Post by Libitina on May 21, 2006 20:53:08 GMT -5
Akchar and World Domination
A songfic by Libitina
He had done it. He, Akbar, had achieved world domination. It wasn't too difficult, really. Once he had taken Canada and enslaved all its citizens for his plot, seizing the rest of the world was a snap. King Akbar...It had a nice ring to it. That is, until he remembered the part of world domination that actually was difficult--watching his friends go down. Some of them died. Those Canadians fought hard, after all. He hadn't meant to kill them, he had meant to keep them safe; perhaps rule alongside them.
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone.
The friends who had not perished had abandoned him. Such hatred filled them. To think that one of their own could destroy them, and then dare to attempt to rule them. They had planned world domination together. It wasn't intended to be such a violent process. Akbar had somehow let it get out of hand. Certain things, he learned, weren't meant to be done alone. Certain things weren't meant to be done at all.
Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they sang about 'tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came.
He had planned to make one of them his queen. Queen Charlotte. How lovely she was in Akbar's mind. How charming, how brilliant. His plans were shattered when they killed Pandora. Akbar hadn't meant for those enslaved Canadians to kill anybody, really. It had just happened, and there was nothing he could do about it. With Pandora's death came Charlotte's eternal hatred. They had been best friends. Despite what many of the others had been planning, Char and Pandora had stayed away from world domination. Instead, they had talked about a variety of other things they planned to do together in adulthood. Their last topic of discussion before Pandora was killed was making a movie together about their time at 667. They always had interesting and different ideas, and that was why Akbar loved Char.
From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
I can hear them now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On the lonely barricade at dawn.
He didn't even know where she was, now. He didn't know where any of them were. Oh, what a hollow victory it was. The mansion where he now lived was utterly empty. There was no one left for him.
Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
That I live and you are gone.
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
He roamed the mansion. Their faces were everywhere. Dante, Ennui, Trish, Linda, PJ, Jemima, Songbird, Charlotte...Charlotte. He ran to her, but her image faded away into the shadows; slipped between his fingertips.
Phantom faces at the window.
Phantom shadows on the floor.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more.
Akbar longed for his friends, for his queen. The world was not worth it anymore, even if he ruled it. What had he been thinking? He ran to the kitchen and thrust open a drawer. There it was, the long butcher knife. This mansion had knives for every occasion, conveniently enough. The blade was cold against his chest...cold...cold...until he felt nothing.
Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sing no more.
Charlotte burst in the front door. "Akbar!" she called. Her voice echoed through the silent halls. "Akbar! I--" she stopped in her tracks as she came upon the kitchen. She gasped at the corpse lying on the ground, and the long, bloody knife beside it. "I forgive you," she whispered. She bent down to leave a kiss on his lifeless lips. She walked out the kitchen door, and took one last look at him. Frightening as it was, she could swear she saw him smiling.
Sorry for that. I couldn't resist. Also, it was my first songfic, so don't eat me too much. The song is "Empty Chairs at Empty Tables" from Les Miserables.
A songfic by Libitina
He had done it. He, Akbar, had achieved world domination. It wasn't too difficult, really. Once he had taken Canada and enslaved all its citizens for his plot, seizing the rest of the world was a snap. King Akbar...It had a nice ring to it. That is, until he remembered the part of world domination that actually was difficult--watching his friends go down. Some of them died. Those Canadians fought hard, after all. He hadn't meant to kill them, he had meant to keep them safe; perhaps rule alongside them.
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone.
The friends who had not perished had abandoned him. Such hatred filled them. To think that one of their own could destroy them, and then dare to attempt to rule them. They had planned world domination together. It wasn't intended to be such a violent process. Akbar had somehow let it get out of hand. Certain things, he learned, weren't meant to be done alone. Certain things weren't meant to be done at all.
Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they sang about 'tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came.
He had planned to make one of them his queen. Queen Charlotte. How lovely she was in Akbar's mind. How charming, how brilliant. His plans were shattered when they killed Pandora. Akbar hadn't meant for those enslaved Canadians to kill anybody, really. It had just happened, and there was nothing he could do about it. With Pandora's death came Charlotte's eternal hatred. They had been best friends. Despite what many of the others had been planning, Char and Pandora had stayed away from world domination. Instead, they had talked about a variety of other things they planned to do together in adulthood. Their last topic of discussion before Pandora was killed was making a movie together about their time at 667. They always had interesting and different ideas, and that was why Akbar loved Char.
From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
I can hear them now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On the lonely barricade at dawn.
He didn't even know where she was, now. He didn't know where any of them were. Oh, what a hollow victory it was. The mansion where he now lived was utterly empty. There was no one left for him.
Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
That I live and you are gone.
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
He roamed the mansion. Their faces were everywhere. Dante, Ennui, Trish, Linda, PJ, Jemima, Songbird, Charlotte...Charlotte. He ran to her, but her image faded away into the shadows; slipped between his fingertips.
Phantom faces at the window.
Phantom shadows on the floor.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more.
Akbar longed for his friends, for his queen. The world was not worth it anymore, even if he ruled it. What had he been thinking? He ran to the kitchen and thrust open a drawer. There it was, the long butcher knife. This mansion had knives for every occasion, conveniently enough. The blade was cold against his chest...cold...cold...until he felt nothing.
Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sing no more.
Charlotte burst in the front door. "Akbar!" she called. Her voice echoed through the silent halls. "Akbar! I--" she stopped in her tracks as she came upon the kitchen. She gasped at the corpse lying on the ground, and the long, bloody knife beside it. "I forgive you," she whispered. She bent down to leave a kiss on his lifeless lips. She walked out the kitchen door, and took one last look at him. Frightening as it was, she could swear she saw him smiling.
Sorry for that. I couldn't resist. Also, it was my first songfic, so don't eat me too much. The song is "Empty Chairs at Empty Tables" from Les Miserables.