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I looked on in horror as Achilles stepped down on his captain's throat. No one dared help him. I rushed over to them, and found myself lifted off the ground. Achilles had turned toward me, his hand crushing my throat. He was strong, and it was more painful than I would have imagined, but all I could understand at that moment was the hatred in his eyes. The man I had come to love was nowhere to be found. The gentle man was gone, and in his place was the hardened warrior I knew existed, but had never seen. He could kill me right now, and I felt afraid. I had not feared him since that first day, but I did now. I tried in vain to pry his hand off me, knowing that there was no coming back from this. I tried to see him in those eyes, but all that was there was fury. I hoped he killed me now, instead of making me watch him destroy everything I loved, including himself.

Suddenly I was on the ground, gasping for air. Now that I wasn't locked in his gaze, I felt that pain in my neck. I saw him stalk away, his men clearing a path. I could only gawk at his retreating back in disbelief. My Achilles was gone, and in his place was the killer that he claimed he was born to be. The warrior was awake.

Really short, I know. I saw Troy, one of my favorite movies, on TV yesterday and cranked this out. Just a little insight. R&R -TwilightEyes85