suddenly overcome with the urge to write one of my own. Be warned, this is the first story I have ever written in my life. For clarification, it takes place in the TV universe, even though there are some of the characters from the movie in it. It is supposed to happen a little bit after Unholy Alliance. Please send comments to betsy@jhunix.hcf.jhu.edu And if it looks funny, like letters getting repeated, I'm sorry. My mailer is funny. Well, here it is. ********** Mentor A Highlander story Betsy Scroggs *********** The room was dark. In the bed in the corner, a man was asleep, oblivious to the danger he was in. The door opened a crack, just enough to let in the muzzle of a silenced pistol. The laser sighting rested over the man's heart. James Horton smiled as he pulled the trigger. Connor MacLeod woke up with a gasp. What had happened? He shook his head to clear away the fog. 'I've been shot,' he thought. His chest still hurt. 'I must have died instantly.' He tried to shift in his chair. His chair? Why was he sitting? And why couldn't he move his arms or legs? He looked down at the ropes across his bloody chest, pinning his arms behind him. His legs were just as immobile, each one was tied to a chair leg. "What's going on?!" he cried out angrily. He was answered with a harsh slap across his face, bloodyiying his lip. "Shut up, you abomination! The sound of your voicice makes me ill!" Connor glared angrily at his captor. "Who are you?" "I'm warning you, Highlander..." Horton stopped and smiled at the look of surprise on his prey's face. "That's right. I know all about you. Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod, born in 1518, became *Immortal* in 1536." He spoke that word as if it were a curse he wouldn't wish upon his worst enemy. "I have a bone to pick with your clansman Duncan MacLeod. That monster ruined my life in his quest to rule the earth. I'll get even with him. I'll destroy everything he cares about in the world. I've already gotten rid of his dear friend Darius. His lady love is gonone. So is that boy he had taken in. He's had to run back to Paris. How do you think he would react to the death of his clansman and first mentor ?" "If you're going to kill me, why don't you just get it over with?" "The only pleasure I would get from killing you now is the knowledge that I freed the world from one more oppressive Immortatal. No, I've got better plans for you. I want to see the look on his face when he watches you die. And I'm going to do it on holy ground so no other Immortal can benefit from your death. Especially Duncan MacLeod." Connor was at a loss for words. This madman seemed to know everything about him and about Immortals. Worse, he knew all of Duncan's weaknesses. Connor's only hope was if thiss man underestimated Duncan's strengths. " "So we're going to Paris to lure your clansman out." "Why should I cooperate with you?" "You don't have to. I'll just shoot you and m move you while you're dead." Connor shuddered at the thought of the hot metal ripping through his flesh again. Even though he would wake up afterwards, it didn't make it hurt any less. But he gritted his teeth and squinted up at his captor. "I'll wake up in the middle of the flight. How will you explain that to customs?" Horton smirked, amused that this freak thought he could get the upper hand. "I have connections. But in case you need more incentive to behave, I've taken care of that too. Boys!" Connor heard a rustling outside of his bedroom. Two scowling young men, heavy with arrogance, came in, pushing a woman in front of them. Her wrists were tied together, and she was not g gagged, but she didn't make a sound. Cononnor sighed. Brenda. He shohould have known. He hadn't seen her in two years. She cououldn't handle not growing old together. It had not been a messy divorce, but Connor wished it could havave turned out differently. He still loved her. He cursed himself for letting himself fall in love again, for letting an innocent mortal get put in harm's way. He couldn't bring himself to look at her. He felt that he had failed her. "I guess we're going to Paris," Connor said grimly, still looking at the floor. "Youou're just as weak as your clansman, becoming attracted to mortal women." Horton pointed his gun at Connor while one of the boys undid the ropes. The other one held on to Brenda, watching Connor threateningly. "Get cleaned up and get dressed. And I don't have to tell you to behave, do I?" As if on cue, the man holding Brenda shoved her and she let out a small frightened gasp. "No," Connor replied sadly. "You don't have to tell me anything." ********** end part one =========================================================================