|Patrick Clark | Patroclus (borrowed_armor) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2010-11-27 05:55:00
|Entry tags:||achilles, patroclus|
Who: Achilles and Patroclus
What: Achilles marches down to the hospital to find Briseis and be Achilles all Nyx-spawned up like an energy drink. (Originally posted by Achilles)
Where: Hospital Patroclus is staying at
When: Saturday night
Warnings: No blood, promise, just a little interrogating.
Ate had taunted the already gloating Greek hero who now seemed to have no care for anything he said, even to the Olympians themselves. He may have held disregard for their practices or what they did, but if he wasn't so hyped on the lies fed by Hybris and her sisters he would never have gone this far.
Focused on seeking out Briseis, Achilles marched into the hospital, that greed and lust on his mind. He would take back what was his, he would find her, and he make her know who her loyalties were to be given to.
He stared down Patroclus in the doorway, awaiting for when he'd look up. Achilles stepped in, brow arched as he spoke in that possessed voice. "Where is she?" he asked, grinding his teeth when he did not see Briseis, though he could still smell her perfume in the air.
When Achilles appeared in his doorway, Patroclus nearly choked on his own tongue in fear. He couldn't get away. His legs were intact and he could run if he could handle getting up, he would have to grit while the rest of his broken bones scraped together as he did so.
So he was stuck there in bed with the man who had broken him standing above him.
Patroclus whimpered and then, even through his wired jaw he said, "I don't know!"
Achilles eyed him warily with a clenched jaw. He pointed a finger at the broken man as he stepped closer towards the bed. He laughed rather manically.
"You lie. You know where she is. Tell me." He tilted his head to the side as if to contemplate how he would handle this next. He tapped the side of the bed.
Patroclus tried to wriggle away from Achilles, but it only caused him more pain. He tried to hide in the recesses of his pillow and he was dismayed to see that the nurse call button was too far away from him from where he was. Not that he wanted to bring anyone else into this.
"I don't know!" Patroclus said as loudly as he could, as it caused anguish all through his face.
He seethed between his teeth, leaning down against the bed with a look that said he would kill him right there if he needed to. His blood was pumping.
Achilles hands lay on either side of Patroclus as he leaned and looked at him with angry eyes. "Tell me or your next bed will be the morgue."
Patroclus' blood froze in his veins. He knew where Briseis was, of course. He knew, but he would never tell Achilles. Not with him like this.
Visions of Briseis beside him in a hospital bed beside him, as broken as he, and it hurt far worse than anything Achilles had done to him. And Patroclus didn't trust Achilles not to rape Briseis either. She had told him of the creepy things Achilles had done, and what he had said. And while normally Achilles would never do such a thing, he would never had attacked Pat either.
He wouldn't be standing over Patroclus now, threatening his life.
In the end, if Achilles was going to kill him, so be it. But Patroclus would not give up Briseis. Even if he was terrified.
"No," Patroclus said as firmly as possible. "I will not tell you."
"Don't insult me by refusing my demand, Patroclus." He bared his teeth, veins near popping off his face. "She is not yours to protect!"
"Tell me," he said again with the tilt of his head, hand grabbing Patroclus by the jaw, not enough to break the re-work that had been done, but enough to invoke pain.
Patroclus let out a whimper of pain as Achilles began torturing him for information. He reached up to take Achilles' wrist in his good hand to try to pull him away from him, but it was no use. He feared more pain. Achilles could do anything to him he wanted. Patroclus was at his mercy. But he wouldn't falter. He just stared up at his best friend with unbelieving, hurt eyes and he said again, "no, I will not tell you."
Even in his years of bloodied wars, Achilles raged, but he did not do this. Not to his best friend. Not to those he cared for. If he could snap out of this he would have stressed that Patroclus should have left him alone when he'd first pushed away. When he still had control.
When this was all over he would cringe at what malice he'd spat so hatefully, the blood he'd spilled. Achilles had vigorously stood to uphold Patroclus' honor, stood side by side and now he was as ruthless as any cold-hearted monster filled with nothing but jealousy. Like that of the commander and King he'd spat with so many years ago.
"I will find her," he spoke deeply in a threatening tongue.
"No," Patroclus said, because he trusted Thetis and Hephaestus wholeheartedly. "You won't.