Can There Be Only One?

Chapter 11

"I have always wondered what it would be like to be an animal." I said and Duncan looked at me with such confusion.

"Why and what animal?"

"I don't know and like... a wolf or a cheetah. Something not completely boring, but fast. Something strong and stubborn, fierce and competitive."

"That just sounds like you," he said and I laughed, looking at him, realizing something was off with him.

"What is wrong, Duncan?" I asked and he looked at me and back at a sword on display in the other room.

"Do you remember Reinhardt?" I looked at Duncan and tried to think and something snapped, making me remember him perfectly. I nodded and sat down in the chair in front of him, confused on what he was going to say.

"Yeah, I had a confrontation with him once or twice." He sighed and got closer to me and I put down my cup of coffee and got closer to him too.

"His wife thinks I killed him. She found his sword in my shop." I sat back and began to think of the time I had with Reinhardt and sighed.

"Give me the address of the wife and I can talk to her, I think." He nodded and wrote down the address on the piece of paper and handed it to me. I looked him in the eyes and headed out where I stopped at the house. I knocked on the door and Rebecca, his wife, answered the door.

"Maria, what a nice surprise. Come in." I was stunned to see it was her and she almost dragged me into the house. I sat down at the dinner table and she handed me a plate of food. I sighed and she sat down next to me.

"What did you come here to talk about, Maria, it is always about something." Me and Rebecca had met a long time ago and I had received a call from her ever so often about a gig or something of the sort, even though I didn't do that anymore.

"I came here to talk about Walter, I heard about what had happened and wanted to come here and offer my condolences to a friend of mine. Why do you always have to think such negative thoughts about me?" She sighed and threw the napkin she was using on the table and began to cry. I got out of my chair and walked over to her, putting my hand on her back and she grabbed my hand and I nodded and she began to cry harder for some reason. I squatted down and she began to wipe away her tears. I put my hands in my pocket and watched her as she began to calm down again.

"The killer's name is Duncan MacLeod." I sighed and stood up, running my hands through my hands through my hair.

"WHAT? Do you know him? Has he done this before?" I looked at her and sat down, scooting my chair closer to hers.

"There is no WAY Duncan could have done it, no way." She stared at me with anger and stood above me.

"I KNOW HE DID IT! You came here to try to trick me. GET OUT, Maria, GET OUT!" I sighed and opened the door, slamming it behind me. I stopped at the nearest payphone and dialed Duncan's number.

"Where have you been, I thought she killed you or something."

"Aww, Duncan, have you been worried about me?" I laughed a little bit and looked back to see Rebecca looking at me through the window.

"Shut up, what did you find out?"

"Nothing besides the fact that she REALLY thinks you did it and-" I felt someone hit me over the head and I passed out. I woke up and put my hand to my head where he hit me and I looked up to see Reinhardt. I sat up and he put his sword to my throat.

"This is between me and MacLeod, not you." He sliced my cheek with his sword and ran off. I looked around to see I was in an abandoned factory somewhere and I heard sirens. I saw the lights and men came rushing in, pointing their guns at me. I could barely see anything so I put my hands up and tried blinking as much as I could. They put me in handcuffs and one of them pulled my hair back and looked at my head.