Desperation; that is a situation/ Come come Barbie Let's go Barbie... #depression
Usually when you don't expect it you are the worst hit. I mean obviously. It could be good, it could bad, but since you didn't predict it you can't stop it. And once it is done, it is done.
Worst possible fucking situation ever.
Everyone was joking around, having a gala time anticipating nothing inside the safe camp borders. Playing truth or dare I guess? Doesn't really matter. Slowly the unavoidable question came up?
"Where's Perce?" asked Leo, taking some fries.
"Where's Annabeth?" asked Frank.
"Probably together. You know how they are, kissing all over the place," said Piper with a smirk.
Hazel then sees Percy came into sight from the forest. "Perce, over here. Where's Annabeth?"
"I wouldn't know." Deep, unrelenting eyes, darkness oozing from his posture.
"Well, you should, since she's- you know – your girlfriend-" started Jason.
"Look here, pretty boy, no one asked your opinion. Keep your mouth shut, it ain't doing any good here," Percy said. Imagine all those punk boys; except this one didn't wear all back, didn't have any piercing and was ten times worse.
"Percy, what's wrong? You aren't like this?" asked Piper.
"Well, what do you know bitch? You don't know me?"
"We are your friends Percy. What happened? You can tell us anything," said Hazel timidly.
"Fuck friends; I don't do friends."
"Why don't you leave them be, idiot?" asked Annabeth, coming around from the lake area.
"It's rude to interrupt."
"Yeah right. Like you know what rude means. Leave them alone."
"They asked me. Take your bitch-assed advice to someone who cares."
"Right! Nobody has the time to put up with fucked up mood, anyways."
"Annabeth Chase, you aren't always right."
"Tell me, why do we fight, Percy?"
"You tell me; you're the one you smart, aren't you?"
"Don't even go there, you fucking moron!"
"You are one to talk about, you ungrateful bitch."
*gasp*
Annabeth unsheathed her sword. "Apologize," she said real calm.
"Not a chance," Percy drew Riptide.
Within a few second, it's so fast. It's a blur.
Annabeth bangs Percy's head to the ground- Percy slashes his sword across the back leaving a deep gash. Shouts, bloody murder. Nobody does anything. Then they kiss furiously.
Chiron smiled, "Ah, young love. Leave them be." But Dionysus is wary. Nobody listens to him anyways. Old sot. But they should. He's a God.
No one really understands you.
In their rage induced haze. They fight, grope, scratch and reach Percy's cabin.
Kissing, sucking, kicking. Things happen, their clothes are off their body, but swords are firmly attached to their hands. They don't speak. There's no love, no lust, only wrath, only pride. Demi-God sized. Dangerous level.
Outside everyone's like, "Oh they're Percabeth. They'll survive everything." Nobody bothers to check or anything.
Few hours later the noise has subsided. When Frank goes to call them for dinner he finds himself scared for life.
Naked. Dead. This was what was left of the Heroes of Olympus.
This is what Tartarus does to you. Turns people into beasts.
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