Hey! I have finally gotten around to reading the Percy Jackson and the Olympians books although I haven't tracked down Trials of Apollo in the library yet. So, in the meantime I thought I'd write some Percabeth angst! Enjoy!


It was the most terrifying rendition of Incy Wincy Spider ever heard. Granted, Annabeth had never liked the song due to the main theme of spiders, but the singer of this version made it entirely worse. Arachne's haunting voice echoed through the giant cavern, sending shivers down Annabeth's spine. The humanoid spider was slowly approaching where Annabeth was standing, her song now reduced to eerie humming. The girl backed up away from her foe, gasping when her back came into contact with a web. It clung to her arms desperately, and a feeling of claustrophobia rose inside her. The spider grinned at her and Annabeth had never been so scared in her life. She struggled to break free, but she was held tight against the wall.

"No," she whispered. "No, let me go! Please, no!"

Arachne only grew closer, and reached out one limb towards Annabeth. The spider gave her another one of her chilling smiles and cut the web she was stuck to from one wall, so she was pulled towards the gaping chasm beneath.

Tartarus.

Annabeth began to scream.

Suddenly Luke was there. He somehow pushed the spider into the chasm and pulled Annabeth towards him. He looked just as he did the last time she saw him, not excluding the blood stain on his top, evidence of the wound that killed him.

Annabeth didn't care. She still gave him a hug, just as she had so many times when they were on the run together.

Then she felt it. The pull on her ankle. She was ripped out of his arms and pulled backwards.

"No! Luke!" She yelled, grasping onto his arms as she found herself slipping backwards. She slipped over the edge, one hand retaining its tight grip on her old friend, the other grasping onto the rock, trying to pull herself up. But her hands were sweaty and her grip began to slip. Suddenly Luke's faced morphed into Percy's. The grip on her arm tightened.

"Don't you dare let go, Wise Girl," he said, his voice strained.
The pull on her foot intensified and she screamed in pain. Her hand began to slip out of Percy's. She desperately reached out, even letting go of the rock to grab on to him with both hands, but she slipped through his fingertips and fell into the darkness.

She sat up with a scream, her heart racing. She could still feel the cobwebs encircling every inch of her skin. In the dark, she reached out to the space next to her for Percy, only to meet empty sheets. She called out his name, her voice thick with tears, but was met with silence. In her panic, she fumbled for the lightswitch. Why was the light out anyway? Neither of them slept in the dark these days. When the room was eventually illuminated, she found her room to be empty except for her. Percy's side of the bed looked untouched, apart from the covers she had snatched in her night terror. His pillow smelled of washing powder instead of him. Annabeth shakily stood up and made her way over to the chest of drawers. She picked up the photograph. Even through her tears she could see something was missing. There were only six teenagers there. In the space where Percy should've been, there was an empty space.

The picture clattered to the floor as Annabeth let out an anguished scream. Her legs gave way and she descended into hysterical sobs.

Percy was gone.

Annabeth was alone.


:D Opinions? I'm not used to writing angst and I haven't written a short for at least a year. I hope you enjoyed reading this!

THIS IS NOT THE END. I will be posting a Percy sequel chapter at some point, just to clarify any questions you will have.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or Camp Half Blood or Tartarus. This work is inspired by the writing of Rick Riordan, and Ancient Greek mythology. This is my first time writing for this fandom so I'm sorry if anyone is OOC.

This is basically a fanfiction about a fanfiction if you think about it. Huh.