Bleached
What if Percy did not survive the 2nd Giant war. What if there was a greater force than Gaea or Tartarus or even the Gods. What if Jason fell in love with the wrong person. What if their lives were bleached.
I
"Hang in there, Perce. Its alright, You're alright." We're alright. Jason cradled Percy's head in his lap. A fearsome storm raged around them, preventing monsters and Giants from reaching the two boys. Percy's normally bright green eyes were dull and his face was pale. The giant's gladius had been carefully pulled out from Percy's chest and blood flooded from the wound. However, this wound was not a regular wound. It was worse than the wound that Jason had gotten from Michael Kahale's sword. The blood oozing out had become silver and it was as if the body was fading away.
"J-Jas…" Jason whipped his head up.
"Percy! Dear Gods Percy I thought you were dead! Don't ever try tha-"
Percy's head lulled back and a single drop of silver blood dripped from the boy's mouth falling to the ground before it sizzled and disappeared.
"Perce? Percy Please! "
The raven mop of hair turned silver. The body became cold and metallic. A sudden gust of wind blew and the son of Poseidon crumbled to dust and dispersed through the air. Jason leapt to his feet, mouth agape.
"Percy?"
Once the blonde realised that his companion had gone he fell to his knees in despair. The only hope that they had to beat the giants was gone. He screamed and the temperature dropped. Lightning striked and thunder rumbled. Wind blew fiercely. Monsters fell all around but the Giant's were smarter.
"RETREAT!" Porphyrion ordered and the monstrous army turned and fled.
Annabeth ran to the site where Jason and the former Percy Jackson lay.
"Where is he?!" Jason shook his head, unable to make the words out. Annabeth grabbed the front of Jason's shirt and pulled him up to meet her eye.
"Where is he?" She whispered, her grey eyes, burning into Jason's blue.
"He's d-"
"WHERE IS HE!? WHERE IS PERCY!?" She screamed throwing Jason to the floor. The camp went silent
Annabeth fell to her knees and sobbed into Piper's shoulder
"Its my fault... I shouldn't have let him go…"
Piper held her best friend closer. "No, Of course its not your fault."
Annabeth sniffled and stood up brushing off her tears.
"You're right. It's not my fault… ITS YOURS." She glared at Jason
"Hey Annabeth, Im going to check on Jason. I'll be back in a few minutes. Don't worry, im only making sure that Jason is okay" She strode forward quoting her boyfriend's last words before rushing off to help Jason. She swung her arm back and punched Jason in the jaw.
"This is your fault" Another punch
"If you were not a useless waste of space, My Percy would be here" Another punch
"If it weren't for you, He wouldn't be dead!" She punched Jason again. He could have stopped her. But he didn't. He deserved it. Frank and Piper rushed forward and pulled Annabeth off Jason before she darkened the already forming bruise spreading over Jason's face. As Annabeth was carried away, the rest of the campers followed, leaving Jason to mourn on his own.
"Perce-Percy? I-I need y-you"
"You do, do you?"