I could feel a slow burning that spread throughout my body. It was like being pricked by a thousand hot needles over and over. The cold Manhattan wind was doing nothing to cool it down and it was becoming unbearable. We were coming upon the Plaza at speeds that would make my mother faint.

Will and I stopped in front of the plaza before hopping off. The statue at the top of the fountain called down, "Oh, fine. I suppose you want me to watch your bike too!"

At the moment I couldn't give a shit about this statue and in a rush walked off, a string of Latin curses and metal fruit flying behind me. In the plaza were a bunch of unconscious rich people and although it was an impressive place I didn't have the time to admire it, soon walking towards a couple of hunters who gave us directions to the elevators.

Every step I took faltered slightly, my breathing was becoming a little harder but I kept going until Jake Mason came and clapped my shoulder nearly making me lose my balance.

"Percy, we're getting-," He started before he noticed my current state. "You okay, Perce?"

"Later," I said. " Where's Annabeth?"

"The terrace. She's alive, man, but..."

I didn't let him finish as I continued my personal quest of getting to her. The Terrace had a great view that deserved admiration but I had none to give at the moment. In A lounge chair, her face pale and beaded with sweat lay Annabeth. As I moved closer I could feel myself becoming stronger and the prickles lessened.

Will got to Annabeth and unwrapped her bandages showing green puss around a deep gash that made me nauseous. I watched as every breath sent a shudder through her body and could feel my breathing speed up to match it. Her eyes were closed and I could tell she was in immense pain, the prickles from earlier returned in full force nearly bringing me to my knees with their intensity.

"Will she be okay?" I questioned Will my hope still there.

"I-if we had been... I'll tell you in private, ok?" He said before looking pointedly at Selina, who went to clear the others from the terrace. "Percy, she, we were too late, the poison spread too far and has reached her organs."

I refused to believe him at first but the look in his eyes told me it was true. My wise girl would die, because of a knife meant for me. I had to wonder if our first prophecy ever did end or if the fates had ever decreed that we succeeded. I didn't know how to react, the closest I've been to this situation was when Zoe died, but this hurt so much more.

"Are you sure? Isn't there some way to keep her alive, at least until Apollo comes?," I choked out my throat constricting.

"No, there isn't, if dad were here we could try but I can't, I'm sorry," Will said looking away from me. I turned towards my wise girl, her face pale and yet still as beautiful as ever. Memories filtered over my vision, the first time we fought together to beat Medusa, her help against the Laestrygonians, the battle against Polyphemus, our mutual holding of the titan's curse, Her kiss good luck during the labyrinth. Finally, her protecting me from Ethan and his dagger. I felt a cold sensation and gnawing urge at his name.

"What can we do then?" I asked never taking my eyes off Annabeth. Her eyelids fluttered slightly but didn't open leading me to believe she was having a dream.

"We can keep her alive for as long as possible but she'll be in pain and there isn't a high likelihood of her surviving," Will said, his voice professional in every way. I nodded giving no other form of response after all my throat was too constricted to breathe easily let alone talk, my eyes filled with tears as I gazed at my wise girl.

"Don't waste.. your stuff... on me," Annabeth mumbled trying to open her eyes fully. Will walked up to her a piece of ambrosia and some morphine in hand, offering it to her which she refused. Instead, she began reaching into her pocket and pulling out her dagger before offering it to me.

"It hurts...so bad," she whispered tears trailing down her cheeks. I grabbed the dagger, my hand burning as I held it, but it was relieving to feel anything other than the pain my heart and the prickling of my skin. I shook my head, I could never hurt her, never. "Please, for..me."

I looked to Will with tears staining my vision, he nodded then looked away. My vision was slowly blackening as I brought the dagger down towards her chest, the burning becoming unbearable, the prickling hitting my lungs, and my stomach turning over itself. I positioned it so that it would pass through the heart and aorta artery in one blow. As fast as I could I stabbed till the hilt hit the skin and pulled back just as fast. I watched as she smiled at me one last time her eyes narrowed to hold back the pain. Then as her eyes closed my heart, lungs and skin caught fire, the small of my back crushed and my mind shattered as I fell to the ground unconscious.

In a room, a Titan was reborn as his container burned to ashes. He rose standing at 10 feet with cruel gold eyes.

My entire body hurt, worse than the sky, worse than even the Styx. But that didn't matter, because she was dead, my wise girl, dead by my hands and her dagger. The dagger that still burnt my hand even while it was nowhere near. Luke, Bianca, Zoe, Dadaeleus, Charles and now even Annabeth dead or gone due to me. They were all truly my fault.