{"id":1470,"date":"2012-09-05T05:48:15","date_gmt":"2012-09-05T05:48:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/azar.ink-and-quill.com\/?p=1470"},"modified":"2012-09-06T03:25:34","modified_gmt":"2012-09-06T03:25:34","slug":"fic-the-childrens-hour-part-59-fkhl-diviakenny","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/azar.ink-and-quill.com\/?p=1470","title":{"rendered":"Fic: The Children’s Hour part 5\/9 (FK\/HL, Divia\/Kenny)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Location Unknown
\nsomewhere in Seacouver<\/strong><\/p>\n

It had been a very long night. Richie groaned again softly, rolling his head from side to side since his neck was still sore from the last time Divia had killed him. Which she’d done more times than he could count over the course of the night. Every time he’d woken up she had been there, waiting.<\/p>\n

Okay, in the future, remember not to piss off baby vampires,<\/em> he chided himself. They’re as childish as real kids and a hell of a lot more painful!<\/em><\/p>\n

He had a feeling he was safe for the moment, though, since sunlight was doing its best to stream in through the dusty windows in the room where he was being held. From what he knew about vampires–which admittedly wasn’t much–sunlight was not something she would hang around in.<\/p>\n

Which meant that while the sun was still shining he might have a chance to escape. If he could only figure out how to get out of these handcuffs!<\/p>\n

In another place and time, he could imagine himself enjoying very much being handcuffed, but this wasn’t that place or that time and these definitely weren’t the people! So instead he began squirming his hands around, trying to slip out, but the cuffs were too tight.<\/p>\n

An idea did finally come to him but it turned his stomach only slightly less than his creepy captors. Nevertheless, it might be his only way out. So, twining his hands together, Richie pulled with all his strength and dislocated both his thumbs with a loud pop.<\/p>\n

Reeling in pain, he bit back the scream that his mind wanted to let out. Slowly, agonizingly, he eased the cuffs over his mangled hands so that they fell empty to the floor on the other side of the pipe.<\/p>\n

Doubling over with the pain, he crawled into a corner of the room behind the door. He prayed that no one would come in and find him before his hands could heal.<\/p>\n

Having never tested his Immortal healing powers in quite this way before, it came as a bit of a surprise that the healing was almost as painful as the injury. Joints snapped back into place, sending stabs of agony through his arms before the tendons and muscles could even begin to repair themselves. Five long minutes later, Richie was finally able to move his fingers. Getting unsteadily to his feet, he stumbled to the window and hurled himself through it, rolling off the roof and dropping to the ground.<\/p>\n

He had barely hit the dirt when Kenny came racing out to look for him. Richie lunged at the boy, startling him with the sheer lunacy of the unarmed attack. The child Immortal fell to the ground and his sword spun out of his hands. The young man who had been his captive pounced on it. He brought the point to rest just under Kenny’s chin.<\/p>\n

“I owe you one or two underhanded tricks, you little bastard,” he hissed darkly.<\/p>\n

The boy screamed.<\/p>\n

Richie bolted. It didn’t matter whether or not there was anyone around to hear the scream, he was not taking any chance that he’d be found holding a sword on what looked like a twelve-year-old kid!<\/p>\n

o\/<\/p>\n

MacLeod’s loft<\/strong><\/p>\n

Duncan and Methos felt the buzz at the same time and both sprang to their feet, drawing their swords. Their concern was quickly levied, however, when the elevator opened to reveal a young man with dark strawberry-blond curls. His throat was dark with dried blood and his hands were red and swollen as if they’d just healed from a major injury. More blood was streaked across his face and stained his clothes.<\/p>\n

“Richie!” Mac exclaimed.<\/p>\n

The young Immortal looked up with a weak smile. He collapsed almost the minute he stepped out of the elevator. “Just call me Houdini,” he slurred.<\/p>\n

The two older men raced to his side. “I have to hand it to you, Kid,” Methos remarked admiringly as they hefted him up and helped him walk to the couch. “I underestimated you.”<\/p>\n

Richie smiled at the compliment, then turned to stare at the older man, puzzled. “Pierson? What are you doing here?”<\/p>\n

“I’ll tell you in a while, after you’ve had a chance to recover,” Adam promised.<\/p>\n

“First, you tell us how you got away from them,” Duncan agreed.<\/p>\n

“Simple,” the younger man replied with a tired but sly smile. “I waited until the vampire went to bed.”<\/p>\n

“What happened to your hands?”<\/p>\n

“I had to get out of the cuffs somehow. Remind me, Mac, to never again let someone handcuff me–it hurt like hell getting them off.”<\/p>\n

The Highlander studied his protege’s healed hands with a somber expression, realizing just how seriously the young Immortal had taken his escape.<\/p>\n

“I couldn’t let them use me to get to you, Mac,” Richie explained earnestly. His voice was still blurring. “Especially since you didn’t know about her<\/em>.”<\/p>\n

“Actually, I did know,” Mac admitted. “Get some rest, Richie.”<\/p>\n

Nodding gratefully, the younger man allowed his body to fall on the cushions and within seconds he was asleep.<\/p>\n

“He lost a lot of blood,” Methos stated grimly. “Judging by just the amount he was wearing and his exhaustion, I’d be willing to bet Divia kept him up all night killing him.”<\/p>\n

The Scot nodded, his nostrils flaring in fury. “Damn them,” he swore softly.<\/p>\n

His older friend nodded. “I’ll tell you, Highlander, for once it’s a good thing you’re so damned predictable.”<\/p>\n

Duncan looked up sharply.<\/p>\n

“Kenny and Divia will expecting you to come looking for them to avenge Richie,” Methos explained. “And since it was you they wanted anyway, they’ll probably stay in the same place.”<\/p>\n

o\/<\/p>\n

Location unknown
\nsomewhere in Seacouver<\/strong><\/p>\n

“Can you do nothing without me?” Divia fumed, dark eyes flashing gold as she glared at her accomplice.<\/p>\n

“I was with you,” her companion snapped. “Entertaining you here in the basement, if you recall. Who’d have guessed you’d get so turned on by drinking from such a young one–why didn’t you just seduce him while you were at it, instead of distracting me?”<\/p>\n

“Distracting you???” The child vampire was furious now. “Do you forget, Khnum, who taught<\/em> you the pleasures that mortals call perversion? Who set you free from the bondage of your perpetual childhood? Without me, you would still be playing the helpless fledgling, depending on cowardice rather than cunning to catch your prey. I have made you feared among your kind, a legend to be held at bay with feeble prayers.”<\/p>\n

“And without me, you’d still be caught up in your petty revenge, with no purpose grander than to destroy your father,” Kenny retorted. “You would never have even known about Immortals, let alone ever had the chance to taste one–”<\/p>\n

Divia hissed. “My vengeance is anything but petty, and I’m glad we can finally be done with yours and go, since you have allowed our best lure to escape. I have neglected my father far too long,” she sneered. “And it is not good to deprive a parent of his child’s affection<\/em>.”<\/p>\n

“I’m not done yet. Duncan MacLeod will still come.”<\/p>\n

“Without his fledgling to entice him? What makes you think he would be such a fool?”<\/p>\n

“Because I know him. And I know that revenge means just as much to him as it does to me, to any Immortal. He’ll come to avenge Richie. And we’ll take him.”<\/p>\n

“He will come even though he now knows our secret?”<\/p>\n

“For the sake of his pride, even if it means his death, he’ll come.”<\/p>\n

The vampire-child hissed again, this time with pleasure. “In that case, come here, my Khnum. I am thirsty, and if I cannot drink from the youngling–”<\/p>\n

Smiling with a look in his eyes that was disturbingly adult for his young face, Kenny tugged on the collar of his shirt, baring his throat to the other ancient child.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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