A/N: Just a little songfic for all those who wonder what happens in the minds of a certain demigod…
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own the PJO series or Nickelback. If I did, I would have some inkling of what is going on in the series…
One Last Time
By Xander O'Shana
My thoughts were focused on one thing. Running. Running from the Titans who wanted to kill me, then rip my body into little tiny pieces, and throw said pieces into the River Styx.
My thoughts… need to shut up.
Thalia ran behind me, which was actually pretty cool because I can't run faster than a turtle. I know, depressing, isn't it? Annabeth was gone, trying to get to her dad, the one They were holding prisoner. Me and Thalia were the decoys. Yep, you got it. We were the ones that usually get themselves killed at the end.
"Oi! Perce! Pull yourself together, and get your little butt over here!" Thalia yelled. She was standing by an air vent that stood straight up out of the ground. The cover was bent so out of shape, that two skinny teenagers could definitely squeeze through and hide for a bit.
"Look out!" Before I could turn around, a manticore spike suddenly sprouted from my left shoulder, pinning me face-first into the vent. Another spike hit Thalia in the chest.
"NO! THALIA!" I cried out, trying to reach out to her. She looked at me, a bit dazed, before she crumpled to the ground. I went crazy right there, trying to pull myself free and get to her. For some reason, my numb mind couldn't accept the fact that she was dead. She isn't coming back. So why am I still trying? I felt hot tears escaping my eyes, running down my cheeks. "Thalia… Please… Don't go…" Someone came up behind me, and put a comforting hand on the top of my head. I could tell it was Luke, the guy we needed to defeat, but my body gave out on me, and I sagged against him.
"There, there. Everything will be alright," he said quietly. Then he slammed my head into the vent, and everything went black.
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I woke up with my hands clamped above my head in manacles. My mind was still numb, but if I closed my eyes when I tried to go to sleep, I kept seeing her. Thalia, her previously lifefull body, crumpling to the hard-packed ground. Why didn't Zeus save her this time? Was she no longer needed? Or was it too fast for him to even try?
A clanking noise drew my attention to the cell door. Luke was outside, with three of his skeleton warriors. I looked up at him with dull eyes, one of them surrounded by dried blood from where he shoved me into the vent. He was grinning.
"Why… why are you so happy?" I asked him in a whisper. Luke nodded towards two of the warriors, and as they unlocked me, they bumped hard against my manticore wound. I winced, because I didn't have the strength to cry out. But, it hurt so bad that I blacked out again. As my world faded, I heard his reply.
"You get to fight to the death…"
Prison gates won't open up for me
On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'
Oh, I reach for you
Well I'm terrified of these four walls
These iron bars can't hold my soul in
All I need is you
Come please I'm callin'
And oh I scream for you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin'.