Who: Methos and Duncan MacLeod What: The end (part narrative part gdoc) When: Saturday Where: Running away from the big fight/rescue Warnings: Blood/violence/bad language... Status: Complete/Gdoc
Methos had known no matter how well he planned his time without being discovered was limited. There was no way out of the trap of a dome and he had no brothers at his side to help him kill everyone that would put up a fight. He’d had a good run and learned much about the people he was facing.
He hadn't been able to get out easily. They had overwhelming numbers and there were people there that wanted his blood and were perfectly capable of taking it. There was a dark haired woman he'd run into before that seemed to have no other abilities than fighting really well that had managed to break several of his ribs and rattled his brain in his skull somewhat. In the end he got out of the thick of the fighting by throwing himself out a window of the abandoned house he'd been occupying. There had been a sharp snap in his ankle when he hit the ground but he managed to keep moving while it knit itself back together.
Methos had also rigged traps. He'd rigged things to fall, like stacks of boxes, and cut through some floors and covered them with things that wouldn't hold an adults weight. His last trap that had taken the most time was a huge stack of furniture from the abandoned house and various crates, pallets and other things he'd found that would block off the alley he ran down so he could make it into another building without anyone seeing and hopefully he could keep going from there.
Now it was time to retreat and try new tactics.
He was a mess of blood and healing injuries from the various fights when he went on the run since there were people in this place that had even more god-like powers than he did unfortunately. But as soon as he ducked through the door that was blocked off by the furniture for other people the scrape of another immortal's quickening went across his senses and he knew there was still another fight in front of him.
***
Like Methos, Duncan knew the end was coming. Whether it was his own or Methos’ was yet to be determined. The other immortal was better with a sword than Duncan was for having far more time living than the Highlander, but Duncan had patience and determination.
The trap blocked off any immediate backup for the immortal, but Duncan preferred it that way. He would go to incapacitate. The others might not for as angry as they were. Everyone had agreed to this, or most of them had, so Duncan was in position.
The Quickening vibrated between them as Methos came close. Duncan stood there, katana unsheathed and ready.
“That’s enough.”
***
“Oh honestly.” Methos sighed and shifted his sword into a ready position again. It was stained with blood right now but that didn’t make it any less functional. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those ‘cult of the one’ morons. You aren’t old enough to take me and I’m in a hurry. I can kill you later if you insist.”
He’d been doing this for nearly a thousand years after all. There were very few the age of the Horsemen.
***
Duncan had learned that age did not automatically give one the edge. Granted, he’d learned that the hard way in his arrogance, but that had been tempered out of him.
He brought the sword up into a challenge position. “You will have to go through me to escape this time.” God, he sounded like a damn cliche.
***
Well during that thousand years he and the others had run down enough immortals to take their quickening and advance their own powers as well. And Methos had spent all that time waging war and killing tens of thousands of people. He was very good.
“If I must.” Methos sighed but the initial attack against Duncan didn’t show any of the hesitation his modern version had against Duncan. He was tired and still healing so he pressed the offensive sharply hoping to put a quick end to things. “You could have kept your quickening you know.”
***
Duncan immediately went on the defensive, giving ground for a variety of reasons. He wanted Methos cocky and assure, but he honestly hadn’t expected this much ferocity. The clash of steel on steel echoed around them.
“Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren’t you?” He really hadn’t meant to make a pun.
***
“Oh good, he has a sense of humor.” Methos smirked as he continued to press his attack. Right now from the sense he was getting of Duncan’t abilities it was too close to call on who would be the winner. Methos didn’t like fair odds. So he pulled the long kitchen knife with his off hand and took a swipe at Duncan with that as well.
***
“I learned it from you.” Duncan grinned even as he continued on the defensive. He was getting a sense of this version of Methos’ fighting style and ability, learning quickly what his motivation and openings were. There weren’t many of the latter, especially after that knife came into play. Duncan had to take a jump back to keep from getting sliced open, but he hoped the maneuver would tempt Methos closer.
***
Methos didn’t trust it when a strong opponent gave ground too easily. That was almost always a trap of some sort. So instead of following he stayed where he was to watch what Duncan would do. “You don’t know me. No immortal that meets the Horsemen has lived to tell about it.” He hadn’t run into Cassandra yet in his timeline, she would be the first.
***
“You don’t know everything, and have been too busy feeling superior to learn.” Bruce’s voice giving Duncan some last minute advice went through the Highlander’s mind, and he decided to not re-engage. This was no time for messing around. If Methos felt he had a window of opportunity to leave he would take it. Duncan couldn’t allow that.
“For instance. You have never watched Raiders of the Lost Ark.” Duncan pulled the Desert Eagle Bruce had given him and shot Methos in the chest.
***
Methos had no idea what Raiders of the Lost Ark was but he’d learned what a gun was very recently. They hurt a lot. But there hadn’t been any time to try to avoid anything. It was like being hit in the chest with a club the way it smashed the air out of him.
The look he gave Duncan was a mix of confusion and irritation...just before his knees cut out and he sprawled out on the ground, dead. Unlike the arrow this one would take longer to heal.
***
Duncan felt like hell. He wasn’t the kind of resort to cheating like this, but dire circumstances and other people’s lives in danger made him accept Bruce’s suggestion to bring a gun to a sword fight. But it was over now, and he could fall into a bottle of scotch later.
He pulled out a bunch of ziptie cuffs as he approached Methos. “Forgive me, my friend, but I think you’ll thank me for this later.” After thoroughly hogtying Methos he would call for that backup and tell everyone they could stand down.
***
Since it was going to take him a while to come back to life with his heart basically shredded in his chest they were able to take Methos to the cage at WAMM and lock him up before his heart healed enough to start beating again. When he woke up he was behind bars and there didn't look to be any way out.