Would Somebody Please Kill Kenny?
by Ben Church
b_church@yahoo.com
Feedback! Please!
The Highlander concept, and the character of Kenny belong to
Rysher I believe.
"Hey mister!" Sean heard the voice immediately after feeling
"The Buzz".
He looked around, then looked down. There, standing before
him, was what appeared to be, a child. But the buzz was coming from
him, so he could be a thousand years old for all Sean knew.
"Uh, what?"
"You're like me aren't you." It was obviously not a question.
The boy must be able to tell.
"Uh, yeah. Why?" He grinned inwardly. He wanted to say "Are
you here for my head?", but didn't.
"I need help mister." The boy looked desperate. "There's this
big Immortal, and he's after me."
Sean sighed. "All right, c'mon to my room." He'd tell people
it was his little brother or something. "On one condition."
"What's that?"
"For god's sake stop calling me Mr. I'm only 21." He thought
for a moment. "How old are you?"
"Isn't it obvious?" the boy said, as if speaking to a child.
"I'm ten."
"That's not what I mean." Sean said. "I mean, how old are you
really? Sure, you look ten, but you're immortal. For all I know, you
could be a thousand years old."
"I'm not a thousand." the boy snorted. "Not even."
"Well," Sean unlocked his door. "Maybe. But you get my
point, and forgive me for being paranoid, but how do I know this isn't
some elaborate ruse you play on unsuspecting Immortals? You get into
their good graces, then kill them when they aren't looking?"
"Jeez this guy is paranoid!" Kenny thought. "Granted, he's
right, but hell!"
"Incidentally, what's your name?"
"Kenny."
"I'm Sean. Pleased ta meet ya." He took a short sword out of
his closet.
"What's that for?" Kenny asked, backing up apprehensively.
"You say you're only ten? That would mean you ain't been an
Immortal long. So someone's gotta teach you. I just said ain't
didn't I."
"Uh, yeah, you did."
"Damn, I've been in Virginia too long. Anyway, I can't make
you the best swordsman in the world, but I can give you some basics, it
should be enough to keep you alive long enough to find someone to teach
you.
"And, if I was anywhere near right, maybe you can learn how to
win by the rules." He turned. Kenny was gone.
"Huh." Sean said, and shrugged. "Guess I was right."
Kenny sighed. "Well that certainly was a bust." He mentally
scratched Sean's name off a list. "No way could I get to someone that
paranoid." He kept walking. Ah well. Plenty of gullible Immortals in
the world.
The End
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