Hey guys! Just to recap so we all know where we are, this takes place RIGHT when "Luke/Kronos" kicked Percy into Athena's throne, and Backbiter skidded out of his reach. Luke takes over his body right then and runs toward the sword. So this picks up from there, in Luke's point of view. Enjoy!

Any Other Way

Luke's Point of View Right Before His Death

Finally gaining control of my body, if only for a few minutes, I ran toward the sword which now laid in burning ashes, so that I may plunge it into my Achilles' heel. It would all be over soon. The innocent blood on my hands, torment, confusion. War. If only I could reach the Backbiter before Kronos gained enough strength to completely overtake my soul.

Grasping the hilt of the cursed blade, I cried in pain and let it clutter out of my hand onto the floor once more. In my haste I had overlooked the fact that it was burning. The physical length to which I had pushed my strength to was at its end. I collapsed.

My hands were on fire, but my heart was burning even more painfully with the realization that I would be too late and all was lost. I tried to raise myself off the marble floor, but collapsed again—the pain was too great. I coughed blood and my vision swam.

As I tried to focus in I was able to make out Jackson. Standing over my body with a knife. His eyes blazed with both hatred and pity—which I was thankful for. As I lay dying, I realized that this would be the last chance I got to redeem myself—I also knew that the little pity Jackson held for me may not be enough for him to listen.

"You can't…can't do it yourself. He'll break my control. He'll defend himself. Only by my hand. I know where. I can-" I motioned my lips, tasting my own blood, "—can keep him…controlled."

I cringed in pain as I felt Kronos's anger—and strength building quickly. I could no longer speak anymore, so with what little strength I had left I implored to Jackson through my eyes.

Please…

I can see him contemplating my words—he knew it was true. I was the only living soul who knew the weak point. The Achilles' heel. Eons passed. Percy's hand holding the knife shook not being able to make his choice.

His choice…

Summoning the last drops of energy I had I swallowed and whispered through red lips, "Please…no time…"

Something in him changed when I uttered those words, but I had no time to figure what it was for I could feel Kronos almost at his height of strength, and my vision came out of focus again.

Seconds remain…

And then I felt something cold and solid in my hand. Without looking, I knew that Percy has given me the blade which will be my fall and the world's salvation.

With difficulty I fumbled with unlatching my straps of armor, blinking rapidly in an attempt to clear my vision.

Hovering the knife above my exposed weak point I stabbed.

The blood curdling scream that escaped my broken body was caused not from the stab wound itself, but rather the sudden unbearable feeling of having Kronos's soul being ripped from my flesh.

When it was all over I felt more pain than I ever felt in my life, but I was more satisfied then I ever could have been.

It was over.

So...well, I hope it didn't COMPLETELY suck, but if it did please let me know ;) This is my first ever FanFiction, so if you didn't like my writing, or think I need to add more detail (or should just quit writing all together) PLEASE leave a review!

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