What Is Dead May Never Die

by XBolt51

I was born on Pyke, the last living son and heir of Balon Greyjoy. I am the Son of the Seawind. I am not Theon Turncloak, I am Theon fucking Greyjoy. I am Ironborn. For what is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger than ever

This is not who he was. That's who Reek is, not Theon Greyjoy. Not anymore.

My blood is made of salt and iron. I was born on Pyke to Balon Greyjoy.

Ramsay kept staring at him, seeing the broken thing he had created. But he was staring at Reek. Not Theon Greyjoy.

"Put down the sword, Reek" Ramsay commanded him. He kept saying it, while staring at him with those cold dead eyes.

My real father lost his head in King's Landing.

My real brother lost his head in the War to save his family.

I will not fail. I will not fail again.

Ramsay began to look angry. "I said, put down the sword, Reek"

"Not Reek. Theon"

"What?" Ramsay questioned. "What did you say?"

He then raised up the sword. "My name is Theon Greyjoy, you bastard!"

Ramsay gave him a questioning look. His ugly face became even more uglier. "Don't call me that you pathetic weak freak!"

He then raised up his blade and began to swing wildly like the madman he is.

He was not Reek, for Reek was weak. Theon was strong and he swung hard and true.

"Stop fighting Reek!" Ramsay growled. But in his anger, he managed to cut him on his arm.

"Not Reek"

"What did I say?! You're Reek. Always! Forever!" he continued to growl out.

He then disarmed him, and then struck him in his middle.

"You ... think that THIS can kill me?!" Ramsay growled out. He then put his finger on to the bloody patch, and proceeded to lick it off. "This? This is nothing, Reek!"

"MY NAME IS THEON GREYJOY!" Theon yelled out, as he slashed across his face.

Ramsay collapsed. His breathing becoming ragged. "I will skin you completely like the Bolton I am! I'll skin the whole lot of you!" he screamed out.

He didn't notice. He didn't notice the knife. He raised it up and struck his face. "DIE, BASTARD!" he yelled out.

He kept seeing everything. Every excruciating, humiliating and demeaning thing he had done. He continued to strike him until the light went out in his eyes.

Theon had risen again. Theon had died and came back harder and stronger than before. But not Ramsay Snow. For Ramsay Snow had died and will never come back.

The North will remember. the North will remember their nightmare being slain and gone.