All rights go to Rick Riordan (for characters and series) and The Olympian Queen (for the idea with her story, A Final Thought) Sorry for typos. Hope You Enjoy!
There is no difference between me and the monster that has overcome my mind and started to control my body. I've never been capable of the flips and jabs that I am performing right now, in this moment. Whatever has become of me?
Who am I? I can't even remember my first name. The girl that is near me knows it. The word forms on her lips as she cries, but the sound is carried away in the wind to where no one will ever hear it.
For some reason I want to wanted to hear it. I ached for it. My body hurts and I needed her like a life saving drug. I wanted her in my arms, next to me. But this monster in my body doesn't. He is thirsty for blood. He needs the blood like a drug, and I am the only way for him to receive it.
So the death blade in my hand whirls in fury that I don't feel. My body's numb and shaking and convulsing. I hack up something and I think it is the crimson that runs through my veins.
Blonde girl starts to approach me, and I will not hurt her. Instead I will listen to her sweet voice, that is like summer wind and is beautiful in its own way.
The monster inside of me even wants to stop, but is aching for the blood loss even more. She came near me and I pushed her away, back behind me. I watched her fall to the ground, her expression more surprised than mad. She stared at me with hurt in her eyes, and I hated myself so much for it that I can't do anything but stare and hate the monster inside of me.
Finally the monster got impatient and I turned back to the enemy that was attacking me.
I didn't realize how much it had recovered, because then it there was a knife between my ribs and my life dripping out of my open mouth. The enemy smiled at me, laughing at me, and ran away. That coward.
My legs could no longer hold me up and I collapse to the ground in a heap, and then unfurled so that I was facing the sky. The knife was still inside of me, pushed so deep that I could only see the hilt.
My eyes watered and dried out almost instantly. My hands fumbled with the blade but nothing happened and I was dying and I was dying and I was dead.
The mind that I once had came back to me, and I recognized the blonde girl to be my girlfriend. I longed for her to be back in my arms. And then she was.
She knelt next to me, and repeated my name over and over again. I grasped her hand that she had put down on my chest, trying to stop the flow. I pushed it back to the ground, but kept it entwined with my own.
If only the monster was still part of me. It would love the blood leaking out of my body. But that monster had been banished by me, because even now, in my final moments, I was in control. And I was going to die, and I was okay with that.
I looked at her face as she kissed me one last time. I think I smiled. I think the pain went away.
And now, I think I am gone.
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