Forbidden Gods
XV. Captured
"So, what was it this time that uncovered me? Another one of your pigeons." Achilles asked. Agamemnon flaunter his way over to the warriors' side, then gazed at his adjacent rows upon rows of soldiers. He waved in a gesture of pride before speaking. "You know, a man shouldn't really raise his tongue in that tone when being in a spot like this." "Better I speak up know, because I already know I won't be able to in a short while."
Agamemnon chuckled at Achilles briskly. "What are you doing here? I'm surprised that you would go all this way to see me anger. If you wanted my wrath, then just breathe; since that is what I loathe the most." Achilles hesitated before unveiling his purpose. I can't involve Paris in this. He will be strike down too. I'll just put it delicately. "It's disgusting how you use that boy." Alright, maybe not that delicately. "Take everything from him then except to gain his complete trust by becoming what he hates!"
Agamemnon receded away from Achilles; his taunting has been getting the best of him. "It's curious that you feel so much for this Trojan! Occasionally, you never would show this much care for one, much less then a Greek either!" Agamemnon was getting close to Achilles wistful yearning for Paris. He tried not to look him in the eye; fearing that he too can convey his love for him.
Seeing the warrior defeated, Agamemnon slowly walked away, leaving his enemy with shame, but what Achilles said next made him stop abruptly. "How long do you think Paris will finally sought you out? You basically murdered his life... And you expect giving him another one will make up for it!! Please! That boy will stop at nothing to kill you in your sleep." The king transferred his attention once more to the warrior. Achilles boldly fleered at him. "BEACAUSE I'VE GAVE IT ALL BACK TO HIM!!" his spit lightly licked Achilles face from being so close. Agamemnon's face bruised red, and his voice echoed in his heart. For the first time in his life, the immortal Achilles strayed afar and all that was left was his child self. For only that fear can be composed from a child and Achilles' heels buckled underneath him. Agamemnon could see it all, but his anger blocked his pride. And even though his voice quieted, the harsh hiss behind it was still responsive.
"When he needed a father, all I had to do was role play as it, and that sheep bought it all. I have been nicer then usual so that he can think to trust me. I've got that bitch in the palm of my hands and I'm not letting him go." Achilles could feel the king's true intention reach the surface. "Then what do you want with him? You could just pick a lonely specter of poverty from the streets to match Paris' same conditions." Achilles tried to counsel Agamemnon into telling him the truth. Because, something didn't add up. "Why, what man wouldn't want a piece of that ass...And having such a 'close relationship', I could really use that to my benefit." The soldiers that were able to hear chuckled greedily, acknowledging Agamemnon's true desires. What a slob of a man. Achilles thought to himself. Here I was thinking that Agamemnon was looking for an apprentice, but really was looking for some diversity in his bed.
Achilles had a strong aspiration to strike him now, with the sword in his hands, but he didn't for the arrows. All he did was spit at the feet of such a corrupt industry that Agamemnon made. The king laughed at Achilles attempt to anger his condition. "Well, if you won't tell me why you were here, then maybe my men could help that. He strode over to his horse then away he went leaving Achilles to be taken below the palace. It wasn't the pain he would have to endower that made him scared, it was what Agamemnon would try to do to Paris that made him worry.