Finished Canon/Conventional Couple Fics. These stories pick up from events in the show. All complete stories from the main Canon/CC board will eventually be moved here.
<center> Rage Against the Dying of the Night</center>
<center> One Part Only </center>
I sit here watching the sun slowly slipped into the ink, the red orb was on fire, the fire of blood screaming out the pain of Antar. All I did was sit there and watch, listen to the screams, hear the pleas for life, and all I did was sit there. I close my eyes, blotting out the red of the dying light, to be confronted with the blood red vision of my own pain.
Each night I endured what had happened, what will happen as the scene of our deaths repeated over and over, like some madcap adventure gone terribly wry. Antar screamed out in the end: the green sun, the lakes of brown and red, the lonely bird riding the current of destruction, the fields of skeletons.
Since we had fled Roswell, the visions and memories have become stronger, the alien part forcing the human side under, eclipsing who I am, who I will be. I hear once again the screams, the pain fills me, but these my own screams, my death screams. I can bear no longer as I stand to walk, I do that a lot now, walk, to nowhere, to nothingness.
The earthen ground that I now call home feels alien to me anymore, my feet slip as I climb a barren small hill and the jagged rocks cut my hands as I pull myself up the craggy face. Use to be easy to climb a simple hill like this, now I struggle my limbs refusing what my human mind tells them. I labored up that hill; finally I could stand at the summit, as the last of the day dripped into blackness.
“Am I changing, will I revert to what Nasedo was or something different?” I ask the air, not expecting an answer, simply voicing my fear. The fear that all three of us have, that we will change, lose who we are, what we had strove to become. “Will we evolve into those aliens with the cold black eyes?”
Darkness surrounds me, use to be my friend, the darkness, the cover, a way to hide in the open, to come and go as I felt. Now the darkness brings on the pain, the memories return, they haunt my dreams, my days, my life.
Funny thing about life is you never know what you have until it is gone or altered. It was like that on Antar, our lives went on day after day, we took so much for granted, used our lives as if it was endless supply of water flowing through time. Never thought we would taste the last drop, we would end, we would die. But it happened; the impossible became reality, our dreams lives vanished, taking our beings, our history, our future.
Far below me semi-opaque apparitions began to take form, the past captured in time, refusing to leave, thousands caught in the struggle between good and evil. They perform nightly for me now, each strike of a blade detailed, each cut of the flesh excruciating, each blare of the horns and call of the drums deafening. It was the battle of Armageddon, the last battle, the fall of Antar, the night of eternal blackness.
The smell of death drags me back to that time, the explosions rock the ground, the sky lights up in a red glow as the city burned below me. There was no military to rescue us, no superheroes, no glory, this was war. Vile, dirty, bloody, humiliation of soul and body that is the war we fought. Our deaths did nothing to stop the violence. The blood has not stopped flowing, that fact was revealed to Max at the summit. The great revolution led by Ki’var to unite the people to bring peace and prosperity to the masses, failed.
Death is coming again, blood is in the air, I can feel it, I know we are in danger, a terrible thing to know and feel helpless. Max and Isabel can also sense the end is near; they have regained much of their memories. Max struggles with the failure of his kingdom, decisions he made that were in error in retrospect. He was not a tyrannical king, true a little arrogant, but what king is not. His only downfall was naivety to trust his fellow countryman. That was the key to his failure; trust, easily manipulated by Ki’var who placed a spy among us.
Isabel is also suffering from acts she still considers to be traitorous, yet she is also not at fault. She was used, tricked, her heart plied away from me. Vilandra was not evil, she was strong, defiant, a woman who could match a man in temperament, cunning, and sexual appetite. The people will again call forth her name in honor, in love for the sacrifices she endured.
None of us were bad; there were no evil intentions on our part. We did what we could for the people; we did what was right and just. So many mistakes, so many unforeseen consequences to our actions; if we had known what was underlying in the current of masses’ political voice, maybe we would had done different. But we did not.
We prepare now for the final battle, the end to all, the end of the beginning. We have come full circle. Once again the sun will drip blood, the parch soil will drink greedily. This time friends stand with us, lovers, family. We cannot fail we have too much to lose this time around. We must win, we have to win, we must defeat our enemies. We must reclaim our titles, our lands, our people, our Antar.
Death, that endless abyss, stronger than madness, stronger than love, stronger than life. Stronger than I could ever even hope to be. So I sit here in the darkness watching the battle below, memorizing each detail, reflecting the pain, feeling the regret. There is nothing I could do to stop us from dying. Nothing in the past, but this is now. There is no failure.
<center> Rage
that is all I am left with. Rage
against those that killed us, vengeance I seek, retribution I demand. Rage
against the darkness that draped our world. Rage
for the blood of the victims who call out in the royal names to avenge them. Rage
against the dying of the night for I am Rath of Antar Rage
for all that I love, for I am Michael of Earth Rage,
let myenemies come and feel my rage
</center>