Friday, 06 June 2008

• Very Early, Very Rough draft of Pantheras' death scene

  Through the rain a man stood, the falling drops masked the tears that were falling down his face. “I can’t leave him.” Amittai said out loud, looking and finding with his strategist eyes the likely spot where Pantheras would be. “I have to find him for his men…they wouldn’t want this to be his final resting place.” He thought outloud, his voice drained, monotonous and completely devoid of hope.

   
  He stepped lightly over the rubble, trying to distribute his weight as well as he could. He knew that he shouldn’t be there, but who was going to stop him? Constintine was gone, already off to alert the others of Pantheras’ downfall, the sacrifice that he had made for their better good, something that Pantheras had never cared for. The credit should go to Alecuian, Pantheras never cared for anyone but his closest family and friends, he never cared about mankind, he just wanted a world that he could live in, in which he could figure out just why everything had happened…but no one had ever understood that. They made him to be something that he was not. He was a man, not a God, a lover not a fighter…he never wanted his death to be the price that had to be paid.

   
  Amittai choked back a sob as he saw the tattooed hand lying limp underneath the debris that had been the best of the Government’s buildings. He ran forward, no longer caring if the steel and plaster gave way beneath him, he had to get to Pantheras. He hit his knees hard against the rubble, his hands tearing the steel away from them, ignoring the searing pain in his hands as the hot steel burnt them. “N-no…” He sobbed as he saw the damage that was done to his mate. “Alecuian…” He whispered brokenly as he reached a hand out, smoothing it over his mate’s hair before with trembling hands he brought them down to the steel pipe that had impaled the dark haired man. Pantheras lay inches off the ground, ever so slowly, his weight was pushing him down upon the cylinder that he had fallen on.  His eyes were closed but, his chest was still moving with great difficulty.

   
  “…Amittai…” Pantheras whispered as he slowly opened his eyes and leveled them upon the one person whom he had always been fighting to get back to. “I think that I landed wrong…” He joked lamely as he winced and looked down at the protruding tube.

   
  “You never could remember to look before you leapt…” Amittai laughed ruefully through his tears as he brought his body underneath his lover’s, preventing his body from falling down even farther. The bespectacled man reached out, trying to see if there was anything to do and with a keening note of despair he realized that he could do nothing but hold onto his lover as he died. “Alecuian…I’m sorry…so sorry…” He whispered as he buried his face against Pantheras’ shoulder and cried.

   
  Pantheras tried to sit up, he wanted to comfort his lover even then. “Don’t cry…” He begged quietly. His hands shook as he tried to pull the steel rod out and groaned with the sudden renewal of pain. His brown eyes were glazing and his face was losing color. “You’re here…” He said with a note of happiness. His fingers twitched as if he was trying to reach his lover. “I have missed you.” He admitted as he gathered his strength and raised his hand, resting it on Amittai’s cheek. A brief smile crossed his face as his eyes searched the other man’s. “I have missed you so much…”

   
  Amittai forced himself to calm down, he knew that they didn’t have much time left together. He brought his soft hand up and laid it over Pantheras’ scarred one, closing his eyes as if that could somehow ingrain the feeling of his husband’s hand on his skin. “You’re going to be okay…” He lied. The heart that he had forgotten that he had was shattering, dying on the battlefield with his lover. “We’ll get you to the others...” He whispered but it was broken off when Pantheras shook his head weakly.

   
  “Don’t lie to me Amittai…not you too.” He begged quietly as he looked up at him. “I’m dying…you can say it.” He whispered quietly and forced himself to smile through his pain. “Please…just…don’t leave me.” He asked then and felt Amittai lower his hand and lace his fingers through Pantheras’ weak ones. “I’m scared.” He admitted as he closed his eyes, tears slipping down his face as he coughed wetly, blood was beginning to enter his lungs, suffocating the proud man.

   
  Even in dying you aren’t granted an easy passing. Amittai thought, already grief stricken as he lowered his head to Pantheras’, kissing the tears away. “I won’t leave you Alecuian.” He promised as he squeezed his hand. “I’m right here.” He assured before he closed his eyes, his body shaking as he felt Pantheras’ body grow colder.

  “Tale as old as time/Song as old as rhyme/Bitter sweet and strange/Finding you can change/Learning you were wrong…/Certain as the sun/Rising in the East/Tale as old as time/Song as old as rhyme/Beauty and the Beast…” Amittai started singing, cutting straight to the part that they had always found to be of the most significance to them. He had never sung, but at that moment that was all the he could do. He felt Pantheras’ body become still and the last note turned to a wail. “I love you…I never got to tell you, even after all of this… Alecuian, Pantheras…I still love you.” He cried.

   
  “He knew.” Rameses whispered as he stepped forward. Nyght, Delta, Constintine and Tiamat were next to him. “There was never a doubt in any of our minds that he loved you just as deeply.” The man promised as he knelt down and without hesitation he put his hands underneath his boss and lifted him off of the rod, his eyes wet with tears as he cradled the man close. “Let’s go Amittai…they took his life but they are not getting his body. They aren’t getting you either.” He vowed and jerked his head to Delta to lead their boss’ wife.

   
  The tall redhead stepped forward, gently tugging up Amittai and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Constintine stepped up on his other side acting as if ‘Astrophel’ had never existed. They walked off, not noticing when Tiamat declined to follow.

   
  Instead the pink haired man stood at the spot where Pantheras had died and his figure shifted. Pink hair melding to green, golden eyes staying true. He knelt down and ran his hand over the patch of earth that had absorbed Pantheras’ lifeblood before he stood up and looked ahead of him, a slight, small smile crossing his face before he took that one step forward and disappeared.

   
  Death…is only the beginning…

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