The sea is beauty,
And beauty is the sea,
I love the sea,
And the sea loves me.
Piper sat there, on her bed, cross legged, singing to herself the song over and over again while running a brush mindlessly through her hair. She was thinking about Percy Jackson, the camps very own sea prince, the worlds hero in disguise. He was handsome, and gorgeous and 100% better than Jason could ever be.
In fact, Jason and Percy seemed to be polar opposites; Jason hd blonde hair, Percy's hair was black, Jason had blue eyes, Percy's eyes were green, where Jason was strict, Percy was fun and spontaneous,
But where Percy was loyal, Jason was not.
A tight black fist closed itself onto Pipers heart; Liar, backstabber, cheater, murderer. Of course Jason did try his hardest to convince Piper he had only made out with Drew cause of Charmspeak and that it was a mistake. But the faint trail that Charmspeak normally left behind, wasn't there. Jason lied.
Hate, anger, resentment bubbled up inside Piper, until she found a better obsession. Percy Jackson. This included photos, scrapbooks, and schemes. Lots of schemes.
Piper discovered she wasn't that bad at scheming, and that in fact they only ever had one flaw... Annabeth Chase.
Pipers eyes darkened as she so much as thought of the Blonde Tramp who held the key to Percy's heart, not sharing him with anyone else. It wasn't fair, what did Annabeth have that Piper didn't? Was she not pretty enough? Not smart enough?
Whenever Piper was about to put her plan to work, Annabeth would always appear, glued to Percy's side. But Piper had seen the look on Percy's face, the desperate need of help. He was to nice to tell her off, so he needed help.
And so Piper started scheming all over again.
"Hey, uh, Pipes?" Michael asked nervously.
"Mmhmm?" He responded looking up.
"Uh, you've been sitting there for hours, and it's, uh, time for dinner"
"Huh, well thank you sweetie!" Piper hopped down, and turned to face the line her cabin had made, and gave a dazzling smile to her cabin mates.
"Okay everyone," she announced, "Colour Coordination?" She scanned the room, " Check! No blemishes? Check! Bedazzle? Oh, do I even have to ask? We're Aphrodites children! Check!"
With that Piper and her caving marched with style to the pavilion. They strutted passed all the other tables, stopping all conversations for a brief moment. But none of that mattered because at the end table sat Percy... And Annabeth.
Piper let out a barely audible sigh of frustration as she motioned towards the Aphrodite table and held up a finger indicating she'd be back.
As Piper sashayed towards the couple, she could feel eyes trained on her back, a specific pair distinctly coming for the Zeus' table.
"Hey Percy, hey Annabeth." Piper said smoothly.
"Hey Pipes!" Percy replied happily, but Annabeth took a second to regard Piper cautiously.
"Hi." She replied at last
"So, Annabeth, I was wondering if we could talk after dinner, you know, right before campfire?" She continued with a smile. What she really wanted to do was grab a fistful of that blonde hair and throw the tramp in the fire. But she knew she had to play the part just right, or the whole plan would fail.
"Uh, sure..." Annabeth said leaning into Percy's arm, which was draped around her shoulders.
Piper got a stab of irritation but kept a smile on her face. "Cool, you can meet me in the woods, see you later! Bye Percy!"
This was going just as planned.
'Finally!' Piper thought as she saw Annabeth finally coming towards the stream, where Piper was standing.
"I've been waiting, what kept you?" Piper demanded calmly. Even to herself her voice sounded eerie.
"Uh, ya, sorry I was with Per-" Annabeth was cut short.
"Oh! Shut. Up!" Piper exclaimed. The moon reflected of her eyes, making then appear like they were glowing.
"Excuse me?" Asked Annabeth, who had always thought of Piper as a respective girl.
"You're pathetic, the way you cling to Percy as if he's your life line. Can't you see your suffocating him, you selfish whore? You're drowning him slowly, killing him!" Piper took a deep breath, regaining her composure. "But I can't have that."
With every word, Pipers dagger, Kleopatris (?) grew heavier on her hip.
Wearily, Annabeth took a step back. "Piper what-?" But he was cut off as Piper pulled her dagger out of its sheath. Annabeth turned to run, but there was nowhere to go, she was backed up against a boulder.
"You don't deserve him, Annie. He's my prince, my hero in shining armour. But he's a little too set on you, so I need you out of the picture."
Annabeth never understood those psychotic teenage girls, driven to insanity by jealousy, she never thought it was really possible, no one could be that illogical... But now Annabeth knew better, because tonight... She was murdered by one.
"The sea is beauty,
And beauty is the sea,
I love the sea,
And the sea loves me,
Forever together,
Him and me." Piper sang, as she eased the blood or her hands, dagger, and clothes. 'Finally.'
First of all, I have nothing against Piper. I think she's amazing actually, but this just sort of came to me. I ok now she's not really psycho but ya know... Yolo.
Piper: Say that again, and your next...
me: but I said it in a sarcastic way?
Piper: eh, I still wanna kill you!
me: I'd much rather you didn't...