So this is my new fic. I rated it T but I'm not really sure if I should have put it to M. It's more creepy than anything else. If you think I should change it, just tell me in a review.
Enjoy.
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Everyone knew that Percy had killed Annabeth.
Everyone knew that he did it because she was crazy and was going to kill everyone at camp.
Everyone knew that he had to do it.
Everyone knew that he blamed himself.
What everyone did not know was that he cried himself to sleep each night, and when he did sleep, he dreamed of holding her dead, bloody body in his arms. He saw her blood on his hands, blood that was still on his hands even when he was awake.
At first, there were only a few drops. He convinced himself that they weren't real, that he just imagined them.
Then the amount grew. It looked like he had dipped the palms of his hands in red paint. He started to get nervous.
He washed his hands at every chance, scrubbing them until the skin was raw. The blood always stayed.
He wrapped his hands in bandages or wore gloves, so he wouldn't have to see the blood. But it always soaked through, leaving the material soaked.
He couldn't practice his sword fighting – the hilt of the sword was always sticky with the blood.
He had to get rid of it – it was haunting him. She was haunting him.
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He went to Chiron, looking for help.
"Chiron! Chiron!" He cried to his teacher. "You've got to help me! It won't go away!"
Chiron gazed at him, confusion etched into his face.
"What won't go away?" He said softly to the boy in front of him who was now crying.
"The blood! Her blood!" He was in hysterics now as he showed Chiron his hands. He rambled on about the blood that was tormenting him as Chiron gazed down sadly at the clean hands of Percy Jackson.
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If you want something done right, Percy thought, you have to do it yourself.
He adjusted the cord so that when he pulled it with his teeth, the sword would fall.
This is it, he thought, no more blood.
He laughed joyfully. Oh, how he laughed. He would finally be free of the blood. It would not plague him anymore.
He stood in position. He was brimming with anticipation.
Don't do this, a part of his mind said, it won't work out right.
But Percy pushed it down. He had to do this. He took a deep breath. He laid his hands out in front of him. He leaned forward, grabbed the cord with his teeth, and gave an almighty tug.
He watched the sword fall in a deadly arc. There was a sloshing sound.
Two things hit the floor.
Percy was amazed.
"It worked!"
He ran out of his cabin, his arms up in the air.
"I did it!" He screamed with joy. "It's gone! No more blood!"
Campers stared at him in horror as blood ran down his arms.
From the stumps at his wrists.
Where his hands used to be.
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That's it. Hope it was okay, and not too creepy.
peanutbutterQueen xoxox