Immortal's Holocaust: Part 10:
Lyon, France

Meg laid on the egg crate waiting for something to happen. She had no idea how long she had been held prisoner, and she was beginning to wonder if anyone would ever come to rescue her. *They have to!* she thought to herself. *They know where I am, and Cat and Methos are looking for me right now.*

"Hey you!" one of the security guards yelled to Meg. She looked around hoping it was someone else he was talking too. "Yeah you, come with me." Meg started to slowly get up, but the guard walked over to her and pulled her up my her hair. "You're too damn slow you bitch!"

"And you're too damn ugly!" Meg retorted. He slapped her across the face and she remained silent. She was taken down a long corridor and then turned towards another dark one. They seemed to walk forever when the guard pushed her through a cloth door and outside into a breezeway. She took in a deep breath. She had been in that prison so long that she had forgotten what fresh air smelled like.

"Ahh Meg. How nice to see you." Came a man's voice. "I hope they are treating you well, after all you are currently the guest of honor."

Meg spat at the man's feet, and he gave her an upper cut to the lower jaw. "What do you want with me, I never did anything to you."

"You'll find out soon enough," he said. "Once I have Cat's power, I will have the power to take your Methos's friends head, then I can be the only one!"

"Bastard! Cat and Methos will never allow it."

"Ahh, so young yet so naive. It's too bad I have to kill you." He said as he pulled out his sword. Meg turned pale. Oh don't worry, it won't hurt for too long, just a quick jab through the heart!" he said as he stuck his broadsword through her chest. Meg fell to the ground screaming in pain as he twisted the sword deeper.

An hour later, Cat and Methos arrived at the place where the kidnappers had instructed them to go. "I have an eerie feeling about this." Cat said as she looked at Methos.

"I don't like it either." He responded. "There's no buzz, no sign off life, no..." he stopped. He looked at Cat who had gotten the feeling to.

"No they didn't? Tommy would never, would he? Oh my God I bet he did!" Cat ran towards the gate to the abandoned prison camp and use her katana to break it open. Inside the door, she saw her worst fear. "Meg!"

Meg was lying on the ground covered in blood crying. "What happened? I should be dead, but I'm not. I can't be one of you, it's not suppose to be this way."

Cat tried to help her up, but Meg was to hysterical. "Meaty help. We got to get her out of here and now." Methos ran to the other side of Meg, and he and Cat picked her up in the fireman's carry. They had reached the door, when Mary walked in followed by Joe limping his way. "Joe, get Mary out of here!" Cat yelled. Joe pulled Mary back and headed her outside. "We can't let Mary see her like this. Quick, let's find another way out of here. Meg, just relax, the pain will pass, just give it time."

"Ahh yes, time is something she has that the two of you no longer do." Cat turned and faced Tommy.

"You son-of-a-bitch!" she yelled dropping Meg and drawing her sword. "I'm going to take your head if it's the last thing I do. Meaty get Meg out of here. I don't care if Mary sees her, I don't want either of them hurt."

"Cat no!" he yelled out. "I won't let you do this." He said walking towards her, but she twisted and aimed the sword at his neck.

"Now!" she yelled, the anger and fear of what could happen, showed in her face. Methos was struck by fear. Even those few days ago she was never that upset, it was almost like it wasn't her. He let Meg down, who insisted she could walk, and he helped her out the door they had come in.

"You started this whole war didn't you? Why?"

"I figured I'd get the mortals to do the dirty work, and I get the Prize."

"But why?"

"I lost my mentor to mortals. By hunters, you know the renegade Watcher's. Well, this is my revenge on the world, mortals and immortals alike. Now let's fight." He drew his sword and lunged towards her.

Cat had seriously underestimated his ability. He was better than she was by far, and she knew that the last image of Meaty that she would ever see, was the look on his face when from somewhere inside her, one of the past Quickenings yelled "Now!" She had done it to protect him, and now she would never see him again. The last thing Cat remembered was this sharp feeling in her chest and then Tommy's blade swing towards her neck, before she passed out.