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Date Posted: 19:55:07 06/16/02 Sun
Author: vbkm
Subject: The Perfect Strategem

Catagory - General
Summary - Did Sara really kill Kenneth Irons? Here is my own little theory
Disclaimer _ I do not claim to own any of these characters (although I do enjoy writing about them)

A devious smirk came across Kenneth Irons' lips. "Beautiful," he declared at the image in front of him. He had known the secret room would one day serve its purpose. That day, it turned out, had been today. No one else knew of the room, not even Ian, his faithful servant he had raised from a boy. And there was little that Ian did not know concerning Kenneth.

Kenneth scanned the interior of the room again for a brief moment. It was smaller than he would have truly preferred, but still adequate enough. At the moment, he was sitting on the lavish, black leather couch, facing the rather large monitor, which was in the center of the room. Kenneth had decided, after much contemplation, to place a king-sized bed in one corner. In another corner, he had a small kitchen and much smaller than normal dining table. There were also small quarters in the third corner for the chef he had flown in specifically for the next few days. In the last corner was a bookcase with a few of Kenneth's most prized books. There was a light fixture directly above the couch and a second one over the kitchen for the chef.

As his gaze returned back to the monitor, he smiled again. Ian was kneeling on the floor with the dead replicant of his father cradled in his arms. Kenneth watched with utter delight as Ian looked up to Sara and declared, with a mournful voice, "We're enemies now." Everything had fallen into place, as Kenneth knew it would. He had known that funding Dr. Peter DeAngelo's cloning research all those years ago would pay off, eventually.

Kenneth allowed a slight frown to cross his lips while deep in thought. As much as a part of him was envious that his counterpart had the opportunity to engage in battle with Sara, he was more so looking forward to the moment when Ian finally exacted his revenge on her. An eye for an eye. Sara's death for that of his father's. That was how Ian had been raised his entire life. The current situation would also ensure that Ian would not so readily assist Sara when it came to the Witchblade, or give in to any feelings he thought he had for her.

Kenneth thought for a moment to the dream he had the other night. He had not been lying to Ian when he said Sara had killed him, but he had not spoken the complete truth, either. His Ian had agonized between his devotion to Kenneth and his passion for Sara. Since Kenneth had given him life, Ian wanted it taken back rather than have to take Sara's. Kenneth chose not to be merciful and, instead, had thrown Ian out to his awaiting darkness. Still determined to end his life, Ian allowed Bruno Dante and the White Bulls to kill him. When that happened, Kenneth had Dr. Immo awaken Ian�s predecessor and that was whom Sara had killed. Kenneth was not about to let the same thing happen twice. Hence, the reason for this little facade; so that Ian would do what he had been taught and make Sara pay for her actions in the process.

He looked to the image still on the screen. Yes, he was confident that the remaining pieces would follow suit.

He rose from the couch to walk across the room. Once he reached the bed, he picked up the false beard and wig. A devilish grin crossed his lips as he thought of the next step in his plan. He would ensure that things went as planned because he would make sure he was in the thick of it, incognito as they say.

He looked down to the scar on his wrist, left by the Witchblade so many years ago, flexing his hand as he did so. Yes, the Witchblade would soon be back in his possession to give to someone more fitting. Someone he would be better able to control...

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Re: The Perfect Strategem -- Kundri, 21:13:20 06/18/02 Tue
Re: The Perfect Strategem -- Jenileigh, 20:43:08 06/27/02 Thu