Sword Crossed Lovers

I will kill you, Romeo Montague!

Suddenly the Prince of Cats cannot breathe. His heart beats rapidly in his chest, irregular and panicked as his mind follows. He grips his fists, forcing his nails into the palms of his hands. In this moment, Tybalt's heart falls apart. The searing pain almost makes him draw a faster breath in to perhaps douse out the burning. All at once, the fear remaining in his heart and the hatred aimed at himself is released onto his soul. His heart no longer has any strings to make music. Now it will beat like a drum, just as Lord Capulet wanted it to sound.

Tybalt's eyes lose all their light but his face freezes in a sense of false joy for her sake. "That's great," he says dryly, clearing his throat.

Entangled in her own ecstasy, the Capulet princess skips down the hallway, humming a wedding tune. Tybalt, however, leans his weight against the wall and storms off towards his chambers, one arm scraping angrily against the hallway all the way there.

He throws himself onto the bed and slams his fists into his thighs with a slap. He feels the stinging but cares not. He forces his body to remain calm, his muscles shivering with intense emotion. However, his body reveals nothing. All of the emotions are trapped within the Capulet. Even as a boy, he could never outwardly show his intense emotions. They would rock his body and cause him as much physical pain as his heart feels, yet he remains trapped in a prison of apathy to the outside world. The only outwardly showing symptoms of his feelings are his fiery power in rage, shaking, nausea, and even blackouts.

Sensing this to be the worst moment of his life, even worse than when his parents died, he howls into his wrist. She saved him from the worst loss of his life. As a young man, he went through the phase of rebellion that his parents had died. She had seen him through it all. She had taken the knife from his chest that one night. Unknowingly, she had done that more than once.

Now she is gone. Juliet too has been stripped of the Capulet Warrior. Perhaps that is all the stars made him to be, just a heartless beast to do the bidding of his uncle.

Tybalt bites down hard on his own flesh to keep from screaming louder. All these feelings within him are trapped, forced into his body and unable to be let out. Now with a broken heart, nothing can mend him or let hope in.

Making soft and intense noises one after another, Tybalt keeps himself from retching and passing out. He feels his heart race inside his chest and his legs shiver with muscular spasms. His head reels in pain and his eyes roll around lazily inside his skull. What is this Hell? Why can't the emotions make themselves known? Why do they plague one with their internal presence yet make him a prisoner to the outer world?

Feeling the worst of it subsiding, Tybalt is left with a hollowed soul and heart. The beating of the world leaving him behind, he separates his soul from the rhythm. "Juliet... O my Juliet! My cousin! My blood, flesh of my flesh! I shalt never rest until thy eyes are forever joyous and pure. I shall go against my vow of breeding thy happiness only to protect thy flesh. I shall kill thee, Romeo Montague! Even if I must kill my darling Juliet beside thee, thy love shalt die!"