Unfinished Stories: The Assassins of Chaos
PERCY:

"What in the name of Tarturas do you think you're doing?" Annabeth questions, concern scrawled across her somber, tan face. Her grey eyes flickered around my cabin taking in and analyzing everything- bed sheets, pillows and blankets ripped from the bed. My clothes scrawled across the empty mattress with the drawers half open. Empty walls. Empty room.

Just like my empty life.

Shock and fear then take over her, her grey eyes wide, yet sheered with a sudden determination. Tears threaten to spill over my eyelashes, so I look away from Annabeth's broken expression and continue to throw my clothes messily into my bag. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that I'm leaving. For good this time.

"No." It comes out in a whisper, yet firm. She quickly walks over to me and begins to throw my clothes from my suitcase, as if that will stop me entirely from leaving. "No, no, no, Percy. You're not leaving. Not now and now ever!" I can hear the agonizing pain in her voice, it cracked several times in her sentence like her voice was broken.

Just like I was.

I turn away from her again, ignoring her thoroughly, because I couldn't take anymore of this hurt. And every time I hurt her-I was hurting myself. A hundred times worse. Like I was in Tarturas itself. Like someone was shoving a hot, metal rod in my chest. I was planning of slipping away into the night, without anyone knowing. To avoid this stingingly painful goodbye. But because Annabeth was as smart and cunning as she was, she had figured it all out before I could just simply go. Because she was her. Annabeth Chase, the only one who had stuck by my side, even though I had been the worst friend ever imaginable.

"You can't. I won't let you go because of him!"

He had shown up, around the first month of Summer. June 1st to be exact.

Aaron Richards. My brother.

At first, he was nice. Nice and confident. Charismatic and likeable. Funny and easy going. Somewhat like me. He had black spiked up hair,(which slightly resembled Thalia's)with bright turquoise eyes that seemed to always be light and mimicked out his personality exactly.

Then he got assigned his first quest. To find Aphrodite's pet, which was a magical, golden dove.

Then he came back, succeeded in it of course, and became a hero. I wasn't envious that he had all the attention and the rewards. I was happy for him, because he was my brother and deserved it.

So he became friends with Thalia, Nico, Katie, Juniper, Grover, Connor, Travis, Will, Malcolm, Chiron, even Mr. D and that's saying something. Practically the whole camp. Even me. But not Annabeth. She was the only one who truly disliked him.

"I don't trust him," she stated to me, when I asked her why she was so cold to him. "He's different. There's something about him that just...scares me." Scares me. The thought of a camper scaring Annabeth, it well, scared me as well.

I shook my head, trying not to drown in my thoughts.

I shut my eyes tightly.

"Please. Don't. Go. We need you, the camp I mean." She blurted out, desperation dripping in her tone of voice. I didn't meet her gaze, keeping my eyes tightly shut together. I knew if I saw her grey eyes shimmering with tears I would change my mind.

I couldn't do that. Here at camp, I was drowning. Drowning inside of myself all the time. I had no one left- except Annabeth and I was selfish. Because just having Annabeth wasn't enough. I needed my other friends too: Grover, Thalia and Nico. But because Aaron made them think I had done all those terrible things...

I scoffed and turned away in disbelief. "Please. They need me? Not anymore, they have Aaron to lead them."

"But the prophecy!" She spluttered, sorrow and determination getting replaced by blind hope and excuses.

I still kept my eyes shut.

"You can't just go two weeks before... the battle. Luke... he needs us!"

A feeling that I was still trying to comprehend took over me. "Luke needs us? Or do you need him?" I flickered my eyes open, and met her grey ones. They were wide with surprise and puzzlement.

"And what exactly do you mean by that?"

I shook my head, slowly backing away from the escalating fight. I wished she hadn't caught me. This would've been so much easier. "Goodbye, Annabeth."

I sprinted out the door without another word. Annabeth just stood there, shocked. Shocked that I would leave her, shocked by everything I guess.

As soon as I got to blackjack, I heard a door slam from my cabin. There was Annabeth, yelling up at me, screaming curses and insults in Greek tongue. I didn't blame her for being so furious with me. I averted my attention away, staring up at the stars constellations.

Then... I was gone.

A/N: This was going to be longer, but this is all I have, and the title is 'Unfinished Stories'. I wrote this because everyone else was writing Chaos fanfic and I was all like 'hmmm... this would be cool to write.' So I read a couple, to give me some inspiration but then I was all like 'WTF?' Why is Annabeth a backstabbing, whiny bitch in half the ones I read? (No offense to some of you who like to write Annabeth like that) Then I read a couple more and it was the same thing. Out of all the Chaos stories there were only two who kept Annabeth IC and didn't betray him! For some strange reason I got really pissed off, and decided to write this during my rant! I hope I kept her IC!

Should I continue this? Write what you think in the comments!