Of Myth ((M/L YTeen)) oneshot 1/1 (febuary 5)

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Title: Of Myth
Author: Alyssa
Disclaimer: I do not own the Roswell characters nor anything related to them; I do not own the mythologoical characters either.
Pairing: M/L
Rating: Yteen
Summary: Nothing is as it seems. What would you do for love?
Author's Note: This was acutally a fanfiction that I wrote for somethinge else formatted to be a Roswell fanfiction. This isn't really character based, but more.. emotion? Descriptionnally?


Of Myth


You were lithe and beautiful, pale flesh and obsidian tainted hair.


"Is that your only definition of beauty Max? There are other types of beautiful."

"To me, you are the only thing that is beautiful."

"What about that jeep of yours?"

"Nah, he's just pretty; but you.. you are beautiful."

"No, Max, you are the beautiful one."


Michelangelo's masterpiece, you were my Sistine Chapel miracle; God being your maker. (or was it me, you told me that when you met me that you were made anew). Promises tatooed up and down your arms and traced angel wings upon your back; you were my key to paradise.


Briseis was weakness to Achilles, as you are my Achille's heel. (powerful men, beautiful men, brought to their knees by women as white as snow)


I fell in love with you the moment I layed my eyes on you. (I should have just turned my head; I should have just watched you from afar)


Unveiled.


"Who is she?"

"Oh her, that is Liz Parker."

"Are you sure her name isn't Angel?"


You were the innocent.


Angelic symbols etched into her skin; visible for all to see_ (yet Achilles took Briseis even though she wore the virgin's robes)


You were as taken to me as I, you.


The first time I met you, I was bleeding from my temple, gashes on my arms.


"Who did this to you?"

"Gang fight."

"Why would they mar something so beautiful?"


You were afraid.


Had I defiled something sacred? (I was so afraid to speak with you, my tainted breath could seep into your pores; dissolve into your bloodstream -- poison disease) I thought my touch would burn you; like acid[tone lemon squares]- Snow White's gleaming apple.


I was destruction wrapped up in a pretty package.


If I looked in the mirror, I would see you in the background. I would touch the cool surface, trace the contours of your face;


That should have been the closest i've ever gotten to you.


"Another fight Max? Please.. don't go."

"Baby.. I have to."

"No you don't! You don't have to go, and you don't need to make me worry that I won't see you in the morning."

"You will see me."

"On an autopsy table?"


But then again; Briseis helped Achilles remove her white garments.


"Would you give up your religion for me?"

"No."

"Good, I would never have asked you too anyway."

"But, I would give up the world."


In the end, I lay here, cold ground cold sky cold unseeing eyes. Blood spilling like wine from my wounds, waiting for Lucifer to come and lick them up like feral dogs. Waiting for the serpent tatoo wrapped around my ankle to come alive (sink its fangs into my flesh and draw out my sin).


The knife he used lies a few feet away, my life's essence coating it and it lies forever stained. (if you sell it on E-Bay, you could get at least 10$)


Regret.


I'm helpless.


Helpless to the world (i can feel it.. i can feel it's fangs deeper and deeper) soon soon soon Helpless to my emotions. even in the end I think of you Helpless to my thoughts.


Whoever said death wasn't beautiful was wrong. Death is beautiful because it makes you ponder, makes you think. Forces you to think back to the things you would have never had the courage to face.


Like your demons.


In the end, I'm glad you left me.


"Why are you doing this Liz?"

"Max.. i can't take it anymore."

"What, what can I do, what can I do to make you stay?"

"Stop hurting me."

I never meant to hurt you, baby.


I remember, but I try not to. I saw your tears but I ignored them. (shining crystals -- something so precious as those shouldn't leak every night) I saw your pain replacing your promises tatooed on your arms and now blood etched the wings upon your shoulderblades.


I only viewed you as beautiful; happy -- not the woman you turned into.


Not the woman I cursed to the fate of tears, to the fate of waiting next to the telephone, to the fate of cleaning my wounds.


With every drop of blood that you washed, you wept a thousand tears. (were they also red, I don't remember. My pain was your pain then, my blood fused into you.)


"Max, why do you do this?"

"Do what, Love?"

"Fight."

"I know of nothing else."


Blind.


Stupidstupidstupidstupid.


Achilles, this is why you fell.


"Goodbye Max..."

"Liz, please.. don't.."

"Promise me something."

"I would do anything."

"Don't get killed."


Afterwards, the shadows welcomed me. I watched you, graced in sunlight, blessed-- as you smiled to others. Stalker Max.


You looked beautiful in the sunlight.


Just as Hades stole Persephone from the field of flowers; I stole you from what was your home. (sunshine and butterflies and rainbows and)


But unlike Persephone, you chose not to eat the pomegranate. (you had a choice)


Unlike Persephone, you did not return.


"We have something of yours."

"I have nothing."

"Your girl."

"I have no girl anymore."

"What was her name, Liz Parker?"

"...."

"I thought so. Meet me at 8, at the park."


Fire against water I fought for you.


Dark seraphim in flight, craziness deeply rooted with my sorrow I fought for you.


And as fire against water, I lost.


Defeated I fell, a king fallen from his throne, his crown shattered; He stares at his kingdom, pillaged by fire and foreigners (King Priam, Troy has been taken)


Max Evans you are so stupid. You saw him with the knife. You saw him with the knife and guess what?


You didn't care.


"Max!!"


When I look back, all you did was scream and cry. I remember the empty Kleenex boxes.


"Max, why are you so stupid.."


Love makes me stupid.


You make me stupid.


My own pride made me stupid.


(Patroclus died because Achilles refused to fight --- king Adgememnon why did you steal Briseis away?)


"You saw the knife, I know you did, and you still fought, why? WHY??"


For you, I fought for you.


You were my sunlight. I was darkness. And as sunlight cannot live in darkness you could not survive with me.


"Answer me Oppa! Even after everything you still don't answer me."


My words will only hurt you more. My words will only taint you more. Just as my touch did.


When I die, I will fade into the abyss, my soul departed to enter the Elysia and wander with the men before me who were stupid and in love.


Achilles, lovely to meet you.


My body will escape into the earth, deep down, that when you mourn, screaming and tearing at the dirt you won't be able to reach me.


I'll make sure of it.


"Max.. hold on.. you'll be okay."


Liar.


My sweet sweet liar.


God will forgive of that one, I promise. When I meet him I will get on my knees and beg.


"Max.. why do you still do this. You promised me, you promised me you wouldn't die. YOU PROMISED,"


You are crying now.


See, Liz; with me all you do is cry..


While when I was with you I always smiled.


Unfair.


"Forgive me?"


My vision darkens as you shake your head from side to side. (disbelief? resentment?)


"No Max, I don't forgive you."


Desperation clawing at your eyes. Desperation clawing at your insides.


Satisfaction murking in mine.


"Good, I don't forgive myself either."


"Max... Why do you fight. Finally, tell me why."


"I hear you have been dating my girl."

"Your EX girlfriend, Sean, Liz is your ex."

"Damn you. You think I'm going to let you just take her like that?"

"You haven't done much so far."

"Shut up Evans, I could tear you the apart."

"I would do anything to protect her."

"Even fight me?"

"I'm not afraid of you."


Achilles didn't fight for the Greeks, he didn't fight for himself.


He fought for love.


"I fought for you."


fin.