Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. Technically claims go to both Homer for writing the Iliad and the makers of Troy for making such a movie that I will watch excessively without getting tired of it.

Rating:…PG-13 or R

Author's note: This is the prologue to a one shot that I will post. It will be longish and probably the entire movie in one chapter. I'd just like to say that this is not a completely random prologue as it does have meaning. Don't be put off at her dying (because I assure, if breaking her back hadn't killed her she would've burned to death anyway) because you'll see why I did things that way when I get this up…Just want your thoughts for now, so please read and review! There, my long Author's Note is done!


'Why do these types of things always happen to me!?' she thought. She found myself literally stuck to the couch watching the most intense part of Troy, where Brad Pitt is his sexiest and that girl who plays Briseis isn't that bad either. The phone rang, splitting her eardrum in two. Now, from her state of being covered with blankets, candy wrappers, bowls of popcorn and having no one else in the house, you can probably understand her predicament. She was a very lonely person, so that was how she spent her Saturdays. Briseis placed the knife against Achilles' throat. "Do it," he said and then the phone rang again! She basically threw the blanket, popcorn and candy to the floor and ran to the phone in the next room.

"Hello?" She barked. There was no reply. "Hello? Hello!" She repeated herself a few times just to be sure. She really hated crank calls! She sometimes wanted to track down the sons of bitches and kill them as they sleep. She, annoyed, walked back to the couch, expecting to see that she had missed her favorite part.

On the screen the scene where Hector and Briseis were conversing in the halls of Troy was there instead. Had she pressed the rewind button? Not that she could recall. She pushed it aside as having lost track of what was really going on and began picking up her mess that was scattered across the living room floor. She heard a static sound and jumped up. The TV screen was weirding her out. The movie had basically skipped to the very end where they were burning Achilles. "There's no logical explanation but one for a situation like this," she muttered, "Aliens are taking over my TV."

As soon as she said it she saw fire. It was like an explosion erupting from her TV and she flew back against the wall. She felt the sharp pain in her back as her spine snapped and she fell to the ground, the smells of smoke lulling her to unconsciousness, and then to nothingness.