Author's Note: This story takes place a few months after the movie. I
know this part is short but it's basically an intro... the rest will
come soon... This story is from Herc's AND Meg's points of view... Herc
is in black and Meg is in white.. I know most of you could figure that
out on your own but I just wanted to clarify...And now, on with the
Meg sighed. 'Come on Hercules,' she thought. He was supposed to meet her
almost an hour ago. They were going to a play that one of Meg's good
friends was starring in. 'If he's not in here in fifteen minutes', she
thought, 'I'm leaving without him.'
'Oh no, Meg is gonna kill me,' Hercules thought. 'Why do monsters always
have to cause trouble at the worst times?' At the moment, he was on his
way to Meg's Garden to take her to a play. He had just stopped another
minotaur from terrorizing the streets of Thebes. He could slay horrible
monsters but couldn't be on time... go figure.
Meg was ready to leave when she heard someone behind her.
"Herc!" she cried as she spun around.
But it wasn't Herc who greeted her. It was a man from her past, a past
she didn't like to think about. This particular person was one she
hadn't seen in years and didn't plan on ever seeing again. His hands
were behind his back and his mouth was twisted in an awkward shape, a
shape Meg was all to familiar with.
"Perseus!" she gasped.
"Hello Megara." Perseus said. His voice was deep, seductive, almost
hypnotic. "It's nice to see you again my dear."
"Your dear?" Meg questioned. "Why I could..."
With that, Perseus lifted a large rock over his head and brought it down
on Meg's. Hard. She collapsed in a heap on the ground. Perseus dragged
her limp body to his horse, hoisted her onto the animal, then rode away
as qucikly and as silently as he had come.
Herc arrived at Meg's Garden about twenty minutes after Perseus has
ridden away with her on the back of his horse. He breathed a loud sigh
and called out to her.
But Meg wasn't there. He sat down on a nearby stone bench, put his head
between his knees, and stared at the ground.
"Oh no." Herc gasped.
The blood on the ground was too much for him to handle. He turned his
head and vomited into the bushes. Then he got up, struggled to stay
balanced, and ran.
He ran until he couldn't anymore. There he collapsed on the soft grass
and began to weep. He knew it was her blood. Who else's could it be? It
was too much. who would want to hurt Meg? His dear, sweet Meg? The
questions were a blur, just like everything else at that moment...
The dreaded phrase:
To Be Continued
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