A/N: I'm SO SORRY for not updating sooner...or am I? Joking, I am. I mean, I'm sorry for-you know what? Forget it. I've just been busy with life, and having some family troubles. That's all. Don't worry. Then again, I really doubted you worried in the first place. N-no offense or anything.
Disclaimer: I don't own the fantasy book series, Percy Jackson and the Olympians. It belongs to Rick Riodan. No, really, it does.
Ladies, gentlemen, satyrs, nymphs, naiads, gods, goddesses, demigods and demigoddesses(real word), I present to you, the 2nd chapter of Artemis Discovers Pertemis!
WARNING: This chapter might have content that some readers might find graphic or disturbing. Reader discretion is advised, but not recommended.
ALSO: No matter how it looks, this fic is NOT Pertemis.
Percy sneezed really hard.
Annabeth looked at him funnily. "Are you sick, Percy?" she asked. Percy shook his head, and she sighed. She was really hoping try on that costume she bought for Halloween. A nurse outfit... oh well.
They were sitting under Thalia's Tree. Annabeth cuddled further into Percy, and relaxed. They both smiled. It was a perfect moment, until...
A very loud, very feminine scream cut them off, "PERCEUS JACKSON! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Annabeth and Percy shot up.
"Oh, Percy, what did you do now?" Annabeth asked in despair as she noticed someone running toward them.
Percy, again, shook his head, this time in confusion. "I didn't do anything... at least, I don't think so." Annabeth sighed. Leave it to her to have a boyfriend that can sometimes piss off people without knowing it. Annabeth took out a pair of binoculars.
"Well, it looks you pissed of a... Hunter? Maybe Thalia..." Percy groaned.
"No, no, wait... holy Hades, is that... no way... oh, Percy, you're screwed." Percy groaned again. Not being able to take it any more, he ripped the binoculars off of Annabeth-she protested- and glanced into the lens.
Maybe if he had looked at Annabeth, he would've seen her ashen face, or the way her eyes had become wild with fear-fear for what she had seen.
Percy realized he didn't have to look into the lens. The... creature, was in front him.
It was...
"Lady Artemis? How can I-woah!"
She was slowly walking toward him in a menacing manner. She was wearing her Hunter's uniform. However, she was radiating a silver-white energy that was pulsing off her body. The energy began to take the shape of a wolf; it enclosed her, like an avatar of raw power*. But her eyes were the scariest. They were a blood red, full of malice, evil, and lust-bloodlust. And Percy, unfortunately, knew exactly whose blood she wanted-his.
She let out an unearthly howl-a wolf howl-and charged. Percy did the only thing he could. He ran for dear life, knowing she wouldn't hurt Annabeth.
So he ran, wondering what he did wrong.
Chiron assembled the campers as soon as he saw the beam of raw energy shoot up near the camp's borders.
"What do see, Will?" he asked the Apollo counselor. Will was looking through a pair of high-powered binoculars.
"Well, Chiron," Will began," I see something flying toward us-wait a minute, that's Percy... DUCK AND COVER!" The object(Percy) flew into the ground next to them.
BOOM! He was mostly iron skin, so when Percy slammed into the ground, he caused a huge explosion. The force of it blew everyone everywhere.
That's when the campers saw Artemis. And she was not a Happy Hunter. "PERCY! I'LL KILL YOU! JUST YOU WAIT!" After acquiring the information that she was out to get Percy-and Percy alone- they scrammed, even Clarisse.
Artemis loomed over Percy. The latter had taken quite some damage. Artemis just punched and punched, to the point where it didn't really matter that he had the Curse of Achilles. Several wounds littered his face, obscuring his vision. His body looked like... well, you couldn't see any tan. It was all red.
She had kicked him in the spot where Apollo's light never shines several times, which hurt like Hades without her 'over-nine-thousand-percent' power up. With the power-up, he was sure that he was not going to have babies anytime soon. Or ever. Oh, he was past screaming in agony. He had no breath for that. The only thing did to show his pain was letting tears of blood drip down his face. The only reason he hadn't died was because the only way for him to die was to be struck directly into his Achilles' spot.
A small crowd of the brave came to watch Percy's funeral. He lived a sad life.
Artemis dropped her combat avatar, and the scary look in her eyes faded. Then she sighed. "I'm sorry, Percy. I don't want to do this, now that I have the chance. But I must. Any last words?" The crowd gasped. Was Artemis really...
Annabeth let tears run her face. She had been done trying to get Artemis to stop. She knew Artemis wasn't going too.
Percy, even in the face of death, cracked a smile. "A question, Lady Artemis, before you kill me."
Artemis almost chocked in sadness. She didn't want to kill him, but she had read those fictions. He needed to go. "Go ahead."
"... Why?"
Artemis turned away, sudden'y ashamed of her reason. Then, she had the impulse to call Apollo and heal him. But her pride wouldn't allow it. This half-blood had tarnished it-directly or indirectly, it didn't matter. He did. That's what mattered.
Right?
"I... can't answer that, Perseus."
"It's alright. You gods and goddesses have your, reasons, I suppose."
A silence filled the air. Was Percy really going to accept that? Just like that?
Artemis broke the grief-filled silence. "I have a question for you, Percy."
"Shoot."
"Well... why didn't you fight back? Why didn't you resist?" Another gasp. Percy didn't fight back? He just let himself get pummeled?
"I can't answer that either."
"Oh."
Artemis sighed. Well, here goes nothing. The goddess walked forward and flipped Percy on his stomach, exposing his back. The crowd was openly sobbing now.
She flipped out a special knife that she rarely used, since it was meant for stabbing. But this was a bittersweet time to use it. She positioned it above his Achilles' spot. "Goodbye, Percy."
"Goodbye, La-"
"Just Artemis."
Percy smiled a smile that made most swoon, faint, or cry. Or all three. But Artemis just smiled back. "Goodbye, Artemis."
She raised the knife, and plunged it downward, toward Percy's Achilles' spot.
A/N: Change of plans. This will be a three-shot. MWAHAHA! Sorry, I just lazy to write onward. Don't worry! I'll update... somethime before the end of August. *dodges knife* Geez! Careful with those things! I promise to update as fast as I can. Promise.
