Author PenName: Dysis Nyx
Author Notes: So, are you at the edge of your seats yet? I am always scared that when I post that it isn't good enough for the readers. I always look forward to the reviews because it is the best part of Ever since I was little I enjoyed writing things. I love creating the who atmosphere then dropping it all to nothing with that small glimmer of hope, then...wait, I can't ruin what I am planning for our little Achilles and Patroclus.
Disclaimer: I do not own, have rights on, or have any legal say in the characters, story, etc. of the movie "Alexander" if I did I would change the ending to the movie and have Alexander kill Roxane...scratch that. I would have Alexander and Hephaistion's deaths never exist in history.
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-dank and dirty cell of the Babylon palace-
midnight of Hephaistion's arrest
Leaning against the wall of his dungeon Hephaistion rested his chained wrists on his knees. His feet with their worn sandals were decorated with shackles now. And slowly, Hephaistion could feel starvation, despair, and disease creep upon him. This was his final days. In this cell he would die a broken man. Alexander now knew of his love and would think that he was only saying it for mercy.
After all, Alexander had made it clear that he cared not for Hephaistion's life. He had not realized just how deep those words cut through him. Those very words that made no sense to everything that Alexander had said in the past. Could he have been lying...?
No..., if there was one thing Alexander prided himself on, it was being...but it still did not make any sense.
What Hephaistion regretted most was being stupid enough to blurt out his love for Alexander. Now Alexander would think he said it out of desperation and hopes at mercy. And as much as Hephaistion wished his feelings away, he knew they were true. He honestly loved Alexander and Alexander hated him.
The doors to his dungeon opened to reveal Cassander. The look on his face was a smile, but was pure evil. His stride was steady with a contented air as he descended the steps. "So, Hephaistion, tell me what made you think you could get away with treachery? Did you honestly think because you were Alexander's favorite that he wouldn't kill you? Well, Hephaistion, you committed treason. Do you remember what Alexander has us do to traitors?" He paused two stairs to the bottom and twirled the tiny dagger in his hand "We kill them, Hephaistion. We kill them when no one is watching, so we can simply shrug our shoulders and say 'No, it must have been murder by another criminal'. Are you ready, Hephaistion? Because I am."
-room in palace where Dianthe is held-
same exact moment as previous
Dianthe noticed a masculine figure pacing back and forth outside of the open doorways. She let out a heavy sigh and called "Come in, Alexander."
Immediately Alexander came in and sat on a chair next to her bedside. He breathed out a mighty breath. How did he expect Dianthe to understand his feelings right now. She cared for Hephaistion deeply and was only on his side.
"You know, Alexander, you have good intentions with your plan, but try to speak with the co-conspirator before setting in motion you may have broken Hephaistion because of your negligence. And-" For an instant Dianthe's paused as her calm, gentle face transfigured into one of complete terror and horror. Her soft voice screamed in desperation as she grabbed tight to Alexander "Go! You must save him! He will die! You must go! NOW!"
All while she was wailing tears were streaming down her face. Panic was slowly rising in Alexander. If his thoughts were true over what she was screaming, then he needed to hurry.
On his way out he bumped into Crateros. The man looked even more serious then Alexander would have liked at that moment. His heart stopped beneath his rib sand waited. He knew not for what, but it stopped. Every organ in his body just stopped as Alexander waited staring directly into Crateros's stoic face.
Finally, the older man spoke "Alexander, did you order Cassander into Hephaistion's cell? If not, then I suggest you get down there. Or if you did then you at least owe it to Hephaistion to go down there."
Without even another word Alexander pushed past Crateros. His urgency heightened at Crateros and his message.
How could have he have been so foolish? If Hephaistion died Alexander knew it was his fault only. He cared so deeply for Hephaistion that if he lost him because of his own selfishness, then Alexander knew not the amount of blame he would feel. This was Hephaistion he was thinking about. The one man who in the midst of a battle was riding his horse right next to his, not a pace behind like every other man under his services. The one man who had no use for royal treatment. If Alexander was being selfish and arrogant, then he would tell him flat out. And at this moment he was losing him under Alexander's own indirect orders.
Finally, when Alexander approached the door to the dungeon he heard one long yell, then another voice laugh maniacally.
That was all Alexander needed to lose it. He was so scared to lose Hephaistion that his mind and body turned into a blind desperation to get into that prison. Every bit of his pride was thrown to the floor as his fists lambasted the heavy wood & iron door mercilessly. As long as he knew Hephaistion was in there, then he would do everything in his power to get into that room. Later Alexander would barely recall taking his sword to the door to for a short while.
All he wanted was a second chance. A second chance to let Hephaistion know that he cared for him. No, not that he cared for him, but that he loved him. That he needed him there to always just be 'Hephaistion'.
There was something about his name that always made him great. No words could ever be used to describe him, only his name. As he once said to Roxane 'He is Hephaistion'. While she had not known the power of those words, Alexander did.
And now at this very second he could praticaly hear Hephaistion's heartbeat stopping, his life's blood flooding the floor, and his soul fleeing his body.
Then when Alexander pulled his sword back in one more thrust the door opened. In the heart of the doorway stood a very confused Cassander. A very confused and a very unsettled Cassander. There was something in his expression that told Alexander it was because he was not expecting him to be there.
Without even another thought, Alexander pinned Cassander to the wall by his throat. "Tell me what you have done to Hephaistion, Cassander!"
His voice was shaken but strong "What we do to all traitors and conspirators, my lord."
"Lies!" Alexander shouted as he threw Cassander to the floor and ran to the bottom of the dungeon. There lay a sight that would cause even the strongest man's stomach to churn.
Red blood streaked the floor of the dungeon. Alexander fell to his knees as he examined the body of Hephaistion. Laying there was the beautiful face of Hephaistion. His eyes were closed and he was unresponsive.
In a heartbeat Alexander let out the biggest shout of thunder that all of Asia could have heard. There was no way he could have been...dead. So, was it just his imagination or did Alexander hear a heartbeat?
---to be continued---
Author's Note: Trust me on this just keep reading. PLEASE!