A/N: so this chapter has Atreis reaction to Patroclus death, plus Achilles. Hector has to come forward and face his actions. Also for those whom think I'm killing the movie/classic, please understand, I like many others aren't attempting that. Hector is a good man, who loves his wife and child. He is no creep, or a dirty man. He just had to face a few things...

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Chapter 8 – Pity or Pain

Sweat. Her palms had actually collected sweat. And it didn't compare to the awful smell that radiated from the cell. She could imagine all of the people whom just spat everywhere.

Yet she was here, in this cold little box with a cage as a door. The door had bars, and you could actually view the outside through it. But she had no desire too.

She hadn't killed Lord whatever-his-name-is yet it was enough to condemn her. Besides that, her heart had taken a toll. She saw the ache in Andromache's eyes, and something tingled from her and it hit Atreis like a shock wave.

Look at what she'd caused.

"YOU!" Atreis awoke from her little adventure and saw Helen at the bars, clamped them as though she where to die from them. Atreis rolled her eyes and adjusted her dress, she found that sitting in this horrible box was better, standing helped release that venom in the air that made her wish to gag.

"What now Helen, have I killed someone else you might have trampled upon?" Atreis made a joke, but Helen wasn't laughing.

"So you did kill --"

"NO! I didn't kill your 85-year-old lord Helen. I'm too good for that, I go for the young ones you see." Atreis for some reason found it amusing to confuse Helen, she was far to pretty, which meant in the long run it would hurt her own intellect. Helen's iron palm was like glue to the bar, and her eyes fell on Atreis as though Helen planned to kill. "If you wanted me gone a simple request would have worked, not some damn phony attempt at framing me." Atreis crossed her arms after taking her dirty blond hair, which wasn't as fair as Helens, from her face. She noticed that Helen had a mark on her arm, and it intrigued her. "Paris killed him, but you must have watched, I can tell." Atreis was now planning to enter Helens mind and fool around, after all, she wished Helen was dead, and since this little escapade, she needed to release more frustration. "It's always the worst, killing someone for the first time. I believe I was 17 when I had to take someone's life, it was the first time feeling the blade enter someone's flesh and--"

"Stop it! You thinking you can intimidate me? Hell no Atreis! You will be killed at dawn and I will laugh over your grave." Helen sudden out burst caused Atreis to hold back. "All you do is make these judgments over myself and Paris. You also attempted to steal Hector--"

"Steal Hector?" Atreis said in a low outraged tone. Helen nodded her head. "In no way would I steal, if I want something I'll kill for it Helen. So stop your worrying over your friend Andromache, I have no intention of stealing anything." Helen nodded her head for a moment, then a wicked smile appeared and an abstract laugh.

"To late for your pleas Atreis, you will die." Atreis gave a childish glare before turning her head. She wanted to kill her, but couldn't behind bars. Helen gave a long, curved smirk, she'd made Atreis silent, and it would make her day. "You could have made a great Princess, yet you wished to be a warrior. Women belong in beds not armor." Helen turned to walk away.

"You took that one to heart didn't you? But yet you skip every other bed correct? I mean how many damn men have asked for you hand since you entered Troy? And yet you're still with Paris."

"I love Paris, something you could never feel you worthless cow." Atreis shook her head sat still. Helen trotted off, her head fuming. Atreis did after all get the upper hand, but she still felt empty. She began to curse the day she left home to come to Troy, and she wished she had Agamemnon's head to offer the gods.

Oh if Achilles could see her now, offerings to the gods? He'd bust his gut.

Atreis began to believe she had a waiting list for company, because once Helen left, only minutes remained pending Priam to appear. Her eyes lifted up, and a smile never appeared, she was never able to be angry with him, his heart was too soft, a duplicate of Hectors.

"Atreis," He began like he would speak to a child, but she wasn't a child, she was 24 and had brilliance beyond her years. Priam knelt down so that they only shared the conversation; he viewed about the hall – only the guards at both ends where in earshot. "They found Loren last night, a slice to the throat." Atreis instantly laughed.

"Funny, I have this issue with using that cop out, never the throat I say." Atreis avowed, but her somewhat ludicrous comment hit Priam in no other way than a serious notion. His face was nothing like ever before; his face seemed dreary, and frightened. She sat up and reached forward to the bars in which he clutched like Helen.

"Priam?"

"There is not much I can do Atreis. Punish my son, or allow you to leave." Priam winked in a bizarre way, he wanted her to escape. Killing his own son was out of the question, and since he knew the whole story, it didn't seem likely he'd allow her to die either.

"You know I didn't do it then," Priam nodded in a fatherly way. She saw how beautiful he was, and how his sweet heart was breaking with all the surrounding aggression. Atreis wanted to make him proud as though he was her own father.

"Well, I have a feeling my tea is settling without me, besides, don't need the birds whispering my presence now do we?" Priam tapped his index finger on an unsettled bar, brittle and aged; green light flashed in her mind. Priam's face softened while gazing into her eyes. He was like a rare creature, sent her for example and worship. His ideals should be practiced across the Aegean.

"You amaze me my lord," Atreis clarified if he was ever unsure of her. "Your gifts and kindness will always be with me. And my mind always with you," She volunteered, Priam smirked in that way he was great for, he drifted off, leaving her with the new information. She searched her cell, and Priam revealed only one weakness, the bars, brittle and aged.

Meanwhile –

"...I can never get him back now," Andromache, cried on Paris shoulder, he held her close and stroked her fine hair. Her son slept in his cradle, with his warm beautiful baby noses rambling on. "Paris, you have blood stained on your hands and now I'm a mother with no husband."

"Shhhh, Andromache, everything will work out,"

"No!" She cried. "He protected her! You should have never killed that man, poor Loren!" She was so teary, her words slurred into a jumbled sentence. Paris' only reaction was to pull her closer. He looked up and noticed Helen walking in, just as the baby woke in a shrilling cry. Helen reached out for the child, and held him close cradling him with her arms. Andromache looked at Helen restlessly, her face red as though she'd spent all day on the towers. "What shall I do? A cheating husband?"

"Andromache, Atreis tricked Hector! You know as well as I he loves you dearly."

"Yes," Paris agreed while loosening his arms from her. At this point she had a puddle of tears collecting on her dress, her hair was no longer tied back by jewels, and the rolled locks she had always owned no longer showed. "Once Atreis is gone, you will have your husband again." Andromache shook her head slowly, and reached for her son. She held him keenly, his small abrupt cries hushed.

"After all we shared." Andromache gazed towards the ground as Astyanax wiggly happily in her arms. Her began to review all she and Hector had been through in their 5-year relationship. "You know once I was told I had to marry Hector I was deathly afraid, my heart jumped and I wanted to run away from this place. I had a boy friend that wished to marry me, but the money my family would receive was too much for what little they had. So I did it." Shutting her eyes she balanced rocking her son and reliving her memories. "And he was so beautiful, I never thought I could love someone instantly, and Hector was so easy to love. His heart was bigger than any man I've ever met. And he loved me without question or cause," Andromache felt her tears fall harder than ever.

"And thus he still loves you Andromache!" Paris leaned over and touched her forearm, but she pulled away and stared at her son.

"Where is Hector?"

--

"If I asked you to stay would you?" Achilles stared at Brises as her dumb question flopped out of his ears.

"Your serious? You believe I will allow him to live!"

"Please for me, I love you Achilles," Achilles eyes drifted into hers, and he closed his mouth, exiting the hut. But as stubborn as Achilles was, so was Brises. Chasing after him, she grabbed his arms and pulled him close, she kissed him as hard as she could, hoping for him to stop his attempts at Hectors death. And to her surprise, he staggered, and kissed her in return.

The men around stared as though they kissed for their entertainment. And once Achilles pulled away, his hand touched her cheek sweetly. But just as soon as she figured she'd won, she lost. He rushed off; and Brises yet again fell to her knees in tears.

Feeling alone and lost Brises was comforted by Eudorus he leaned over and helped her to her feet.

"He is furious my dear, we can't find Atreis and his cousin is dead, this is all was can expect from him."

"Yet I expect more."

--

It was amazing how well she was fitting in again. She couldn't believe after the scene made this morning that she was actually walked through the palace, her wrist shackled but hidden by her gown and rattling as she walked. It was almost a hysterical moment to burst out laughing. No one gave her a second gesture of rationalization to show she was a killer.

Killer, HA! Paris killed Loren, not her, yet the book fell against her and no matter what she was guilty. It made her furious, yet it was the perfect moment to exit.

Head for the walls, and jump. It was the only plan she had. Though it was stupid and crappy.

Suddenly she felt a grasp to her waist and then next thing she saw was black.

I'm dead, great, I'm dead. Whoa, my head really hurts, did I walk into something. OH MY GOD! How could I walk into something, I had no idea where I was even going! Perfect, this is the best way to flee from the palace, hit your head, pass out and be caught yet again. And this time they'll kill you!

Her captor watched as Atreis squirmed about, trying to stay awake. Clenching her forehead she heard footsteps around her, juggling with every move. Atreis knew her knife was still on her thigh, and it was her best option at that point.

Simultaneously she abruptly opened her eyes and drew her knife. Her only mistake was dropping it as her eyes opened. The results the smack to the head she figured.

"What the?"

"Shhhh. What where you thinking wondering around?" His voice snarled, but Atreis reached out and gathered up his shirt to pull him close, while her free hand cradled her head.

"Your fucking kidding me right?! It was you who just hit me with a brick!" Atreis countered along with a ferocious glare. Hectors face seemed unforgiving too, he felt horrible yes, but it wasn't the largest concern he had. Hector pulled back, as Atreis' grip stayed strong, but he placed his palms on her forearms and picked her up. Her eyes widened, as he placed an arm on her back and under her legs.

"I'm sorry alright,"

"That didn't seem apologetic due to the fact your damn brother got me--"

"Yes I know that!"

"Well don't seem so alarmed then Hector!" Hector placed her on a bed in a dark corner. This room was hidden well, all the light they had was the small candle flickering.

"What would you have me do Atreis? Kill him! That's what I'm trying to stop!" His voice began lower, and it had more effect than if he raised it. And he was actually beginning to frighten her, though she never allowed it to show. Rest her back on the wall, as he knelt before her bed.

"Kill him, make him pay! Hell can't stop the inevitable right?!" Atreis shot back with genuine delight. But Hector leaned in closer.

"You've been my responsibility and I should have known when trouble erupted."

"I'm no child,"

"Your not a Trojan."

"And your no saint!" Atreis crept forward, hoping to intimidate him slightly. She had no idea why Hector was brewing in this cruel mood.

"Stop believing you know me," Hector threw back. Atreis rolled her eyes.

"After last night I thought I'd seen every side to you, but apparently I was mistaken. Fuck it last night was a mistake! And for a moment I truly didn't want you to blurt out you stayed with me and were my alibi!" Her voice was gruff and near a whisper.

"Atreis--"

"NO! Hector your suppose to have this heart of gold, one in a million, but your just as slimy and worthless as Paris!" And suddenly everything had changed, Hector put up his hand to hush her and she didn't flinch; his emotions where pushed farther than he'd ever experienced before, and he wasn't ready for it. "You've lost everything now," She whispered as she held his bleak gaze.

"Atreis," His voice turned from chilling to what she knew as Hector's kindhearted tone. "I have to tell you something,"

She locked her mouth shut; she wasn't preparing on speaking to him in the near future.

"This morning in battle, it was heavy, everyone seemed to be in top shape." Hector paused to see if she was paying attention, and yes, she was. "We fought near the shores, when I saw Achilles approach." Atreis didn't shift; he brother was always barely harmed in battle, and was a great opponent for Hector. "He drew near me, and we exchanged for a few blows, then," Hector looked down at his fingers, which twitched together, he was getting nervous. She saw him check his palms, and she was interested yet again. "I caught him in the throat," Atreis recoiled frontward as though she was about to vomit, her breathing began heavy, and her eyes watered, as sparkling tears flushed down her cheek. She was breathing as though she was hyperventilating and Hector placed his hand on her shoulders to steady her. He as well felt tears gather on his eyelashes, she was in so much pain.

No, Achilles, my beloved brother, please no!

She wanted to scream at him, she wanted to kill him, and if she knew she could do it, she would. She didn't give a damn if they had four children and donkey, she'd still kill him for the murder of her own brother. Achilles was her own stable figure within her life, and losing him would make her lose herself.

"Oh of the men pulled of his helmet, and it wasn't Achilles." Atreis' eyes rose to hold his, her jaw muscles tensed up and her tears rolled harder. "I was confused, he moved like Achilles, every step was like a carbon copy," Atreis at this point solved the puzzle, and she felt her stomach turn as the tears ran down her cheeks and her deep breaths where more in need.

"Patroclus? Please no," She whispered in what little breath she could, Hector wanted to reach for her, and pull her close into his arms.

Don't cry, Damnit don't cry!

He told himself as her buried her face into her hands as sobs left her mouth. His heart broke, as she wept alone, he tried everything to keep her safe and it fell apart, he fell apart. This morning was the break down, it all came to a head and crashed.

"Atreis," He spoke for the first time in almost 15 minutes, he'd ended up pulling her into his arms and kissing her hair while she sobbed into his chest. Her grief was on his mind more than anything else, even when he knew he'd face the consequences of his actions – meeting Achilles in a single battle. "I'm sorry," She sniffled before raising her head and connecting to his eyes.

"Achilles won't stop until one of you are dead." She murmured in small sobs. Covering wet mouth with her hand, he shook his head and drew her close. "I can't lose one of you, I've already lost Patroclus, not another soul I care for please," Atreis didn't even realize what she spoke of. It almost took Hector back that she'd admit to caring for him at all after all he did she spoke of what she felt. The pity was he didn't wish to lose her either. "I could, could talk him out of it," She sobbed as a puddle appeared on his chest from her cries. "He, he ten-tends to listen to me."

"Shhh, Atreis I must pay for my actions." Hector added as she shook her head.

"No, please no. I'd do anything." Atreis pulled up her chin, balancing that object so well. Hector's eyes landed on hers in a soft caring stare, her eyes where red, and he kissed her. He actually did it, he had no clue if it was out of pity or pain, but he did it.

A/n: I was planning to continue, but this seemed like a good place to stop for a new chapter. Ummm, I'm getting over my writers block too! Lol

((and I have another comment, I'm no Mary-sue....lol know no has a clue how this I'll end up, I do, and believe me, it's well – you'll see. Please call me a Mary-Sue when you read the ENDING, why thank you! Lol))

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