Author's Note: Ah, so I have 80 hits on my story, two chapters, and not one review. That's okay! Just knowing I have 80 hits on my story is enough to make me keep writing. Plus, I have no idea where I'm going with it – I just know it won't be a carbon copy of the movie completely – so I want to see what happens, too! If you're not sure who's who… check past chapters for name lists.
"I'm sure you all have noticed that in our company is Helen. And I'm very aware that you all know that this woman was our sworn enemy up until recently, and you knew that she was the First Lady of the Spartan gang… but times have changed, my friends," Hectors voice boomed throughout the abandoned warehouse that had hardly any visible signs of civilization inside except for the metal folding chairs scattered about with men and women alike seated beside one another. All the people looked around at one another in confusion, awaiting their fearless leader to continue. Hector shook his head. "The rest is not for me to tell you, of course." Hector took his seat in front of the group next to the First Lady of the Trojan gang, Andrea.
Paris stood up and cleared his throat as he looked upon the people he considered his family since he and his brother were left orphaned at young ages. It started out as a small group of boys just trying to get by on the streets, and escalated into violence, drugs, and illegal activities. But this is what Paris and Hector knew all their lives. They'd grown up with this, and were in far too deep to be able to get out.
"I don't know where to start, nor do I want to bore you with the long story – so short and bitter sweet, I'll tell you. Helen of the Spartan's is… well, with child. No, it's not Marcus' child either. It's mine."
A gasp arose from the group as they all mumbled to themselves. Paris sat back down next to Helen and rested his hand gently upon her thigh. He hung his head as his brother continued.
"We've had problems with the Spartans for as long as I can remember. They've always tried to one-up us, and take what is rightfully ours. Now that we've got Helen, they're going to use this as a way to come at us. They've had no reason to before, but they will see this as the perfect opportunity to destroy us. Now, don't be mad at Paris, he's already had to deal with that enough from me. This was inevitable; we all knew it was coming eventually. It's just too bad it had to happen over such a thing," Hector grumbled as everyone nodded and several smaller conversations broke out.
"We have been disrespected!" Andrew screamed when finally every member of the Spartan gang was assembled in their meeting place. It was a dark, stuffy basement somewhere in the middle of a deserted area. Several hanging light fixtures were cracked and half falling off of the ceiling. "Those disrespectful little bastards wronged us in one of the biggest ways possible!"
"They took Helen. My Helen! And those bastards took her!" Marcus screamed as he slammed his fist on the table in front of him, breaking it in half completely.
All the men in the room started screaming random things, and jeering.
"Let's kill them all!"
"Burn down their houses!"
"Cut them bitches!"
"Fuck their women!"
"Enough," Achilles said as he stood up and faced the unruly crowd. With one word, he'd silenced even the biggest men of the room. "Don't act rashly, boys. There are several ways we can go about this…"
"What do you expect us to do? Go talk it out?" Andrew grumbled.
"Shut it, Andrew," Achilles laughed.
"You know what, Achilles. I'm getting rather sick of your shit. Just because everyone thinks you're almighty, and you've killed men with your bare hands to get your nickname, doesn't mean you can come in here like you own somethin," Andrew said as he stepped towards Achilles.
"Is that so? Fine, handle this on your own," Achilles laughed, shaking his head as he sauntered up the stairs from the basement. "I'm sure the Trojans would appreciate my help," Achilles called as he slammed the door.
"Now you've done it," Marcus whispered to Andrew as everyone just gawked and shook their hands in silence.
Achilles sauntered haughtily to his parked car down the corner of a dark alley. "Who the fuck does that ass wipe think he is?" Achilles grumbled to himself as he raced off. 'I can't believe that fucking prick talked to me like that. Is he stupid? I'm fucking ACHILLES. No one can beat me. It's my destiny to be the biggest, baddest mother fucker in the world.' He thought to himself as he sped through another dark alley.
He was startled by a scream as he paid attention to the road and saw a dark haired woman jumping out of the way of his speeding car. He slammed on the breaks and raced out to find the woman lying unconscious, half on the sidewalk and half in the street. Achilles checked her over, noticing hardly a scratch on her tiny frame. 'She must've got scared and fainted,' he said with a slight laugh. He scooped her up into her arms, noticing the way the moonlight shone on her face… capturing an innocent beauty about this girl. He quickly shook the thought out of his mind, knowing he'd never thought anything remotely nice about a woman unless it was his mother before. He placed her gently in the backseat of his car and drove, calmly, back to his house.