Am I Wrong? - a Justice League Unlimited fanfic
Fandom/Continuity: Justice League & Justice League Unlimited, DC Animated Universe
Characters: Kator Hol/Carter Hall/Hawkman, Chay-Ara Hol/Shayera Hol/Hawkgirl, Bashari/John Stewart/Green Lantern
Pairing: Carter Hall/Shayera Hol/John Stewart or Kator Hol/Chay-Ara Hol/Bashari
Summary: Kator Hol's life crumbled right before his very eyes. His wife and his best friend were caught up in an extramarital love affair. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to see them dead.
Notes: Set in Ancient Egypt, and set in the story told in "Ancient History."
This is a brief short of what must've been going through Kator Hol's head as he sees his own wife kissing his own best friend.
This is a rough draft of a short story. Constructive criticism would be appreciated, thanks.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. They are the property of their respective owners - Warner Bros. and DC Comics
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It was all Kator Hol could ask himself at that point. The sight he saw before him that early evening in the private garden below… was too much for him to bear. To be told about this by his high priest Hath-Set was one thing. It was another thing to actually see unfold before his very eyes.
He could barely keep it together as his hands clutched the rung of the balcony from where he stood. It was like having the serrated edges of a blade held against his throat. The pain would not leave him, no matter how hard he tried to hold it back.
He could never view Bashari the same way anymore. How could he have been so blind to not see this, to see how his own best friend's eye look towards his spouse? If he knew then what he knew now, he would've been far more assertive and protective of his wife.
More significant, he knew he could never see his wife Chay-Ara the same way. Not the same way he did when they were still younger long before they landed in the River Nile in Egypt. Not when she only had eyes for him and vice versa.
Yes, she wanted a child and wanted their bloodline to continue, that much he knew. But never in his wildest dreams did he think she would do something like this.
All I wanted was to help bring peace and stability to these human beings, to this world. To teach these humans how to live in perfect harmony with each other. Am I so wrong in wanting that that I neglected to see my own wife was lonely?
Was I so ambitious in my duty to these people who view us as godlike that she wanted my attention?
Am I so wrong in wanting to help these savages learn and see our way of living that I failed to give my wife what she really desires at this point?
These questions wouldn't stop spinning in his head. If he were honest with himself, he would say that the one to blame was himself. He should've seen it.
Now, as he stood staring down at his wife's betrayal, standing by as his closest friend pulled her closer to him in their passionate embrace, his brow furrowed as each hunger filled kiss they shared felt like a cutting dart, the poison-laced tip piercing his chest.
The injustice was the ultimate cruelty for him. And there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.
His hands crushed the railing of the balcony, his eyes looked downward. He could no longer bear to see his best friend's betrayal and his wife's infidelity.
"I wish they were dead," he said in a low tone under his breath.
As he turned and walked away, little did he know that an extra pair of ears had listened to his request.
