The Greatest Dishonour
Title: The Greatest Dishonour
Rating: PG-13
Character: Brendan Murphy (OC from Sins-Verse)
Warnings: Mentions of violence/murder
Word Count: @400
Author's Notes: Written for SPEW October Drabble Challenge. What is left when honor is lost?.
He walked slowly down the black corridor, shuddering in disgust at the grime on the stone walls and shaking with the shock of despair that overcame him as the prison guards guided him to the last home he would ever inhabit - a tiny, dark, filthy cell that would house him until his eventual demise.
He accidentally brushed the black garment of one of his guards, and a scream of a memory flashed through his thoughts - shouts of terror and tearful pleas of mercy, followed by two pairs of eyes, both sets wide with the suddenness of death.
He felt a painful, angry urge to weep. But he suppressed it as he was led into his cell. He sat on the cold stone 'bed' and watched apathetically as the iron bars slammed shut and glowed deep red with the enchantment of imprisonment.
It had been an impulse. They had insulted his honour, and the only way to retain it had been to destroy them, to extinguish the flames of their passion with the unforgiving punishment of death. The truth was, however, that there was no saving his honour. There was nothing honourable about incarceration, nothing honourable in living out one's life in the shadows of prison, slowly spiralling into the madness of despair.
Why can't they just kill me now? he thought, angrily. There was nothing left for him. This punishment was nothing more than humiliation. Prolonged torture. All his comforts and joys taken away from him, while people whispered about the scandal that had destroyed such an upstanding family. And the horrible knowledge that it was he that had done himself the greatest dishonour of all.
He thought of the two people who he may still have found joy in, had he made a better decision, and who he predicted would never want anything to do with him, once they grew up and understood what he had done. The two people he should have spent more time with, the two people that really mattered.
He could smell the grass in their red hair, and hear the gaiety of their childish giggles as they ran about the castle. He thought of his children - the two people he might have had left, with his honour stolen, and how he had sacrificed them, too.
He thought of Siobhan and Liam and, in the darkness of his cell, he wept for them.
Rating: PG-13
Character: Brendan Murphy (OC from Sins-Verse)
Warnings: Mentions of violence/murder
Word Count: @400
Author's Notes: Written for SPEW October Drabble Challenge. What is left when honor is lost?.
He walked slowly down the black corridor, shuddering in disgust at the grime on the stone walls and shaking with the shock of despair that overcame him as the prison guards guided him to the last home he would ever inhabit - a tiny, dark, filthy cell that would house him until his eventual demise.
He accidentally brushed the black garment of one of his guards, and a scream of a memory flashed through his thoughts - shouts of terror and tearful pleas of mercy, followed by two pairs of eyes, both sets wide with the suddenness of death.
He felt a painful, angry urge to weep. But he suppressed it as he was led into his cell. He sat on the cold stone 'bed' and watched apathetically as the iron bars slammed shut and glowed deep red with the enchantment of imprisonment.
It had been an impulse. They had insulted his honour, and the only way to retain it had been to destroy them, to extinguish the flames of their passion with the unforgiving punishment of death. The truth was, however, that there was no saving his honour. There was nothing honourable about incarceration, nothing honourable in living out one's life in the shadows of prison, slowly spiralling into the madness of despair.
Why can't they just kill me now? he thought, angrily. There was nothing left for him. This punishment was nothing more than humiliation. Prolonged torture. All his comforts and joys taken away from him, while people whispered about the scandal that had destroyed such an upstanding family. And the horrible knowledge that it was he that had done himself the greatest dishonour of all.
He thought of the two people who he may still have found joy in, had he made a better decision, and who he predicted would never want anything to do with him, once they grew up and understood what he had done. The two people he should have spent more time with, the two people that really mattered.
He could smell the grass in their red hair, and hear the gaiety of their childish giggles as they ran about the castle. He thought of his children - the two people he might have had left, with his honour stolen, and how he had sacrificed them, too.
He thought of Siobhan and Liam and, in the darkness of his cell, he wept for them.