Maybe it was just fate.
His head, rolling along the ground, stops at her feet. The stars are twinkling and the moon (Artemis) gives off so much light on the dark night that it's almost blinding to Annabeth's stormy eyes.
She drops to the ground and his head just rolls farther away until she manages to grasp it by the hair and pull it up.
She didn't mean… she didn't want to kill him. It was just cruel fate that she had killed her own husband by his own sword.
The monster stares down at her before melting into the darkness, finished with its gruesome deed of killing the son of Poseidon, only it hadn't done it itself.
Riptide glints evilly in the moonlight, his head reflecting off of the gold reflection. Annabeth yelps, her face contorting into a mix of disgust and horror. She drops her husband's head and stands back, shivering and shaking in the white moonlight.
Her hands shake and she drops Riptide as well. Ironically, it plunges itself into deep into his eye, gouging out his iris and half of his eyeball.
Her eyes widen before tears fall down her face. She slumps down, smacking herself against the ground. Her tears sting, and she wipes her face. She blinks; she's crying blood.
Her head shakes before getting up and running from the scene of the crime. It's so wrong, leaving Percy's head there, she really didn't mean to… she was aiming for the monster, not him.
Riptide follows her, rolling across the ground next to her heel. She looks down and stomps at the pen.
It transforms into a sword at the exact moment.
The sword plunges through her foot, and the blood falls, rivers of blood escaping her injured foot.
She cries out, falling to the ground and slowly pulling the sword out. A crunching sound is heard as the sword pulls through remaining tendons and small bones. Blood covers the Celestial Bronze sword, and bits of bone stick to the red liquid oozing down the sides.
The sword flies upward and plunges down, straight into the daughter of Athena's thigh. It sticks there before swiftly pulling itself back out.
Annabeth's sobs echo through the nigh sky, the sword slowly ripping her apart. The sword keeps plunging down, getting closer and closer to her vulnerable heart.
She cannot move, she cannot see. Blood covers her eyes. She suddenly sees a glint through the sticky liquid running down her face, and she almost smiles.
Blackness overcomes her, her body lying still as the sword is pulled out from her heart. A silhouette appears before her, and a voice echoes across the night.
"If I can't have him," it hisses, "no one can."
-cough- I almost got sick writing this. I didn't want to, but my fingers flew across the keyboard by themselves and pooped out this horrid story.
I dunno what's going on in my mind; I guess I'm just sad because of this major change in my family.
I actually opened this document, planning to write another chapter of One Quest, but it turned into this gruesome and ugly, depressing story.
No critiques please, just regular reviews. You can say it was an ugly story; I'll take that as a compliment. :)
It was short, yes, just because I needed to get it down. Maybe this'll turn into a full-fledged story later along the road, but right now I have too much on my hands.
~TRIDENT449