Short Stories

A TSOA MODERN AU

"Ugh.....Haah..Uh"

"Please don't kill me. Please" he begged clutching on to the legs of his perpetrator, Hector, blood pouring from is wound.

"He will die without me. He will lose himself in his loss."

I felt my breath hitching as I looked at his face under the bright spotlight of the stage. 

Was this how it had really happened?

It was after few seconds I noticed that I was crying. I looked around to see that the entire theater was holding its breath. We had stopped breathing as he took his final breath.

Tears rolling down the eyes of the audience, touched by the performance, yet a chuckle escaped my lips when I realized how different the reason for my tears was.

Heck! These were tears of joy.

I had found him, finally.

I could see him right in front of me, alive, breathing, moving....living. He was wearing this ridiculous costume which looked nothing like my armor, but it was him.

Soon the lights of the stage dimmed, and the curtains fell. People were still sighing and sniffing, an after effect of the performance. I'm not sure how they managed to pull off such a tragedy for the most anticipated event of the University.

The static sound of the mic broke my train of thought and an announcer began announcing the names of the actors/actresses of the play and the theater boomed with applause as they came on stage one by one.

Some waved, some bowed but my eyes were waiting for one person. This was my chance to know about him.

"And Kyle Parker as Patroclus"

There he was, flashing a smile, waving slightly before he took his place next to the bulky guy who played Hector. His chocolate skin glistened with sweat under the heat of the stage lights.

He was looking at the crowd smiling at people who made eye contact with him, nodding, waving slightly and then suddenly he was looking at me.

I froze, my mind running miles and millennia back to the palace where I had first met him, too young to understand what was going on, too young to care about what was about to happen, too young to give a fuck about anything else but him.

A smile broke on my lips, I was in Phthia and he was beside me basking on the beach.

He stood star-struck. Then his initial surprise was replaced by sorrow and he broke eye contact, turning his head with a dramatic 'whip', leaving me staring at him.

Once the show was over I rushed to the back stage. There were people everywhere some getting dressed, some practicing lines, some removing make up while others putting it on.

My eyes scanned the crowd looking for a brown curly head, my mind cancelling out all other noises as the name "Kyle" rang through my head. I hurried, turning my head around, taking in as much as possible, probably hitting a few people in my wake, when..... he appeared.

He stood right in front of me, just the way I remembered except he wore a white shirt and slacks instead of his usual toga.

He eyed me up and down, as he stood towering a couple centimeters above me. I couldn't help but smile.

"Hey" I said, having no idea how to begin the conversation with the love of my life, I looked up to meet his eyes, hoping to find the same happiness as mine.

He wasn't smiling. He wasn't calm either. He was angry. It did not look good on him.

"Stop this" he muttered under his breath.