I have been gone from writing forever! Anyway, I'm back. Who's mad at whom? It's so confusing, and without any further adue (what does that mean?) A Roman orgy! No, just kidding, the story.

Dislaimer, you know it.

You Give Love A Bad Name

Chapter Five: Triumph Unspoken

Not caring what happened, Numair walked off, away from the Swoop, and into the surrounding forest. His shoulders slouched, his back curved, he gave the ground a piercing stare, as if it were the source of his problems and unhappiness. He couldn't believe what had happened. It was just all so confusing. First it was Daine who was mad at him, then he was mad at her, then she was mad at him for flinching, then she told him she was pregnant, and finally the whole thing just fell apart and he left.

Daine was pregnant. She was pregnant with his child, their child, and hated him. Pure straight hated him. He couldn't stand the thought of being alive while she clearly loathed him. Since he figured he couldn't do anything about her hating him, he decided he'd rather not be alive to experience it.

He thought of all the ways he could do it, end his life. Poison, stabbing, then again no. They were both too Shakespeare. He could blast himself into oblivion, but that was just too Star Wars. He could curse himself, but that was too Harry Potter. That left him drowning and hanging.

Hanging it was then. But if Numair was going to hang himself, he would have to do it properly. None of this cowardly hanging from his boot laces in the forest. No! If Numair was going to commit suicide, it was going to be in a brave sort of fashion.

He was determined. He ran back to the stables at the Swoop like a man on a mission, possibly because he was. He got Spots and galloped out of there like a bat out of Hell. He was headed back to the tower. It seemed to take forever, his impending doom awaited his return at the tower. When he got there, he tied Spots up, and got a nice long rope. He walked to the tower, opened the door and waltzed in.

He walked up the stairs, two at a time and into his own bedroom where Daine was sitting up on the bed. Her eyes wet red and puffy from tears. Her eyes went wide when she saw him. Her mouth opened in protest or shock, Numair didn't know and he didn't care. He ignored Daine. He walked to the window, opened it and looked out.

"What are you doing here?" Danie had finally found her voice.

"What am I doing here? What a fascinating question. I'm here because this is my tower, this is my bedroom, and you are my wife."

"I hate you."

"Great, well. Bye then." He finally got the rope tied around the window and the other end fashioned into the shape of a noose.

"W-what are you doing?" There was fear in Daine's voice when she asked this question.

"You hate me. Fine, you go right on hating me. But that doesn't change the way I feel about you. I love you. I always have, and nothing you do can change that. You're my life, so if you want to throw that life away, fine. I might as well throw the rest of me away too while we're at it."

With this, Numair slipped the noose over his neck, and tightened it.

Er, sorry for the cliffie guys. I'm really tired and I just wanna update. Thanks for reading, review if you can.