DISCLAIMER, I DO NOT OWN PJO OR HOO AT ALL! ALL CREDIT GOES TO RICK RIORDAN. ALSO, IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING NASTY TO SAY, PLEASE DON'T SAY IT. AND WARNING: NOT FOR THE WEAK OF HEART OR REALLY EMOTIONAL PEOPLE. LIKE ME. WAIT, WHY DID I WRITE THIS?

Chapter One :Jason and Piper

Piper's POV

It started as a perfect morning, and ended as an antagonizing night. I did have a reason to be excited that day. I'd been planning it for eons.

When a boy and girl get married, everything turns out okay. Like, 95% of them. I've heard it all from the other 5% - divorce, cheating, cancer, another person, blah blah blah. But I've NEVER heard a single one about dying right there at the wedding.

My stomach was rolling up and down and churning, standing on that wedding podium, like when you plunge down on a roller coaster, and your belly's all like" Ahhh!"

My mouth felt dry inside, and my lips felt hot and sticky after licking them so much. I'd rubbed off all the lipstick after my cabin kindly applied/forcefully manhandled onto me.

If Jason felt nervous at all, he didn't show it. His blonde hair was neatly combed back, dressed in a gray suit, and his face was glowing.

From the crowd, I could see Annabeth sniffing happily, and Percy sitting next to her, asleep, drooling on her silver dress.

The wizened minister droned on and on about love and health and death. I didn't think too much about the last one. I mean, why should I? Jason and I had a long way to go before that happened.

Finally, he finished. Snapping his Bible closed, he opened his mouth to say the words I'd dreamed for so long.

" Do you, Jerry Gates take Pepper McMeans as your lawfully wedded wife?" he droned.

Jason swelled with pride and grinned.

" I do"

"And do you, Pepper McMeans take Jerry Gates to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Mr. Oldpants growled.

Growled? Whatever.

"I do"

He blinked. "You may now kiss the bride."

Then he sat down on his alter to take care of his arthrity thingies.

Jason drew me into his arms and pulled me into a kiss. We could hear gasps, and then a few cries and some hysterical screams. Probably my cabin. Nothing to worry about. I was encircled in this moment. I could stay here forever.

Suddenly, Jason stiffened with a hoarse gasp, and his hands tightened around my waist so tightly, it began to hurt. He would never do this normally, and I looked at him curiously.

Dark red blood was trickling from his mouth, staining his lips. Blood was dripping from his face and his blue eyes were wide and glazed with pain. His lung had been pierced from the back.

I screamed and clutched him tightly, wait for my friends and the minster to do something.

He wasn't there. Annabeth was trying to wake Percy, and all the others, except Hazel were frozen in place. She sprinted towards the podium, charging at something behind Jason, but something pushed her back. She slammed into one of the rosaries and lay there.

Stunned, I let go of Jason, not completely, just so I could look behind him.

The minister was gone. In his place was a manticore.

He roared and swung his tail, the spines longer and sharper than usual. The longest, broadest one, was dripping blood.

Jason stumbled and raised a scarlet hand, trying to shield me. I tried to pull him away, but he wouldn't.

With another roar, the manticore swung, his claw outstretched.

They met with Jason's head, and a fired spine cut through Jason's undefended throat.

Annabeth appeared, and hacked at his tail. Percy wasn't too far behind, and Frank and Leo weren't too far behind.

With the manticore fully distracted, I turned to assess Jason's condition.

There was a gaping hole in his throat, gushing blood, and his blonde hair was soaked and drenched in red. Blood frothed at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were rolling with pain. He tried to speak, but only ugly death gurgles.

In the background, I heard a panicked scream, as the manticore's essence returned to Tartarus, but it didn't matter.

I ripped some silk off my wedding dress, and wrapped it tightly around his throat, trying to stop the blood.

It wouldn't work.

Jason coughed and tried to make out a few words, making the blood flow increase, and soon, it was all over me, like a gallon of bright red paint. My hands were covered with it, and the blue diamond on my ring finger was covered too.

I couldn't bear to wipe it off.

So I just lay there, crying my eyes out, as he lay there dying, with me not being able to save him.