I just found that I don't have a single Percy Jackson fic on this account, and that will just not do. Warning: I am not satisfied with this things. But after hours and hours of rereading, I gave up, since it obviously wasn't getting better.
And I may or may not have been listening to Demons and Monster while I wrote this thing. :)
*Disclaimer: Read this thing and it would be blindly obvious.
His hands looked so normal. It was hard to imagine that they had almost killed a goddess, and on her own poison too.
Percy Jackson stared at himself in the mirror. His hair was in its typical bed-head, but his eyes were haunted, ringed with sleepless nights. You have to admit, going through Tatarus was pretty much an endless supply of nightmare fuel. He rubbed them again. He knew better than trying to go back to sleep. It would make it worse. It seemed that every time he tried to sleep the nightmares got worse.
Annabeth didn't seem to have that problem. Then again, she didn't almost kill an immortal.
Argh! Did all his problems circulate around that stupid goddess of grief?
No. Another voice answered back. It circulates around you being a monster.
Percy groaned. I'm not a monster.
You are.
I'm not.
You are.
I'm-
Look, can you honestly say feeling only blind fury when you kill―
Try to kill.
Not much better. When you try to kill someone, doesn't make you a monster? Isn't that what you define monsters by?
Percy froze, then realized he had nothing to say against that.
His hands looked so normal. It was hard to imagine that they had summoned the dead, enough to fight the army of Kronos.
Nico di Angelo stared at himself in the mirror. His own eyes spooked him. He had to admit that Leo was right to be scared of him. The dude was that easy to read.
He allowed himself a small smile. In the mirror, it looked like the grin of a skull.
But no matter how scared Leo was, it still wasn't enough.
The difference was that Leo still saw him as human. Nico's experiences in Tatarus had changed that.
He could still remember running. The roars. Fire. When they had caught him. Monsters, raised before their time. Running again. Snake demons. The cold scales under his fingers. The flames that erupted around them. Running again.
Nico stared at his hands again. No, he wasn't human.
He was a monster.
His hands looked so normal. It was hard to imagine they had killed his mother.
Leo stared at himself in the mirror. His curls stuck out in a way enough to rival Percy's. He had to admit he wasn't scary or powerful looking, not like Percy or Jason or Nico. Definately not Nico. That dude was creepy.
But as creepy as Nico was, he had never killed anyone. At least, as far as Leo knew.
He could still remember the smoke curling from his fingers, out of his control, the roof of the warehouse collapsing inward, the walls blackening and next morning, before he was too far away, the ashes of the warehouse and his mother piled in the burnt skeleton of the place.
He summoned a wisp of fire and watched it dance in his palm. He had been afraid to use his power for so many years. He told people it was because it brought back bad memories, when actually he was just scared. Scared he would hurt more people, scared there would be a remake of that night at the warehouse.
But mostly, he was scared he would wake up one day with everything around him burnt and dead, and find the monster inside had awoke.
Her hands looked so normal. It was hard to imagine they had caused the destruction of the world.
Hazel stared at herself in the mirror. She looked only thirteen, but she should technically be in her nineties. She didn't look anything like a daughter of Hades, or Pluto, or whatever. Her skin was chocolate brown, so different from the others. She supposed that made her look less mmenacing and more... approachable. She should have taken it as a sign that she should be different from the others. Which meant not bringing bad luck whereever she went.
But instead she was worst then all of them. Combined. She didn't just bringing bad luck to family, friends, neighbours, classmates. Oh no. Hazel Levesque managed to bring bad luck to the entire world.
Sure, it was her mom who had forced her to raise the giant, but it had been her powers. She could have outright refused. She could have been defiant from the very start, run away with Sammy.
But instead, she chose to stay, and hope that the Voice/Gaea would let her mom go once her work was done. She was the only one who could have saved the world before the end was even a dream in anyone's head, and she blotched it. She chose to believe in a naive hope, and now the entire world was going to pay.
So no. She wasn't like the other children of the Underworld. She wasn't just a bad luck charm, endangering all the people near her.
No. She was a monster.
Okay, I know it would be better if I did everyone in the series, but this is all I can think of right now. So, if you wanted to see a specific one, leave the character's name in reviews, and I'll do my best to make it happen. Not promising anything though. If no one puts anything in the reviews, then this story will become a oneshot.
This wasn't my best work, but hoped you enjoyed the ride, and thank you for your time. (God, I sound like a job interview.)
