Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Jacob Kell--New York--1981

He had been watching this woman for months, off and on. Just as he had watched the women in Connor's life before this. It didn't seem unusual to him at least for Connor to have gone missing. It made him laugh though to think this woman had at one time cheated on the Highlander, but that in and of itself would come to be useful to him one day. He wasn't sure when or how, and right now it didn't matter. The only thought in his mind was to wreak pain and anguish on Connor MacLeod, in the only way he knew how. He had to pay, Macleod did for what he had done. And pay he would the man thought, yes Connor would pay and pay and pay.

Connor--New York-1981

New York. It was good to be back in New York. The letter he had received in New Orleans was certainly cryptic. The note held few words or clues as to what was up or who the sender was. It was a curiosity. The note simply said BE There along with the address where he was supposed to. It was typed in bold face print. You'll find this fun! That was all that was written.

Hell, it was probably Duncan up to some weird joke. Duncan for all his charm could be a practical jokester. His thoughts turned inward as the plan begin its journey towards the city he had called home for over a century. New York, home to his adopted daughter Rachel. He had missed her so over the last two years. Although he had called her regularly, he missed seeing her. Hell he missed the shop. His thoughts turned to Brenda. Maybe he would stop in to see her. Hopefully she wouldn't hate him too much when he appeared. First off however, he had to take care of this meeting, and see what it was that Duncan might want. He knew as well that it might not be Duncan. He would be careful. It is how he'd kept his head for so long.

Connor looked at his watch. Right on time, an unusual thing for him usually. He glanced up and down the boulevard, expecting Duncan or some other immortal from his past to just pop up. He extended his senses far out and felt nothing. His soft hazel eyes scanned the surrounding throngs slowly and fell upon a lady in red. Lady in Red.. not just any lady, Brenda. A soft smile lit his face. "How fortuitous," Connor thought as he lifted his hand to call a greeting to her. At just that moment a black car came speeding from nowhere and rammed into Brenda, catapulting her 20 feet away. Once again as in times past his immortal sense caught wind of something strong, something that made him sicker than the immortal buzz usually did.

"Dammit!" Connor thought as he turned and quickly went the other way, his thoughts a jumble as yet another person he loved met a untimely and violent death. Connor faded into the crowd, his face tormented, his soul crushed. It had happened again. So many times in his past a loved one died tragically. He had began to feel cursed, but not by witches or demons. No, this was too thorough. he knew his curse had a name. And until now it had not found Rachel. And wouldn't if he had anything to do with it. The reunion with his daughter now canceled, Connor made his way back to the airport.