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As I layed dying... David Fallon's POV |
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My arms burned even after my cries were silenced. The sound of footsteps echoed in my ringing ears as my attackers left me. I could barely breath. Were my ribs broken? Gasping ached, but there was no other way to get any air. I tried to glanced up, yet my head felt so heavy I gave up. My whole body felt like a sack of bricks. My good leg was shaking from the weight on it, since my right leg was broken. It finally gave out, and I felt the knives in my forearms rip all the way to my wrists. I moaned in agony as I hung by my arms from the fence. This was the end for me. If I didn't bleed to death, I was going to suffocate under my own weight.
Suddenly the sound of heels caught my ear, followed by a scream. Was that my name? I tried to look up, but again, my head weighed more than than my feeble strength could hold. I felt cool hands touch my bruised face. Such small hands could only belong to my beloved princess. She must have escaped Diana in the alleyway. If only she could have been blind, she wouldn't have to see me like this. I was far from the strong man she had known. Now, I was nothing more than a broken, dying man. My heart broke as I heard her cry. She was blaming herself.
I felt the blade in my right wrist leave. I fell against her, groaning at the pain in my chest. The other knife was pulled from my left wrist, freeing me from the wooden fence. I guess my dead weight was too much for even her because we both fell to the ground. Her arms cushioned the impact for me, holding me against her, but I still felt the jolt. I started coughing again. The bitter taste of blood in my mouth made me clench my teeth. Breathing through my nose, I could barely smell the perfume on her from earlier at the market. For the first time, I smiled. God, she smelled good.
I asked if she was hurt. She yelled at me for asking such a thing. I tried to laugh, but it hurt too much. She said something about worrying about myself for once. I knew she was scared out of her mind. Those rebels were looking for her, and I wouldn't tell them anything about her whereabouts. Personally, I thought it was because I was still wearing my priestly attire. The rebels didn't care much for clergy, and I'd heard plenty of stories about priests being killed in the image of the crucifix. She didn't need to hear about those things though. I didn't have the time to tell her either.
I told her that she had to find the last two of the twelve on her own. Hermes would be a challenge to find, but we both knew her father was Zeus. I said she could trust him. She cut me off, saying I was going with her. I felt bad. I was the only person besides Diana that she called 'friend'. I'd promised that she could trust me when we first met; she'd always been on the fence about it, but I'd gone and proved my worth. Why did it have to cost my life though? I told her she was strong enough to continue on without me, but this only earned tears from her crimson eyes.
I reached up, weakly, to wipe away a tear. Don't cry, I said. I'm not going to die. I'll just go to sleep. She paused her crying at my words. I said I knew she loved to watch me sleep, so I would go to sleep for her, forever dreaming of her smile. The shock must have really had me because I was smiling. Dying didn't seem so horrible now. That's right, I said. I'll stay this way for all of time, never aging and always dreaming of you. I love you, Artemis. I'll always love you. I love you. I love...
-Jade_the_inujin 4/7/08
 Jade_the_inujin · Tue Apr 08, 2008 @ 05:49am · 1 Comments |
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