A/N This story is DARK. It will have its share of blood and horror, and I'm starting it off with Percy being manipulated into killing his friends. You have been warned.

The two beings looked at one another. Both were ancient beings of immeasurable knowledge, who had seen the rise and fall of the Gaea, the titans, and the gods. They had been present when the fates first opened their eyes and when they had began their work. Moreover, they had seen wickedness in all its forms, from a woman kicking a starving child out of her path to a man who ran a company that destroyed the last refuges of the wild. They had seen these and a billion other crimes, and they were tired. The latest example of needless cruelty was the exile of the twice-savior of Olympus, Perseus Jackson. "Aether, my dear, we don't have much time left. If we are going fix things before we fade, this may be our last chance." Hemera, Lady of Light stated to her husband. "Very well, my dear." Aether, Lord of Day replied. "It appears that we must take a more active role in the history of this world."

A few days earlier

Perseus Jackson, First Person Point of View

I was having a terrible dream. Then again, this was not new. Demigod dreams are ALWAYS terrible. In this dream, I and the rest of the seven were all together for some sort of party. Well, except for Leo, who was probably working on something at the forges. I couldn't really remember what, that kid worked too hard. Something happened. I suddenly realized that I had to kill them. It was IMPORTANT. Something would happen otherwise. Something bad. But no! I loved my friends. I couldn't bear it. Annabeth was next to me, and she noticed that I was suddenly very still, fighting an internal battle that no one else could see. She tapped my arm, and at that instant, something snapped. I realized that there was no other way. Tears filled my eyes as I pulled out my sword and ran her through. I then moved on, trying not to look at her as she choked out her last breaths, betrayal and horror evident in her face as her eyes filled with tears. I moved on to Frank and Hazel next, determined to get the worst over first. They had to die, but they didn't have to suffer... wait, what? What am I thinking? Oh my gods what have I— my resolve hardened. Annabeth died for this, I have to see it through, no matter what it is. She would want me to, right? Right? In the time this introspection had taken, I had dispatched Frank and was in the process of trying to kill Hazel. Gods, Nico would never forgive me. What was I doing? Once I had dealt with Hazel, I saw Piper and Jason across the room, arguing fiercely next to one of the exits. I'm not really sure what they are saying, my hearing isn't working too well. I guess this is one of those dreams. I think Jason wanted her to leave, and Piper wanted him to leave. As they saw me coming closer, Jason abruptly shoved her out the door, and closed it, standing in front of it protectively. I could see tears coming out of his eyes that were only matched by my own. My resolve hardened. He had to die (Why? I wondered.) but such bravery was worthy of a quick end. He fought valiantly, blasting against me with winds and lightning so strong that he HAD to be shortening his lifespan from the strain, but it didn't help him. I turned and activated my shield, knocking him back a few feet and surprising him enough that I was able to decapitate him on the next strike. I stepped out of the bunker and saw Piper a few meters ahead. I pulled back my arm and flung my sword with unerring accuracy. By the time it tore through her back, I was already back inside. Now that that was done, I supposed that I could just sit until I eventually woke up. After a while I fell asleep...

...Only to wake up to a scene that would have given nightmares to Steven King. All around me were the bodies of my friends, who were violently torn apart by some unseen enemy. I looked around, wondering why I had been spared, until I saw my sword. Covered in blood. Blood. Blood. NO! I screamed when I saw it, and violently threw it away from me. I rushed to Annabeth's side. She had a large hole in her side, and she wasn't moving. Just as in my dream. NO! NO NO NONONONONO I DIDN'T I WOULDN'T I NEVER OH MY GODS WHAT DID I JUST DO! I tried to do CPR, I bandaged, I cried, I said her name, I called her Wise Girl, but she was gone. Forever.

Leo Valdez, Third Person Point of View

Shading his eyes from the early afternoon sun, Leo stepped out of the forge, breathing hard. Teaching younger campers to forge was hard work, and while he was immune to fire, he wasn't immune to fatigue. He spent the morning trying to keep young demigods from splashing each other with Lemnos fire, or flicking droplets of Lethe onto each other, and one honest-to-gods fight with half-molten swords when one of the campers said the other's had an imperfection. Thankful that the class had finally ended, he started to walk towards the woods, where he hoped that the party in Bunker 9 the rest of the seven was having would still be in full swing.

He had scarcely walked more than a couple paces when he heard a dreadful scream emerge from the woods. At the exact same instant, the water in the lake blasted outward, as if it were puddle that a giant had stepped in. Thankfully, most of it flowed toward the currently unoccupied climbing wall. Leo only knew one person who would remotely have the power to do something like that. "Percy." Leo whispered under his breath as he began to sprint toward Bunker 9.

Leo Valdez, First Person Point of View

When I got to Bunker 9, I found that someone had closed the door, which rendered it inaccessible without bringing down the hillside. Well, inaccessible to anyone who wasn't me. That shouldn't have happened though. The door was never supposed be closed, and I had installed an AI that was supposed to interrogate anyone trying to do so. Just before I lit my hand on fire, I realized something that I should have noticed immediately. It was quiet. Too quiet. (A/N I'm sorry, I know you all probably want to kill me for using that phrase, but I just couldn't resist. Pleas have mercy.) There should have been 6 celebrating demigods here. Instead, I heard nothing. I lit my hand on fire and was about to open the door with it when I turned my head slightly and saw something terrible. Piper, lying on the ground, an enormous hole in her back. It was quite obvious that she was dead. Choking back tears, I turned back to the door and firmly pressed my flaming hand to it while swearing a silent oath to make whoever did this suffer. The sight that greeted me was a scene out of nightmare. The first thing I saw was Jason, who was sprawled by the door. Well, his body was. His head was lying a few feet away, his expression twisted into one of sadness. Moving forward, I saw Frank, or at least what I assumed was Frank. It was one of his arms, along with a pile of various different animal parts, all covered in blood. Lying next to him, with her hands interlaced with Frank's hand was Hazel. Oh gods, Hazel. She must have put up more of a fight than the others, as she had gaping wounds all over her body, and her neck had been cut open. Surrounding her was an enormous pile of cursed gems and gold I figured had to be worth at least a ten million dollars. As I circled around a pile of materials, I caught sight of Percy and Annabeth. Annabeth was sprawled on the ground with a ragged hole in her side leaking blood. Percy was kneeling over her, tears running down his face. I saw him press a kiss to her brow, before standing up and pulling out Riptide. As I saw him hold it to his heart, I realized what he was about to do.

Nico di Angelo, Third Person Point of View

Nico was having a pretty good day, which of course, meant that something terrible would happen. He had been talking with Will, who was busy bandaging up some wounded campers who had gotten their first lesson at the forge, when he felt it. That sudden, indescribable feeling that he got when someone died. This was not unusual. Nico was a very powerful son of Hades, and people died all the time. Generally, he felt it once a minute or more. However, these deaths were different. He knew these people. These deaths felt like the one those weeks ago, when Leo had first died. Before he could react, he suddenly felt it again. And again, and again, and again. By this time he was shaking so hard that he was surprised he hadn't hurt himself. Will was looking at him concernedly and said something Nico couldn't hear, probably asking him if he was alright. Nico tried to say that he was alright, but there were dark spots swimming across his vision and he wasn't even sure if he said it aloud before passing out.

When he came to, he immediately remembered the feeling of the deaths. Hoping against hope that for once his powers were wrong, he staggered outside over Will's protests. He had just made it outside when he felt a heard a horrible scream and saw the water in the lake just explode outward. Looking in the direction of the the woods that lead to Bunker 9, he saw Leo already had the same idea and was already way ahead of him. He walked resolutely forward, hoping against hope that what he saw hadn't truly happened, that one of his friends hadn't just died. He was wrong. It was worse.

The sight of Piper wasn't too bad. It was sad, but Nico had seen many deaths, including those of friends. Stepping into the bunker, his gaze fell upon Jason. Or rather, Jason's body. His head was a meter away, staring sightlessly forward. Still calm. What was next was worse. In front of him lay a— a pile of Frank. That was the only term for it. But next to him was—no. Next to him... no no no NO. His eyes. That was the problem. They couldn't be right. Wouldn't. His eyes saw but his brain did not believe. Hazel. His eyes saw but his brain did not believe. She. His eyes saw but his brain did not believe. Was. His eyes saw but his brain did not believe. Dead. His eyes— "NICO!" He heard a cracked voice shouting. "Nico, snap out of it. We can't catch whomever did this if we lose it now." Turning, he saw that the voice belonged to Leo. He had tears running down his face, and was holding an unconscious Percy. "Nico, I came, and they were dead, and Percy was about to... his sword, he was going to..." Leo trailed off, unable to continue. Nico patted his arm awkwardly. "Bring some food outside, then help me dig a hole. We're going to summon ourselves some ghosts."

Nico's voice was choked as he finished the incantation. Nevertheless, he stood up, and directed Leo to place the food and drink into the hole. As the dead began to appear, Nico held out his sword to ward off all beyond the first five, who had died most recently and as such, had the easiest time coming to the surface. As they scooped up the food to eat, their spectral forms slowly solidified into five ghostly teenagers. "Hazel, who did this to you?" Nico asked, his voice quavering. As long as he stayed on task, he would be able to function. As soon as he asked the question. Nico realized that he had said something wrong. Annabeth immediately burst into tears, while Hazel and Frank comforted her, looking as though they might start crying as well. It was Jason who answered. "It was Percy."

A/N So. Umm. Yeah. I killed them. Sorry? No flames please. I am not sure how often I will be able to add chapters to it. If I do decide to drop it, I will both put it up for adoption, as well as post all of the ideas I had for it. Reviews HEAVILY HEAVILY HEAVILY appreciated. We writers spend hours and days pouring our hearts and souls into a document for your entertainment, as it happens you DO have the time to leave at least a few words. So DO it.