Disclaimer: (laughs) Wipe out. What? We're on? Oh, shit. Did I just swear? Damn it! Oh, crap, got to stop swearing. Don't own anything, much to my disappointment…
Sorceress Cassandra180: Yes, go Alex. He's a stupid head.
Okay, the platform thing is where Memnon and Mathayus fought at the end of the movie. I don't know what it is 'officially' called and –frankly- don't care.
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Alex sprinted out of the room. Down the halls, around the corners, and past confused servants. She didn't stop until she got up the stairs and onto the level that overlooked the city. Confused and horrified, she just stood there for a few moments, breathing hard. Then she screamed out her frustration –lasting a good fifteen seconds- and dropped to her knees, clenching her fists. Sitting down, she rested her right arm on her knee with her left leg stretched out in front of her.
"Alexandria?" Takmet asked, slowly making his way up the steps. "What's wrong?" What had happened was disconcerting to say the least, almost ironic. She let out a short laugh, then looked at him. He sat down nest to her in a similar position.
"I got to see my mother today." She was smiling, and Takmet was questioning her sanity. Looking up at the night sky sprinkled with countless twinkling stars, she sighed. "Then my father slit her throat for the act of adultery that produced me." She looked back to his confused face. "My mother committed adultery with Memnon against my fa-, my step-father. He was away for a few months when it happened."
"I'm not sure I understand." Sighing, she turned her face back to the stars.
"There are some things that you know. I knew that my father was killed ten years ago in the raid. I knew that I was the last of my people. Yesterday, I found out that I had two uncles still. By the end of the night I only had one. Today, I saw my mother, alive. My father was there too." When she looked back to him, her smile had faded. "Memnon is my father. The night of the raid, my life was turned upside-down, but I still knew what I knew. Is this making sense to you?"
"Yes," He nodded. "I think so."
"Good, I wish you would explain it to me sometime. Now, my life has been torn apart. I don't know what I know, I don't know what else I have believed to be true is a lie." A look of terror and horror swept over her face, everything finally sinking in. "Oh, gods." She whispered, wrapping her arms around her midsection.
Finally, the tears came. Takmet wrapped his arms around the weeping girl's shoulders, rubbing her back. She, in turn, laid her head on his shoulder and cried into it.
She wanted somebody to hold her, to tell her that everything would be all right and then make it so. To put everything back the way it was.
To forget all this happened.
"It's getting late." He whispered when it seemed her tears slowed a little. She simply muttered something unintelligible and sniffed. Slipping an arm under her's, he lifted her up, but found that she would not –no, could not- walk. Instead, he used his other arm under her knees, and simply lifted and carried her to the rooms that they were sharing.
Gently, he laid her down on the bed, still crying. He brushed her dark hair back, and moved away to leave.
"Takmet." He turned to face her; she was sitting up, leaning her elbows on her knees, hands hanging down. "Don't leave me." Tears were still streaming down her cheeks. "Everybody else has, physically and emotionally. I don't want to be alone." She took a deep, shuddering breath as he came back over and sat down next to her, wrapping his arms around her.
"Alright, I won't leave." He held her close.
"Thank you."
Eventually, they lay down. Alex snuggled as close to Takmet as she could, her head lying on his chest, and her arms wrapped around his neck.
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There was a knock at the door. Takmet looked over, Alex still sleeping peacefully on him from last night.
"Who is it?" He called as loudly as he dared, sitting up and shifting Alex up with him.
"Cassandra."
"Enter." She opened the door.
"Oh, she's still asleep?"
"Yes." He replied, confused.
"Did she sleep the whole night?"
"Yes… Why?" He said slowly.
"I want to thank you. Something about you let her sleep without being disturbed by her recurring nightmare. For the past ten years, it was the same dream, depriving her of hours of sleep every night. Thank you." Turning, she quietly closed the door behind her as she left them alone.
Takmet sat there, thinking about what she had said. Recurring nightmare? He would have to ask her about that after she woke up.
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Man, this is so weird. I'm writing this annoying angst, and I'm listening to 'Goodbye Squirrel' by Cledus T. Judd. (shakes head and laughs)
