Kill Me Please... (pyre/open)

[Garret Williams]

Garret couldn't live. A week without Max was worse than death, it was slow. Painful. Every passing hour made his heart sink lower, his eyes yearned for the sight of his lost love. The pain of losing the daughter of Chronos was like death itself.

He felt the sorrow and pity rolling off the other campers as they passed his silently, trying to offer comfort. But none could be offered. Nothing was comforting anymore. His free time was spent, no longer studying to become a professor here, but staring at the tear stained photograph of Max he took the day she died. The two of them having spent the afternoon together.

He couldn't eat, any nutrients in his system were forced down. His sea green eyes which were once full of laughter and life were now just lost waves of sorrow and pain. He couldn't mask his feelings anymore.

The sight of Garret like this would tear anybody apart, death would be better than life right now. Anybody who would catch a glimpse of his making his way through the hallways blindly would feel sorrow for the fact he is alive.

Garret could no longer see the light of day. Everything was black and white, sounds were low, everything just rolled past, and time dragged. Oh where did the time with Max go? Why couldn't he too be a child of Chronos and able to turn back time to be with her? Why couldn't she just come back to life, where was the warmth from his skin? The laughter in her voice? Where were those beautiful ivy eyes, and the soft dark hair?

Garret hadn't seen Elizabeth Zarate at all since Max's death. Hopefully Pyre had been with her, but Garret couldn't bring himself near anybody who could resemble his beloved. Her own funeral might as well been his, nobody could have felt more sorrow than the son of Poseidon.

All pain in life was nothing compared to this...this was cruelty. Torment. And he couldn't take it anymore. He yearned to see her. But he knew he couldn't, she was gone. Stolen from him by the son of Hades.

And now he must go to her, like any hero or prince, he must chase after her despite the situation, he must go to her. Even if the only way he could think off was death. Unless he could find a way to the Underworld, he would just kill himself now...

No emotion was felt as he crossed through the bridge, weaponless and towards the dangers of the city of New York. He wanted to feel a pain other than the loss of his soul. He wanted to fear sharp claws tear him apart, or teeth rip his flesh. He wanted to be able to cry out in agony, not for the death, but for the long suppressed scream for Max. Oh how he longed to scream, to cry, to die...

[Pyralis Demos]

Pyre had been searching for Garret all day. He hadn't been able to talk to him since the funeral and knew he was severely depressed. He pitied his friend and could sympathize with him, but he also knew it was a mistake to cut yourself off from the world. While it may seem like it to him, Max wasn't the only thing that mattered in his life. He had so much to look forward to. Most of all, though, Pyre knew Garret needed someone to talk to.

Who wouldn't? His girlfriend had just been slaughtered - of course Garret would feel horrible. Pyre was determined to lift his spirits. He'd asked around and had heard Garret was headed toward the edge of the Academy. It was understandable; most students stayed near the center, afraid of monster attacks despite the magical border. It'd be a place to get away - a place of refuge.

Having just finished training a new Minor Gods kid who'd shown up around the same time as Max's death, Pyre had no time to change and instead bid the kid a farewell and sought out his friend.

After a while of searching, he finally spotted Garret crossing the bridge. It made no sense to Pyre as to why he'd be crossing the bridge. Was the boy suicidal? He knew of the dangers beyond the border.

"Garret!" he called, jogging toward him. "Hey, wait up."

[Garret Williams]

A trance...not even his best friend Pyre's voice could be heard through the swirl of thoughts in his head. He was lost, his sea green eyes distant as he continued his path across the bridge, everything was spinning now. Excitement for the upcoming reunion with Max.

The son of Poseidon, wasn't at all in this world. If Pyre came any closer he would be able to see the look of loss, pain, and suffering on such a once happy face. Nothing was right anymore. Not within Garret. Nothing would ever be right again. Half of his once complete soul was gone, his heart was dying, all emotion escaped from his body. He was pale, and possibly looked sick.

The once handsome boy looked more dead than alive. His dark hair was unkept, ragged, he had not looked into the mirror in so long. He couldn't care anymore. All he could care about was Max. His other half. And she was gone. Killed. Murdered. For what? The Fates?

This new Garret Williams wasn't mortal, it wasn't even alive. It had a pulse, it had a heart beat, it had warm blood. But it lacked meaning, substance, true life. And that was the greatest problem with love, it's forever.

Garret had fallen into a deep dark hole, only to have the only exit closed around him, and the light he chased into the hole blown out. He was lost in this depression. This...insanity without Max. It was unstable, unhealthy, and cruel. Surely not even the gods had this planned for him? For it would be a terrible waste of talent, and youth.

This boy couldn't have had a life full of laughter, fun, and joy just to have it end before his trip to Hades. Garret was gifted both in the arts of fighting without weapons, and with them. He was once joyful, alive, conceded maybe, flirtatious, playful, competitive. He was the perfect son. He had good looks, which had now taken a turn for a more sorrowful and dead appearance, he had the adoring fan club, which had now all mourned the death of Max as well.

But now...Now he had nothing. He gave it up once his meaning was killed. And now he couldn't live anymore.... Or rather he didn't want to. He didn't care for the world's loss in talent and life, he couldn't bring himself to be able to open his eyes once again and see the morning rise, knowing that all the time he spent with Paige Max Zarate was to build him up for this terrible torment. He couldn't walk the halls of this school without having her voice ring in his ears, only knowing that she wasn't truly there... How much longer could he look at the pictures of her, and know that her sight lacked life?... The answer was simple...not much, he would refuse, he was waving the white flag of surrender in the air now. He wanted Thanatos to come and take him away. And that, was why the now dying son of Poseidon continued his descend out of the Academy, over the bridge with the roaring water underneath...

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(...This make me sad xDDD I kinda want Max alive again now... I feel bad for Garret xP)

[Pyralis Demos]

(Yeah, I know what you mean. It's all really depressing...)

Pyre knew Garret must be hurting - it was to be expected from such a loss. He did not, however, know just to what extent Garret's depression stretched.

Approaching his friend, Pyre could see the emptiness of his eyes. "Hey," he said, awkwardly, realizing this may not be the best time.

While Pyre was suffering as well, he had more experience with death and could hide his emotions, well. Though he didn't exactly appear happy-go-lucky and overjoyed at the moment, he looked nowhere near as poor as the Son of Poseidon.

Max was a very important part of Pyre's life - one of his closest friends - and with her death brought with it the realization he couldn't escape death. He was a demigod, surrounded by other demigods. There was bound to be a death every now and then - it was unavoidable. If there was somewhere a person could escape such dangers, it was unknown to him. Otherwise, he'd be there, now, with everyone he held dear.

Unfortunately, such a place did not exist, so he was stuck here, where death was certain and the only question was when.

(Sorry it's so short. I'm a bit tired and worn out.)