You know the feeling when you got stabbed in the heart and the guy who did it is standing there laughing at you as you slowly lose your life?
Well, maybe it wasn't exactly like that, but it was pretty fucking close. Bullshit. Absolute bullshit. All I had agreed to do was to lead Percy and the other demigods out to the House of Hades, so they can keep the dead monsters, dead. But no, we just had to run into Cupid and forced me to utter out my biggest secret. In front of Jason, too. Ugh, at least it wasn't with Percy but – ugh. FUCK. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
No use. No amount of swearing is going to calm my nerves. Cupid is just standing there. Gods, how I wanted to pick up a sword and just stab his fucking eyes out, maybe use his bow to strangle him. He's a god, which means he wouldn't die, which means he's going to be strangled for a long time. A good few bashes on a pillar with that stupid face of his might be nice, too. A few slashes on his chest with the bluntest weapon in existence, leaving some memorable marks on him and pulling out his blood and watching it drip down the blade in grim satisfaction…
Ahem. Looks like that shithead's disappeared. Coward. And there's that staff that we were looking for. Kneeling down and picking it up, I look at Jason, daring him to say something. "If the others found out-"
"If they found out," he replies, "you'd have that many more people to back you up, and to unleash the fury of the gods on anybody who gives you trouble." Bah, right. As if that'd really be what they'd do if they found out I'm gay, and with Percy nonetheless. Still, that'd give me a good reason to throw them off the airship and watch their skull split open, spilling their brains out on the land below.
So, Percy's managed to get out of Tartarus alive. Good. Unfortunately, Annabeth made it with him. Not good. I was hoping she'd died. Then maybe I could finally have Percy to myself. Maybe she'd "accidentally" get a Stygian sword in her chest. I could certainly arrange for that to happen. But if I did, what would Percy think anyway? Probably just mope about her death, maybe even go begging to Hades and see if he can bring her soul back.
I bet Hades would give Percy the challenge Orpheus did. Don't look backwards on your way out of the Underworld, he'd say. And Percy would think, this is going to be easy. Well, it won't be, because I'd be standing there, turn him around so he looks back, and kiss him right there and then, in front of Annabeth's soul, so it'd be the last thing she sees before she disintegrates into dust. I certainly cherish the thought.
Oh well, at least I'm moving this statue back to camp. Hopefully it would keep me from seeing Percy again. Shit. He's coming. Did I say any of that out loud? Don't think so. He's going to get punched in the face if he heard that.
"Thank you." I whip around, and there he is, standing there. Thank you, what for? Punching him? I didn't even do that yet. "You promised to lead the others to the House of Hades. You did it." As if he read my thoughts, he replies. He better not have actually read my thoughts, though. Otherwise he'll be getting a few punches in the face, for sure.
"You got me out of that bronze jar in Rome. Saved my life yet again. It was the least I could do." I reply casually. Of course, that wasn't the real reason. What better way to keep an eye on him, make sure he's safe than to go with him on this quest? "Also, you visited Bob." Percy goes on about his trip in Tartarus, but I'm not really paying attention. Trying to keep my eyes off of him. Why does he have to look so damn good all the time? He's practically asking me to fuck him.
"You probably saved our lives by being nice to him." Sure, whatever. I got bored so I chatted with Bob. Good to know it saved his life. "Yeah, well, not giving people a second thought…that can be dangerous." I look at him in the eyes, willing him to get the actual context. Give me a second thought. Come on, you shithead, get that idea through that thick skull of yours.
"Dude, I'm trying to say thank you." AGH. You. Little. Shit! I feel like pummeling him to the ground and crushing his limbs to pieces. Instead I wave him away and continue preparing the statue for travel. One day, Percy. One day. I'm going to fuck your brains out, whether you like it or not.