Happy Halloween

McJude will direct you to a her stories written especially for Halloween. Many different fandoms and one completely original story. Hope you enjoy.

DIDN'T HE RAMBLE -- Highlander. Not really a Halloween story, but written for a Trick or Treat challenge.

THE MASK

The powdered woad mixed with lard produced a blue stain that served the same function as tattoos without the pain. He carefully rubbed the color onto half his face highlighting his chiseled cheekbones and sharp nose.
“You need a mask. You can’t be death if people will recognize who you are.” He heard Kronos call.
He glanced at the broken skull on Caspian’s table. His brother said that human brain was delicious, but then he ate rats and snakes.
Tying the top half of the scull to his face with a cord, he smiled slightly and mouthed “Trick or Treat.”

STUDIES IN LIGHT

The breaking day provided just enough illumination to accentuate Methos’ thin angular frame as he stood at the window. In another week, night will have claimed these morning minutes as the autumnal darkness extended. Another summer was over. MacLeod knew that mortals since the beginning of time had had feelings of approaching death this time of year and created a plethora of harvest festivals to distract their minds. He realized that for immortals it was different; they didn’t celebrate autumn as a mark in the passing of their lives, but rather as just a decrease in the amount of daylight.

THE BEGINNING

The initial cut was made with ease. A level slash with the Ivanhoe cut easily through the flesh and separated the two parts quite elegantly. Methos stepped back to survey his workmanship and smiled, grateful that he did not have to deal with the trappings of a quickening.
The next step required a large metal spoon and rolling up your sleeves. Methos took the quick approach to this. If he wanted pepitas, he could purchase them already roasted and salted. He scooped the contents into a plastic grocery bag and deposited them into the garbage.
Now came the fun part.

THE ARTIST

Duncan had seen the look before on Tessa when she was beginning a project. It was somewhat surprising to see Methos with the same determination on his face and even more surprising to watch his long fingers deal deftly with the small cutting tools. He had expected, at best, an assortment of strategically placed geometric designs. What he got was details: eyelashes, nostrils, smile lines, bicuspids.
“I didn’t know you were so talented.” Duncan commented.
“Like I told Michelangelo, it’s easy, you just decide what is inside the pumpkin and then cut away everything that isn’t. But he preferred marble.”