A/N: Disclaimer: I do not own PJO. Rick Riordian does.

Hmm...there seems to be a sight problem. There is not enough...how should I state this...death in these stories. So, I thought, why not a two-in-one? Prepare to see both Frank and Jason die!

"Come on, big guy! Move it now, Roman!"

Jason Grace willed Frank Zhang to hurry up. He hated to think this, but Frank was dragging him down to his death. Gaea's forces were right on their heals, screaming bloody murder and charging at them full speed. Eager for blood, that's what they were.

Porphyrion was in the lead, yelling a war cry while waving his huge battle spear. "Romans, prepare to die! Your blood will be spilled for mother Gaea's waking!"

"Frank, come on! What are you doing? Hurry up!"

Frank was starting to slow down, hobbling. Jason saw the cause: two arrows were sprouting from his leg, and Frank was trying hard to run on one foot. That was not good. Blood was dripping from the wound onto the ground, where it sizzled like eggs in a pan and turned golden.

"Thank you, Frank Zhang." Gaea's voice shook the ground beneath their feet. "I am awakening..."

It was true, Jason realized. Gaea's voice already sounded less sluggish and sleepy as it did before.

The Giants cheered. Victory for them seemed inevitable to Jason, and the monsters seemed to think so, too.

Jason watched as two more arrows flew into Frank's other leg, almost making him fall down. More blood spurted out from his legs. Frank stumbled and landed on one knee, face pale, teeth clenched in pain. Jason stopped, and drew his sword.

"Jason, go! Leave me, I can handle them!"

Jason knew Frank couldn't handle the Giants all by himself. Even with Jason they would probably get crushed.

Jason had about five seconds to decide, Gee, should I stay and fight or run?

He decided on the less cowardly act and the more Praetor-y act.

"Jason, stop!" Frank yelled, sensing the son of Jupiter's intention. "Turn around, go and save yourself!"

But Jason knew he couldn't do that. A good Roman never abandons his teammates and friends, and neither do good Greeks. Jason knew he was both.

Jason ran back towards Frank. Upon getting to him, Jason leveled his Imperial Gold sword and got into a combat stance next to Frank's wounded figure.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy?" Frank asked.

"Probably."

Frank sighed, realizing there was no changing Jason's mind. With difficulty, he drew his bow and drew an arrow onto it, aiming at the monster horde.

Jason narrowed his eyes and slashed as the first of the monsters reached them.

Jason thought they were actually doing all right. The first wave of monsters were all dead; killed by either Dragon Frank, Archer Frank, or...just Jason.

The second wave then charged out, this time in a much more orderly fashion (meaning stumbling forward in a rough mob.) "ROAAAAAAAAAAAR!"

Jason stabbed a shelled ghost as he charged and and then spun out of the way as a Earthborn attempted to stab him. He whirled and sliced, vaporizing monsters into dust and grain. Finally, after killing three hellhounds, five more Earthborn, and a whole lot of grain spirits, Jason was saved by the most unlikeliest person.

An Earthborn had sneaked up on Jason and stabbed at him just as Jason spun around. The sword would've went clean through Jason; however, at the last moment, the Earthborn and his spear crumbled into dust. "MINE! THEY ARE MINE!" Porphyrion bellowed. He cracked his gigantic knuckles together, grinned like a maniac, drew his spear, and advanced. The monsters cheered on for Porphyrion and formed a circle around the three fighters.

"Too bad that there are two boys and not a girl." Porphyrion mused, slowly circling the pair as they stood their ground. "Alas, we just have to make do. Two heroes' deaths would surely be amusing to watch..."

Thud. Thud. Thud. His feet slowly stomped around them. He seemed to be enjoying it and was taking his time, like a cat playing with a mouse...right before the cat ate it. "Will I crush you? Or maybe just stab you...and mangle your body...yes..."

"We need a god. Or a plan. Probably both," Jason said to Frank, ignoring Porphyrion's taunt. Thud, Thud. "What do you think?"

Frank thought about this for a second. Thud. "Nothing, buddy. Just fight."

Jason stared. Seriously? "No offence or anything, but that's a terrible plan."

Before Frank could respond, both heroes were knocked off their feet by Porphyrion's spear shaft. "HAHAHAHA!" laughed Porphyrion as the heroes got back up. "Cat got your sword?"

Jason charged at Porphyrion. Porphyrion laughed. "You think you two heroes could actually defeat me? Well, you can't." He swept his spear at Jason, but Jason jumped over it, willing the air around him to push him up and make him fly. Lunging, he attempted to decapitate the Giant King, but the shaft of the spear blocked Jason's sword and sent him spinning through the air. The monsters around them cheered loudly.

Frank let loose six arrows, each one finding a slit in Porphyrion's armor, but it affected him like bee stings and only made him madder. With one mighty swing from the spear, Frank also was sent flying. Jason watched from the sky as Frank landed right in front of a monster in the crowd, which earned him a kick in the ribs.

Frank didn't get up as Porphyrion stalked over, completely ignoring Jason. "HAHAHA! Here lies another puny hero that dares challenges King Prophyrion!" Porphyrion announced over the thunderous noise of the monsters. Then he turned in a circle and beamed like a maniac at all of the monsters.

Jason, meanwhile, was watching as Frank lifted his head slowly and notched his last arrow onto his bow. Just as Porphyrion finally decided to check on what Frank was doing, the hero let loose the arrow, which flew right into Porphyrion's eye.

The Giant roared in pain, ichor dripping from his eye. He picked up Frank in one swift motion and impaled him with the spear. Right through the chest.

Aboard the Argo II, Hazel's Point of View

The Argo drifted over the desert terrain almost lazily. GO FASTER! Hazel wanted to yell. For all she knew (And as we actually do) Frank could be dead at this moment. And of course, Jason too, but Jason seemed almost like a second to Frank.

Piper was pacing the deck nervously, but that was the only thing that made her look worried. The look on her beautiful face was controlled, and she wasn't twitching or anything (weird for ADHD demigods.)

Leo had promised them that this was fast, but the landscape didn't tell much about how fast they were going; after all, all desert sand look the same, so there was no way to tell if they were moving or not.

Suddenly, Hazel heard something in the distance. Was that...cheering? Piper perked up as well, so Hazel guessed she wasn't going insane.

"Yes, girls, I hear it. Fetus picked it up already." Leo's voice crackled over the loudspeaker.

The ship lurched and then began to speed up.

Jason felt numb with shock as Frank's body was removed from the spear and thrown aside. His hear melted with misery.

Frank was his friend! They had served together, laughed together, fought together...

...except he was gone now.

All because of Porphyrion.

Jason's heart reforged itself out of anger. He would avenge Frank. He would mangle the Giant's body. He would kill him slowly. Painfully. Until every person the Giant had ever killed was avenged. Porphyrion would pay.

He felt electricity spark around him, fueling him with his anger and power. Storm clouds began forming, and lighting flashed. Thunder boomed. Venti swirled around, watching the fight with interest. At this moment, Jason could almost fell the power of Jupiter, Zeus, flowing through him, telling him to do what was right. Zeus was, after all, the god of law and order (even though he had affairs with about 10000000000 people.)

The sword in his hand flashed. And he charged.

The first strike would've cut through titanium armor, but Porphyrion was able to block it with his weapon. Then, the Giant swept the spear at Jason, Jason was forced to fly up into the air.

Jason yelled, raised his sword and pointed it at the heavens. A lightning struck the sword, tendrils of energy hitting Porphyrion and the front circle of monsters. Porphyrion roared in pain and then staggered back.

"You..." Jason struck Porphyrion with lightning.

"..little..." Another strike. Rain was now pouring harshly, pounding against everything. Thunder boomed.

"...bastard!" Jason arched his body, now electrified and literally glowing with electricity, sizzling rain around him. He concentrated all of his energy into his trusty sword and threw.

Mars, still grieving over the death of Frank, happened to look down from his throne and notice the sword flying at Porphyrion. Anger made him decide to do something about that sword. Hey, he thought. Didn't it take a god and a demigod to bring down a Giant?

Mars vaguely remembered throwing his spear at Porphyrion.

Just as Leo opened fire with all the cannons on the Argo II.

Porphyrion yelled in pain, and the floor beneath him cracked as he fell to his knees. "AARRRRGGHH!"

Jason made the mistake of trying to stab Porphyrion. Charging right at him, Jason never saw the spear that impaled him right through the chest.

Instead, he fell from the sky, spiraling out of control, landing in the sandy remains of Porphyrion. Porphyrion's hand was the last thing that disintegrated, still in the throwing position that killed Jason Grace.