A/N: Alright, we have Priam, Hector, Paris, Andromache, Helen, Achilles and Brises, anymore requests? J/k I'm having fun, for a short while I have this writers block, and I was on vacation, so I'm back, with more in mind. Enjoy!
Also thanks to the great reviews, it kinda helps me continue knowing someone enjoys this!
Lady Discord: why, thank you! Glad to hear you enjoy it. In the next chapter or two it should go great, plus with the two different endings...(thanks to the forsaken 1's advise!)
Trojans: I KNOW! More Achilles/Brises :) I'm trying, but I hit a block, though I knew what I wanted to write. I'm updating I swear! lol
Chapter 7 – Rapture
Her mind was blinded, until the instant Paris found her, and spoke of the truth. Her heart was beating lightly and her eyes where glued to his back. Andromache's heart was like mud again, and it wasn't going to be simple to mold back.
"Son, you shall have a bride soon, there is no need for delay, and a future king needs a family!" Priam yelled at Hector, he was 20 and wifeless. Hectors young face seemed untouched by war or pain when he nodded at his fathers argument "Her name is Andromache, she is beautiful my son, you shall grow to love her, and one day produce a wonderful heir."
It seemed like years since they day the met, and hours later became husband and wife. Andromache felt her heart flutter, what did Atreis have to rip Hector away from his own wife! Andromache knew it was time, leaving her son with his father, and she darted towards Helen, whom was down the hall.
"I heard every word." Paris kept the huddle between Helen, Andromache and himself close with a single torch burning.
"What was said?" Helen's hood skimmed over her golden locks while she asked Paris. Andromache's face was full of anxiety and panic, Hector was nearly lost, and she wasn't able to clutch him. Paris looked at Andromache with sincere eyes while replying.
"I don't think Atreis is a friend of Troy, or Hector." Andromache shook her head, as tears swelled in her eyes. All those missing nights, and since this war Hector was already distant – and heading for Atreis.
"This woman must be taken care of! Paris do something! She is ruining everything we have! She is a swordtess and could kill anyone of us!"
"But also can Hector." Helen sparked back, her eyes dashing between Paris' and Andromaches. "I'm sorry Andromache, but he's attached to this woman, and if she isn't taken care of, you may lose your husband."
Andromache's face fell, with tears rolling as though a hatch was opened. Helen drew Hectors wife close as her knees became visibly weak. Paris saw the pain in which he'd allowed to enter Troy, and his bitter face watched his sister in-law cry.
Helen balanced Andromache in her frail arms and gawked at Paris, her eyes screaming for him to resolve this problem of Atreis. Paris leaned over and touched his sisters back with pity.
"We shall find a solution my dear."
A few hours later –
"ATREIS! DAUGHTER OF THETIS AND PELEUS?!" The door to her room rocked open as about ten guards, in full shield and armor drove a path from the hall to the bed she slept in. One of the men, with his thick horde held out a sword and pointed it at her as though she was a violent savage; Atreis pulled her sheet over her body and sat up. Her attitude was about to kick in.
"Yes, and what in the hell do you think you are doing guards? Have you no respect for women these days? Now get the hell out of here before that little sword gets placed somewhere you'd rather it not!" Atreis warned in a light cheery voice as though what she purposed was a ride to experience with laughs.
"You are charged with murder!" Atreis raised an eyebrow, her expression abandoned her famous 'no holds bar' condition. Their faces where so strict and dismal, she sat up, still shadows by her sheet. Wiping her eyes, she shook her head.
"I didn't kill anyone!" Liar, she has, but as far as Atreis remembered, it had been days since.
But just as she spoke in her dumbfounded tone, a guard yelled to cut her off.
"You have 2 minutes to get dressed, we'll be outside waiting!" All the options Atreis had rolled in her brain, she could head for the beaches, just a few good moments of jumping down that abysmal terrace and she'd be free. But something coaxed within her, evoking that small piece of her that was identical to Achilles. The escape plan, HA there wouldn't be an escape plan, she would kill the guards and go from there. That's how her entire batch of disorder starts, she creates something in which she at times cannot or will not finish. This in turn leaves Achilles a mess.
But this time, she had no prior plan, no option A, B, or C. Her eyes flared up and cheeks rosy from the heat that channeled out of her. With her slick dress on, hair pulled back, and her weapons in which Hector allowed in her room veiled. She took a last gaze at what she lived about for almost four days, and conjured up her memories. All that flowed in her mind was Hectors shadow; it danced over the room, revealing every place he'd been. It was a flash as the recapturing she attempted ended with the hollering of another mindless guard.
Atreis wanted to freeze this moment in time. Her soul was anchored in this room; her pain had drained due to this exact room. All that she'd come to be reassured by was here, in Troy. She was never the same since her encounters with Priam, Andromache, and Hector. Hector gave her something she'd held absent her whole being. At times, she could swear he savored spending time in this pathetic holding cell too. Atreis head hung low, this feeling of disappointment drew over her. She felt her noise undertake a small sniffle things are changing.
A crisp bellow astounded her; the men shattered the door to get to her. But she stood still, feeling that emotion in which she'd held back for so long still trailing. She allowed them to drag her, she allowed them to accuse her, and she allowed them to grope her as though she was a toy, all due to this emotion.
Why fight? It means nothing to anyone... Atreis felt her eyes finally shut; she was dragged like a wild animal, on the loose and capable of destroying all that she came in contact too.
"THERE SHE IS! THAT MURDER!" Atreis recognized that childish little glee, Paris. "She killed Lord Loran! I told you father, she was a danger from the very beginning!" Atreis shot her eyes open in a swift jolt; she elbowed a guard, and kicked the other viciously. As the guard fell, she traced his hip, ripping out his sharpened sword. Paris, like many other things had reborn her devilish mood, she gripped the sword and looked up at all those in shock and running away. But there was a few behind, Paris stood tall, his eye fueled with frustration. Priam, his old wise glare fell upon Atreis in disillusionment.
It was as though they'd entered an arena, and Atreis was at the center. She stood tall and powerful, draping down her mighty sword and crashing them into the useless men. She gritted her teeth as blood now stained her favorite dress, and she'd reached a point she wished to never see again.
One by one the guards flew to defeat Atreis, but they failed and ending up holding blooding wounds and crawling in throbbing pain.
Turning harshly, she saw two shadows in the breeze. Their stature was stiff, and confident. Atreis became interested; she dropped her sword, while the groans of defeated security men trailed away.
Stepping quickly, their faces became apparent and their confident glare landed on Atreis.
"GUARDS SEIZE HER!" One of them shouted while pointing a frail finger at Atreis as though she was yesterday's garbage. Atreis began laughing hysterically in disbelief.
It was Helen pointing, with Andromache's bewitching glare that hit Atreis with answers. Atreis felt the replacing guards latch onto her bulky arms. Holding her breath, she was pulled away from their grasp.
"If you wanted me gone you should have just asked." Atreis spoke casually; her heels drifted over the tile, Paris' watchful eyes enclosed Atreis, while Priam watched in horror. He adored Atreis, and found she was a different type of woman than he'd know before -- a different species.
Andromache turned to Helen for comfort. Atreis bowed her head in shame, it was about time she was caught for murder, but this time she didn't commit it. Hearing whispered words of hate and anger, Atreis lifted her head back, and her eyes locked onto her savior.
"WHAT IS GOING ON? ATREIS!" Hector, he walked in like the gods placed him on a pedestal, Andromache shouted to her husband in a desperate plea to distract him, but Hector's furry was closer than ever before. He's returned from battle, his face sliced and armor in fresh blood. A servant approached him and tended to take off his armor while everyone froze as though they'd been caught stealing. Paris' eyes drooped downward, while their father shook his head steadily in regret. Hector's eyes balanced in amazement from Atreis' being held back by guards and all those near the scene. To most of his concern, Andromache was in clear view with Helen and the proceedings.
"She has killed Lord Loren; he was killed during the night." Paris convicted without sympathy, Atreis sighed deeply and again found humor in the false accusation.
"But we don't know this to be true." Priam spoke to Paris, and turned to Hector's bold stare.
"Do you have an alibi Atreis?" She was finally standing, with her wrists pulled back and locked tight. She gazed over to Hector and closed her eyes, shaking her head 'no'. Hector apprehension showed, but he didn't speak. He wished to save Atreis, but there was nothing he could do. Atreis was already judges, and there was no way to prove any innocence without ruining Troy.
"Like I've said! She takes Troy's spoils and now we pay the price to have a killer in our city!" The words bellowed from Paris, and his conviction hadn't lightened. Atreis felt her jaw tense up, and the words just escaped.
"Oh but your willing to drag a war here Paris! Believe me, a killer under your roof is a irrelevant to what you have allowed to fall onto TROY!" Atreis' cheeks burned with passion, and all that bottled up stress and emotion had drained due to the physically and verbal actions.
Priam closed his eyes and shook his head, his delicate hand falling over his eyes. The pain from his heart had already elevated from the war, but now it was hitting a all time high.
Andromache, being clutched by Helen watched her husband struggle for Atreis, and suddenly her heart melted in fear. Her tears joined together and over ran her strength that she held as dear; they fell without warning. And at that moment, she wished that she'd never agreed with Paris, the help destroy any chance for Atreis to survive in Troy.
"What are you doing?" Atreis called out. Rolling over, she viewed the sky, it was about 2 am. "It's not even close to morning."
"Shhhh," Hector stepped forward, he had nothing but a long sarong like clothe tied about his waist. Sitting up, she watched Hector sit next down near her. Her eyes watched him closely; something was stirring in his brilliant mind. She reached out and brushed her soft silk like fingertips over his shoulder.
"What?"
"I'm confused." Atreis, like usual smirked and gave a heart filled laugh, her expression was attractive to his sore eyes.
"Over what, war?" Hector shook his head in response. "If you don't talk, I can't help."
"Then don't talk."
"Then get out."
"You should be thanking me instead of arguing over nothing Atreis."
"Then why am I arguing with you if there is nothing!"
"There is something!" Hector blurted out loudly his eyes looked at her with a pathetic act, as though she was missing the obvious. His muscles tensed up and she crawled off the feathered bed and over to the terrace.
"You seat among us, eat our food and spit on our courtesy! How dare you!" Paris added in his last rebuttal.
"I haven't killed anyone! I haven't caused a fuss or murder! And how dare you Prince, you start a war and suddenly you're the saint!" Atreis was slapped harshly for her harming words. Hector flinched; he wanted to in brace her, not for anything other than comfort.
Hector blinked and watched Atreis be placed a genuine jail; his mouth went dry as his brain was already flowed over the resent events.
"Father!" Hector shouted, his deep voice echoed over the halls. Racing to Priam's side, he placed his knee on the single step, Paris turned to his older brother as a bow appeared. "She couldn't have killed this man! What reason does she have?"
"She is a Greek Hector! She has no other reason worthy of our time brother!"
Paris' interruption almost caused Hector to lift his palm and make Paris rethink his out burst. Hector pointed off into the distance, where Atreis was dragged in silence. His voice rang out over what had happened that morning on the shore, and Andromache's heart broke yet again, her suspicions had been yet again confirmed. Hector praised Atreis, and would wish to call her to his side as though she was a queen of all that great and just.
Helen held Andromache's palm as the tears roared and made her cheeks a deep shade of red. Paris looked at the two women, and his heart broke at their misery. Hector spoke nothing ghastly of this brutal woman, though in Andromache's spirit she knew this woman did more than kill. She ruined all that Andromache came to love. And now, more than ever she believe what Paris had done has brought Atreis closer to Hector rather than tare her apart.
Meanwhile –
Achilles placed his palms into the sand to hold himself up. His face was overwhelmed with emotion. Muscles strained, he felt his fists in need of a fight. Eudorus knelt down to his lord, but was only waved away.
"ACHILLES! PLEASE ACHILLES!!" Brises nearly fell a dozen times in the scorching sand while attempting to go to his side. But she was only turned away but Achilles; Eudorus made eye contact with her, and shook his head lightly.
The blood on Eudorus' face was still fresh with all the battle of the morning.
"Find Atreis, I want her found now!" Achilles voice was like a god's as his men scrambled to find some sort of leadership. Bracing himself Achilles stood up, and tears rolled down his face. Brises wanted to reach him, and hold onto him without regret, but his sudden rage made her want to run, rather than stay. "No more little games Atreis, can't sleep with the enemy anymore!" Achilles shouted in fury, his emotions rolled on overload and it was to be taken out on anyone. And at this moment he wished to argue with the missing Atreis. He glanced back down where he first saw his body, the body of his cousin Patroclus. The nightmare he prayed to avoid rammed its way into his life.
"Achilles," Brises tear-filled plead brought her to her knees in pain. Her face was not only trying to heal, but not the salty tears winced them, creating a stinging experience.
Achilles shot up and cut Brises off.
"Have you lost a cousin Brises?" Achilles voice hardened, as a sneer drifted in the air. Brises felt her spine coil. She shook her head no and lowered it, feeling a scolding on the horizon. "Your about too,"
"Please! Please no! Hector didn't--"
"HECTOR DID!" Achilles marched forward, his face inches away from her, and she was shaking in terror. "Hector killed Patroclus, don't you dare defend him Brises, don't you dare." Achilles turned to his men, they once where moving swiftly, but for some reason they'd stopped. He glared his eyes and they ran.
"FIND HER NOW!" Achilles placed his hand mercilessly on his hips; his eyes shot a glare at the Trojan palace. "God damn you try and play house now Atreis. I'll be damn if you haven't killed that bottom feeder yet," Achilles at this point could have killed Atreis as well for conspiring with the murder of Patroclus.
"Achilles I beg you, Hector is a good man," But it made no matter to Achilles, he ignored her words, so she lay gripping the sand, and praying to Apollo that the man she loved, didn't kill her cousin.
Achilles left into his hut, and assembled together his weaponry and armor.
A/n: I've decided to wait another chapter for Atreis' reaction, this chapter is about 7 pages, and I figure it'll take a few more for her full response, so yup yup! Hope you enjoy, and the chapter should be out in the next few days. ( man, I love this story in within the next 2 or 3 chapters it's over...wimpers but I have some great ideas about Hectors son, or another story of Hector, Atreis, Achilles and such....lol can't wait! lol