Post by Caroline Miller on Sept 21, 2011 23:04:20 GMT -5
[Hehe, so I was bored in class, and I wanted to write a story, and I felt like making someone die[xD don't ask]. So my friend who was in that class(Blackie on here) suggested that I make Annabeth kill Percy. So here it is. Though it might be a bit sappy at the end...Meh, whatever.]
His sea-green eyes were wide open. Percy couldn't sleep. He realized that as soon as he had plopped down onto his soft mattress. So there he lay, in his bed in the Poseidon cabin, the seconds of his life ticking away, like it has been eternally. He tried to make out pictures from the texture of the ceiling. He tried counting sheep, but soon thought that it was quite stupid, and blinked in defeat. Not even the comforting lull of his warm sheets made him the least bit drowsy. Sighing, he sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. He couldn't sleep. He wasn't tired. For some reason, he felt refreshed. It was like it was the way it was meant to be. He was feeling anticipation for some strange reason. His heart raced. He had a feeling that something was going to happen tonight. He would always remember tonight.
Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, smoothly sliding off, he yawned, just for the heck of it. Grabbing a pair of ratty, old jeans and his thin, worn out, orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt, he slipped the jeans on, then pulled the shirt down over his bare torso. The son of Poseidon reached under his pillow and pulled out a golden ballpoint pen, slipping it into his front pockets of his jeans. Then, sliding a pair of sneakers on, he got up and walked to the window. A boy with sea-green eyes and messy black hair smiled back at him. Leaning closer, he could see the other cabins, dark and silent. Everyone else was asleep. Glancing back over his shoulder, he saw that the digital alarm clock on his bedside table flashed 11:57 in glowing red numbers. Almost midnight.
Percy pushed open the Poseidon cabin door. It sprang open easily with a slight creak, but was otherwise silent. Percy didn't care either way; he was the only one in the Poseidon cabin ever since Tyson returned to the forges, and he was sure that all the other campers were asleep. And the Harpies were gone. Where they were now, Percy didn't know, but hoped that they weren't in camp. At least not tonight. Not right now.
A gale of cold wind hit his face as he opened the door. The howling cold wind cut at his bare, exposed skin on his arms and face, like a wolf. Percy ignored the cold, and stepped out of his cabin. The cold air was already starting to invade his once-cozy cabin, so he shut the door behind him. After walking around absentmindedly for a few moments, he finally started to regret not wearing a jacket or something. But he didn't feel like going back to his cabin, for some reason. He followed the yearning inside of him to the forest...and the wind seemingly dropped a few degrees...
As he made his way deeper into the dark tangle of trees, he had the slightly uneasy feeling that someone-or something- was watching him, following him. He occasionally caught the glimpse of a dark shadow gliding among the trees. Occasionally, the shadow fell where the moonlight spilled, and Percy could make out the outline of a person. At least it hadn't been a monster...or so he hoped. Some monsters appeared human at first. Either way, he had a stalker. The thought sent a shiver up his neck, and he cautiously reached into his pocket, feeling the familiar and comforting feel of Riptide. Percy still didn't know why he was here. But the feeling that had been leading him here-and still leading him on- had been so strange. So nonchalant, but that had made him want to listen more.
After half an hour had passed, or so it had seemed like to Percy, he began to lose some of his confidence, feeling less certain about why he was here. For all he know, the urging could get him killed. Oh, the irony.
As he stepped over a gnarled tree root, there was movement in front of him. His head snapped up immediately, his eyes sharp and focused. Something had moved... Before he could call out, 'Who's there?' or 'Come out,' the origin of the sound stepped out silently from behind the tree a few feet away from him.
Percy nearly sighed in relief as he smiled. It was Annabeth. He couldn't help but notice the way the moonlight shone on her light blonde hair. Her curls were tied back in a high ponytail. Her knife was out; Annabeth held it tightly in her hand. A shadow fell over her perfect face. And he suddenly realized what the feeling could have been. Perhaps it had been a message from the Fates, a sign that they belonged together? But she had never said anything...and Percy realized that he had never told Annabeth that he loved her. Now seemed like a good time to tell her like any. She stepped closer to him, and her beautiful silver eyes shone under the pale glowing light of the moon.
"Annabeth..." Percy murmured, "I...I-" His sea-green eyes snapped to attention as he saw the moonlight reflected off her blade, which was a blur. He could barely register what was going on, and when he finally realized, it was impossible to dodge. He dove to the side as her blade swung at him. Annabeth's knife caught his shoulder, and the jagged metal tore open a cut on his t-shirt and cut a jagged wound on Percy's shoulder. Blood welled up in the scratch.
He whirled around on his heels to face Annabeth, his eyes bewildered. Hs shoulder stung. A flood of emotions were spinning inside of him, mostly hurt and confusion. What...what was she doing? Had she...had Annabeth mistaken him for someone else? When he spoke, his voice was soft and confused. "Annabeth, it-it's me, Percy..."
Annabeth smirked. As she stepped closer, her eyes glinted, cold as steel. And that was when Percy noticed the knife she was holding. It was not the knife Luke had given her. One side of the blade was golden, the normal color of a demigod's weapon. The other side was steel.
Then Annabeth swung at him again. This time, he was more prepared and stepped back, nearly stumbling over his own feet in the process. Her blade missed his chest by only a couple of millimeters. Percy stared at her in shock.
"Wh-what..?" Percy's head spun, not understanding. Why...why was Annabeth acting this way? So strange. It was like she was trying to kill him... It hurt for her to hate him in that way. Then he understood. But he wished he hadn't. "No..." It felt like his world was falling apart, gravity not holding him down to reality. "It couldn't be..." But it was. The pieces fell together. It made sense. Her demigod and mortal killing weapon. He had only seen such a weapon once before; Luke. His legs felt shaking, and he suddenly felt sick at the thought. No... But it was the only logical explanation: Annabeth had joined Kronos.
"You...you..." Percy couldn't even get the words out. He was too busy staring at her.
"I've joined Kronos," Annabeth answered for him, her voice cold and smooth, like a snake's movements before it struck. It hurt to hear her voice.
Percy swallowed, before saying, "Why-" She didn't give him a chance to finish.
Her movements were expected, but Percy was hoping that it wouldn't happen. She lashed out again, and Percy jumped back, avoiding her blade. But Annabeth didn't give him time to take a breath. Right after, she jabbed at his stomach mercilessly, her eyes hard. Percy tried to jump to the side, but he was too late. He didn't know why he was so slow tonight. Perhaps it was hesitation from seeing Annabeth's face every time. Or maybe she had gotten faster.
Her knife sank into his stomach up to it's hilt, and Percy felt the point of her blade poke out of his side. It had missed some major organs, but it still could be fatal. The pain was almost unbearable, like fire exploding inside of him. Percy let out a small gasp as Annabeth pulled her knife back out of him roughly, tearing his flesh more. Blood trickled down from the gaping wound, collecting on a small crimson pool on the ground. Annabeth kicked him, and knocked him over onto his side.
Percy gritted his teeth, one hand trying to stop the rapid flow of blood, and the other propping him up to look up at Annabeth, the girl he loved. Her eyes were ever-unchanging as she glared down at him. Percy's green eyes were wide with hurt and astonishment. "Why...why did you join Kronos?" Talking hurt so badly, but Percy didn't care. He needed to know. Perhaps he could somehow convince her back to the camps?
Annabeth's eyes blazed stormy gray as she spat out, "You know why."
Percy was shocked. He had no idea what she was talking about. Why would he know why? "I...I don't know..." Again, he winced at the sharp pain.
Her steel cold eyes softened just a bit as she realized that he really didn't know, but hardened again almost as soon as it had happened. Despite the situation,
Percy couldn't help but feel a it irritated. Obviously, he didn't know. Annabeth's voice was hard as she said a single word, "Rachel."
Whaaat? Percy blinked in confusion. What about Rachel? Images of the red-haired mortal popped up into his mind. Despite basically bleeding his life out, he had to smile at all the fun they had. Rachel was the only way he could get away from all this tension of behind a demigod. Things between them were loose and friendly, not complicated... His smile faded as he remembered the last time he had seen her. The kiss. It had been totally unexpected. It was bad enough that Blackjack had seen it, but Beckendorf..? Wait...the kiss! Percy blinked with understanding. That was why Annabeth was so pissed. Because Rachel had kissed him? How did she even know? It didn't matter. Apparently, it was so important to her that she had joined Kronos for it. She might as well have committed suicide. Annabeth was jealous. Jealous of Rachel. But didn't she know how he felt? That he only noticed... He still hadn't told her yet. Maybe that could set things right between them?
Percy croaked, "Annabeth, I..."
Annabeth's eyes blazed with anger as she hissed, "Shut up!"
Her blade caught Percy's cheek, and it sent blood spraying into the air, dotting the dirt ground with specks of the liquid. Percy winced at her sudden attack, but didn't object. He tried again, "I..."
"No!" Annabeth yelled, "I don't want to listen to you!"
Her blade cut deeply into Percy's leg, causing him to cry out, holding back tears. She was actually trying to kill him. She dragged her knife through his flesh painfully slowly, before lifting her weapon. The blade was entirely coated with Percy's blood. Annabeth's eyes were crazed and dark.
"Annabeth..."
She stabbed her knife lastly into his chest. "What?!" Her voice was slightly hysterical as she answered. "What is it? What do you have to tell me?" Annabeth knelt down next to him.
She was crazy, Percy realized. But there was still a trace of the Annabeth he loved in there. "I...I love you."
Annabeth froze. Then, like she hadn't heard, she whispered, "What?"
"The...the thing with Rachel...I didn't...she kissed me..." His breath was irregular, and the flow of blood running from his stomach was slowing. "I...I don't love her, Annabeth...I love you..."
Annabeth stared down at him, unmoving. Percy's fingers reached up and touched her face lightly. The simple action was painful, but he smiled through the pain.
Then she grabbed Percy's hand and started crying as she realized what she had done. She had killed him. He was going to die in front of her. And it was all her fault. She hugely regretted not giving him a chance to tell her sooner...it wouldn't have ended this way... But it was too late to regret now.
Tears ran down her cheeks, leaving trails down her face. "Percy, I love you too." She would have said more, but Percy stopped her.
"Shh...don't cry..."
That just made her cry harder. She blinked open her teary eyes to see the light slowly fade from Percy's sea-green eyes...
[What do you think? And before you ask, I'm 11, lol. And cut me some slack cuz I just finished it and it's midnight over here...]
His sea-green eyes were wide open. Percy couldn't sleep. He realized that as soon as he had plopped down onto his soft mattress. So there he lay, in his bed in the Poseidon cabin, the seconds of his life ticking away, like it has been eternally. He tried to make out pictures from the texture of the ceiling. He tried counting sheep, but soon thought that it was quite stupid, and blinked in defeat. Not even the comforting lull of his warm sheets made him the least bit drowsy. Sighing, he sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. He couldn't sleep. He wasn't tired. For some reason, he felt refreshed. It was like it was the way it was meant to be. He was feeling anticipation for some strange reason. His heart raced. He had a feeling that something was going to happen tonight. He would always remember tonight.
Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, smoothly sliding off, he yawned, just for the heck of it. Grabbing a pair of ratty, old jeans and his thin, worn out, orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt, he slipped the jeans on, then pulled the shirt down over his bare torso. The son of Poseidon reached under his pillow and pulled out a golden ballpoint pen, slipping it into his front pockets of his jeans. Then, sliding a pair of sneakers on, he got up and walked to the window. A boy with sea-green eyes and messy black hair smiled back at him. Leaning closer, he could see the other cabins, dark and silent. Everyone else was asleep. Glancing back over his shoulder, he saw that the digital alarm clock on his bedside table flashed 11:57 in glowing red numbers. Almost midnight.
Percy pushed open the Poseidon cabin door. It sprang open easily with a slight creak, but was otherwise silent. Percy didn't care either way; he was the only one in the Poseidon cabin ever since Tyson returned to the forges, and he was sure that all the other campers were asleep. And the Harpies were gone. Where they were now, Percy didn't know, but hoped that they weren't in camp. At least not tonight. Not right now.
A gale of cold wind hit his face as he opened the door. The howling cold wind cut at his bare, exposed skin on his arms and face, like a wolf. Percy ignored the cold, and stepped out of his cabin. The cold air was already starting to invade his once-cozy cabin, so he shut the door behind him. After walking around absentmindedly for a few moments, he finally started to regret not wearing a jacket or something. But he didn't feel like going back to his cabin, for some reason. He followed the yearning inside of him to the forest...and the wind seemingly dropped a few degrees...
***
As he made his way deeper into the dark tangle of trees, he had the slightly uneasy feeling that someone-or something- was watching him, following him. He occasionally caught the glimpse of a dark shadow gliding among the trees. Occasionally, the shadow fell where the moonlight spilled, and Percy could make out the outline of a person. At least it hadn't been a monster...or so he hoped. Some monsters appeared human at first. Either way, he had a stalker. The thought sent a shiver up his neck, and he cautiously reached into his pocket, feeling the familiar and comforting feel of Riptide. Percy still didn't know why he was here. But the feeling that had been leading him here-and still leading him on- had been so strange. So nonchalant, but that had made him want to listen more.
***
After half an hour had passed, or so it had seemed like to Percy, he began to lose some of his confidence, feeling less certain about why he was here. For all he know, the urging could get him killed. Oh, the irony.
As he stepped over a gnarled tree root, there was movement in front of him. His head snapped up immediately, his eyes sharp and focused. Something had moved... Before he could call out, 'Who's there?' or 'Come out,' the origin of the sound stepped out silently from behind the tree a few feet away from him.
Percy nearly sighed in relief as he smiled. It was Annabeth. He couldn't help but notice the way the moonlight shone on her light blonde hair. Her curls were tied back in a high ponytail. Her knife was out; Annabeth held it tightly in her hand. A shadow fell over her perfect face. And he suddenly realized what the feeling could have been. Perhaps it had been a message from the Fates, a sign that they belonged together? But she had never said anything...and Percy realized that he had never told Annabeth that he loved her. Now seemed like a good time to tell her like any. She stepped closer to him, and her beautiful silver eyes shone under the pale glowing light of the moon.
"Annabeth..." Percy murmured, "I...I-" His sea-green eyes snapped to attention as he saw the moonlight reflected off her blade, which was a blur. He could barely register what was going on, and when he finally realized, it was impossible to dodge. He dove to the side as her blade swung at him. Annabeth's knife caught his shoulder, and the jagged metal tore open a cut on his t-shirt and cut a jagged wound on Percy's shoulder. Blood welled up in the scratch.
He whirled around on his heels to face Annabeth, his eyes bewildered. Hs shoulder stung. A flood of emotions were spinning inside of him, mostly hurt and confusion. What...what was she doing? Had she...had Annabeth mistaken him for someone else? When he spoke, his voice was soft and confused. "Annabeth, it-it's me, Percy..."
Annabeth smirked. As she stepped closer, her eyes glinted, cold as steel. And that was when Percy noticed the knife she was holding. It was not the knife Luke had given her. One side of the blade was golden, the normal color of a demigod's weapon. The other side was steel.
Then Annabeth swung at him again. This time, he was more prepared and stepped back, nearly stumbling over his own feet in the process. Her blade missed his chest by only a couple of millimeters. Percy stared at her in shock.
"Wh-what..?" Percy's head spun, not understanding. Why...why was Annabeth acting this way? So strange. It was like she was trying to kill him... It hurt for her to hate him in that way. Then he understood. But he wished he hadn't. "No..." It felt like his world was falling apart, gravity not holding him down to reality. "It couldn't be..." But it was. The pieces fell together. It made sense. Her demigod and mortal killing weapon. He had only seen such a weapon once before; Luke. His legs felt shaking, and he suddenly felt sick at the thought. No... But it was the only logical explanation: Annabeth had joined Kronos.
"You...you..." Percy couldn't even get the words out. He was too busy staring at her.
"I've joined Kronos," Annabeth answered for him, her voice cold and smooth, like a snake's movements before it struck. It hurt to hear her voice.
Percy swallowed, before saying, "Why-" She didn't give him a chance to finish.
Her movements were expected, but Percy was hoping that it wouldn't happen. She lashed out again, and Percy jumped back, avoiding her blade. But Annabeth didn't give him time to take a breath. Right after, she jabbed at his stomach mercilessly, her eyes hard. Percy tried to jump to the side, but he was too late. He didn't know why he was so slow tonight. Perhaps it was hesitation from seeing Annabeth's face every time. Or maybe she had gotten faster.
Her knife sank into his stomach up to it's hilt, and Percy felt the point of her blade poke out of his side. It had missed some major organs, but it still could be fatal. The pain was almost unbearable, like fire exploding inside of him. Percy let out a small gasp as Annabeth pulled her knife back out of him roughly, tearing his flesh more. Blood trickled down from the gaping wound, collecting on a small crimson pool on the ground. Annabeth kicked him, and knocked him over onto his side.
Percy gritted his teeth, one hand trying to stop the rapid flow of blood, and the other propping him up to look up at Annabeth, the girl he loved. Her eyes were ever-unchanging as she glared down at him. Percy's green eyes were wide with hurt and astonishment. "Why...why did you join Kronos?" Talking hurt so badly, but Percy didn't care. He needed to know. Perhaps he could somehow convince her back to the camps?
Annabeth's eyes blazed stormy gray as she spat out, "You know why."
Percy was shocked. He had no idea what she was talking about. Why would he know why? "I...I don't know..." Again, he winced at the sharp pain.
Her steel cold eyes softened just a bit as she realized that he really didn't know, but hardened again almost as soon as it had happened. Despite the situation,
Percy couldn't help but feel a it irritated. Obviously, he didn't know. Annabeth's voice was hard as she said a single word, "Rachel."
Whaaat? Percy blinked in confusion. What about Rachel? Images of the red-haired mortal popped up into his mind. Despite basically bleeding his life out, he had to smile at all the fun they had. Rachel was the only way he could get away from all this tension of behind a demigod. Things between them were loose and friendly, not complicated... His smile faded as he remembered the last time he had seen her. The kiss. It had been totally unexpected. It was bad enough that Blackjack had seen it, but Beckendorf..? Wait...the kiss! Percy blinked with understanding. That was why Annabeth was so pissed. Because Rachel had kissed him? How did she even know? It didn't matter. Apparently, it was so important to her that she had joined Kronos for it. She might as well have committed suicide. Annabeth was jealous. Jealous of Rachel. But didn't she know how he felt? That he only noticed... He still hadn't told her yet. Maybe that could set things right between them?
Percy croaked, "Annabeth, I..."
Annabeth's eyes blazed with anger as she hissed, "Shut up!"
Her blade caught Percy's cheek, and it sent blood spraying into the air, dotting the dirt ground with specks of the liquid. Percy winced at her sudden attack, but didn't object. He tried again, "I..."
"No!" Annabeth yelled, "I don't want to listen to you!"
Her blade cut deeply into Percy's leg, causing him to cry out, holding back tears. She was actually trying to kill him. She dragged her knife through his flesh painfully slowly, before lifting her weapon. The blade was entirely coated with Percy's blood. Annabeth's eyes were crazed and dark.
"Annabeth..."
She stabbed her knife lastly into his chest. "What?!" Her voice was slightly hysterical as she answered. "What is it? What do you have to tell me?" Annabeth knelt down next to him.
She was crazy, Percy realized. But there was still a trace of the Annabeth he loved in there. "I...I love you."
Annabeth froze. Then, like she hadn't heard, she whispered, "What?"
"The...the thing with Rachel...I didn't...she kissed me..." His breath was irregular, and the flow of blood running from his stomach was slowing. "I...I don't love her, Annabeth...I love you..."
Annabeth stared down at him, unmoving. Percy's fingers reached up and touched her face lightly. The simple action was painful, but he smiled through the pain.
Then she grabbed Percy's hand and started crying as she realized what she had done. She had killed him. He was going to die in front of her. And it was all her fault. She hugely regretted not giving him a chance to tell her sooner...it wouldn't have ended this way... But it was too late to regret now.
Tears ran down her cheeks, leaving trails down her face. "Percy, I love you too." She would have said more, but Percy stopped her.
"Shh...don't cry..."
That just made her cry harder. She blinked open her teary eyes to see the light slowly fade from Percy's sea-green eyes...
[What do you think? And before you ask, I'm 11, lol. And cut me some slack cuz I just finished it and it's midnight over here...]
