For the disclaimer, I would just like to say that I do not own any of the characters in this fic…
Title: Heroes Die Young
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You know it’s funny… I always though I’d be first to die… it’s always either the weak or the mighty that fall first… that’s what we were always led to believe anyway.
I guess it’s a little different saying that you would die for someone, but I never though either of us would actually have to make that sacrifice, let alone make the decision to do it. It was me the sword was coming at, it was my blood it hungered for. It was my blood that was supposed to soak into the ground turning the grass a crimson red. It was me that was supposed to be held in loving arms, and being told everything was going to alright. I was the one who was supposed to die, and have pennies put on my eyes, and cross the river Styx…
There wasn’t even that much blood to be seen when the sword came out. He said it was nothing but a scratch and just got back up and continued fighting until the fight was over. We thought we’d won, only then he fell… we ran to his side, and saw the scratch wasn’t one… maybe it opened and grew deeper as he fought on, or maybe he lied and sheltered us from the truth so we wouldn’t worry…
It was too late for us to ask such questions… the light had already left his eyes…
I wander if his father was waiting for him on the other side of the Styx, welcoming his in open arms, or scold him for being to foolish to protect a demi-God who probably wouldn’t have died of a sword wound anyway. Or maybe he knew that the sword had been dipped with the blood of a Golden Hind… but how could he? It was only after he’d died and the battle field cleared did we discover that…
It was Iolaus we always protected, he was the weakest of the three of us. I was the mighty one, the strong one, who didn’t need the protection, as I was always protected. But now I know it wasn’t my father that was protecting me… he didn’t need to. Not when I had Jason around… maybe my father knew that Jason would die for me… but what will happen to me now? Is this the beginning of my fall?
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A/n- I couldn’t sleep last night (my throat currently feels like I have hockey puck stuck in it everytime I swallow- apparently it’s all due to stress (40 years ago there was no such thing…), so I’m guessing the doctors don’t really know what’s wrong…), so instead of lying awake and getting frustrated because the Sandman’s stuck in traffic, I grabbed my note book and penned this.
Wow! So far today I have killed off Jason and the entire members of the Fantastic Four! And there’s still over an hour of the day left! Though now I have poste, it's after midnight this side of the pond... I'm off to bed, I have work in the morning. So, if you see the Sandman, please point him in my direction!
Posted on Apr 23, 2006, 4:14 PM from IP address 88.109.98.144
