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Chapter III
Well...Shit. He's Dead. But at Least I Got My Cool Water Tornado. Weeeeeeeeeeeee

The battle had started with Demigods and Gods working together. But the Gods could only fight for so long before they had to hand it over to the Demigods.

But with handing so much responsibility into such ill-equipped hands, even at the multitude that they had, it was truly a rigorous and challenging battle.

Percy found himself in the heart of it all, hiding behind turned-over school busses to reorganize himself and prepare for the next round. He panted heavily, sweat drenching his hair and making it fall into his face. He already sported several wounds, one of the more severe ones being where a Hellhound had grazed him with its giant claws.

Luke joined him only moments later, and Percy would have wondered how Luke had found him if Percy wasn't already so used to it happening. This had been happening for years now. 'Percy in danger, Luke find!' seemed to be his mindset. Not that Percy was complaining. It had saved his life countless times.

"Luke?"

"Yeah, Pearce?"

"If you die, I'll kill you." Percy murmured, glancing at the taller, older boys wounds with a wince.

Luke snorted. "You can't kill me."

"I can hurt you."

"Eh."

"Just...be careful, okay?"

"Course. I can't let you fend for yourself with nothing to help you. That would be a disaster."

Percy snorted, wincing as explosions when off around him. He sighed, banging his head against the school bus.

"We're gonna die…"

"No you're not. You know I won't let that happen." Luke said, waving it off as though it wasn't even a possibility while Percy just stared at him with a raised eyebrow. He wondered how most people would react to that. He was too used to it by now.

Percy sighed. "Well, let's go." He said, shaking his head and standing up, helping Luke up with him. "Let's go kick some Cyclops eye." With that, Percy charged with Luke following like the stupid people they were.

But, they put up a valiant fight, in the end. Slashing their way violently through monsters of all kinds as they slowly worked their way to the Manhattan tower. They were creeping alongside a lake when it happened.

A cyclops and a group of emposi teamed up on them. The emposi wouldn't be hard at all to handle, it was the cyclops alongside them that caused the problems.

Sweat dripped into their eyes, their torn clothes showing gaping holes or wounds in a grotesque manner. Percy had been tackling the emposi, who hissed and spit at him as he swung his sword, Anaklusmos, at them rapidly. Luke had always commented him on his skill. Said he would need it in the future, since he seemed to have the God of Mischief watching over him.

He wasn't wrong when he had said that. Truly, the worst of luck seemed to follow him like a shadow. He had started to wonder if his string had been difficult to knit, and so the fates had decided to roughly handle it, tarnishing it horribly.

But either way, the quickly-developed skills came very much in handy. But they only went so far. Percy struggled with all the emposi, the constant sounds behind him reminding him that Luke was taking on a full-grown cyclops behind him, and wouldn't last for long if Percy didn't at least contribute.

It took Percy two frighteningly long minutes to get them all to dust and come to a lapse of monster-income to be able to aid Luke. He turned around just in time, as the cyclops was picking Luke up. Percy lunged forward, stabbing the monster in the leg. The cyclops shouted, and ending up throwing Luke in the air with a pained cry.

Percy would never forget Luke's scream as he free-fell towards hard cement. Percy felt helpless and he dodged the cyclops and tried to figure out some way to save his only true friend.

But, alas, it wasn't within his power. Luke fell to the ground, landing his a sickening crunch. Percy felt his throat clog up as he stared at the dead body, blood flowing out from Luke's head, painting the blond hair red.

Percy felt an influx of an emotion he couldn't pin-point, but he later assumed it was anger. He stared up at the cyclops who was huffing, his vision painted red.

A truly animalistic scream left Percy's lips as he felt his power surging through him. His instincts took over, he felt as though he had no control in his own body as he was blinded by power.

His arms raised above his head, and the water in the lake behind them gathered rapidly, swirling and twirling in an unnatural tornado of New York murky lake water. The rapidly spinning waters gathered around Percy, shocking the cyclops still. Percy was soon lifted into the air, above the lake, a hundred feet above the ground. He surveyed the vast carnage and damaged with red-tinted vision, and felt a vindictive pleasure flood through him as he manipulated the water around him to crush the surrounding monsters. Luke's body flashed in front of his eyes as if on replay, and it was with a scream that echoed throughout the battle that the water rained down on the monsters in a deathly shower.

As Percy hovered in mid air, the water supporting him, sword raised in his hand, he felt the power leaving, slowly receding throughout his body. The water started to dissipate as fast as the monster's body, minus the golden dust shower.

Percy felt himself falling, falling, falling. Into the depths of the murky lake waters, landing with a thunderous sound and a violent splash. His world turned back as he watched the surface above him rapidly turn dark as he sunk lower and lower.

The odd power surge left his body, leaving him feeling helpless. But before he became totally unconscious, his eyes snapped open from their previously closed position, revealing startling, shining, poison green eyes. The water surged around him again and he was enclosed in a air bubble. He blinked around himself, only to feel the sand-dollar growing hot in his pocket and some weird creatures swimming up to him.

It was a bone-deep sorrow. It made his heart ache and his limbs feel like lead. Even as the battle finally came to an end, and he made his way wearily to the elevator that would take him to olympus, his friends by his side, he felt himself swaying, eyes closing as grief washed over him. He was numb to the people around him. Deaf to their voices.

Luke was dead. He was gone, never to come back. His best friend, killed so easily. How come it was such a shock to Percy? He should have known. People always get hurt around him. Luke certainly had. Not harshly, but he had been injured. Percy realized he had sort of thought that Luke couldn't die, in the back of his mind.

It was a childish thought, but Percy hadn't realized that it had been in his head all along until now.

It was only the light pulling to his arm that made him aware that they had reached olympus. He trudged up the steps, Annabeth tugging lightly at him arm encouragingly. As he stood in front of the Gods, he felt rage burning inside him. Bone-deep rage. If only they had helped out more. There would have been less monsters. The battle would have been won sooner. Less people would have been hurt. Less dead.

Luke might have survived.

But they hadn't. They had sat up here, watching, and beyond the grief his anger skyrocketed. He begrudgingly bowed when prompted, but he stood as quickly as he dipped, his head bowed and eyes set in a narrow line, surveying the thrones around him.

He hardly listened as the conversation went on around him, only contributing when he had too. He didn't care what was going on. He was tired, angry, depressed. His ears perked up slightly when he realized the Gods were giving out gifts, but that ceased to interest him once he reminded himself they couldn't bring anyone back.

What they were offering though, surprised him. Immorality. They were offering immorality. Instantly, Percy realized that no, he didn't wish for such a thing. But then he realized. Luke would have wanted him to take the chance. Would have wanted him to seize the offer with both hands.

It was with Luke in mind that he released a puff of air, straightened his back, and accepted the offer. Zeus raised his hand, and Percy closed his eyes in preparation.

In an instant, Percy felt something was wrong. His eyes snapped open, no longer sea blue, but a glowing, poisonous green. Zeus hadn't even lowered his hand yet. Percy fell to his knees, a small, sharp scream leaving him as pain engulfed him. He felt as though his brain was being pushed outward, as though it was being forced to expand way beyond it's natural size.

Percy clutched his head, curling into a ball as his head pounded. His body felt too small. He felt as though he was going to explode.

He crumpled to the ground, strength leaving him. He hardly heard the screams all around him, the worrying voices and panicked shouts. He wanted to laugh. Pathetic. They were scared, over him? He was fine. He was more than fine.

His eyes flickered open, watching the surrounding people. Oh, this was hilarious. They had gathered around him in a misshapen circle, the towering forms of the Gods watching from above. Annabeth was kneeling next to him, hands on his temples. Odd. He couldn't feel her hands. But that didn't matter.

He wanted to laugh. So he did. It was a deep, back-of-the-throat laugh, that startled everyone and caused Annabeth to fall back away from him, hands snatching back to her sides. He laughed harshly, arching off the floor and moving in sporadic, jerky movements. He finally struggled to his feet, giggles still leaving him, hands over his mouth and a killer grin stretching his face.

"Percy?" It was like water clogging his ears, but he was able to make out the words.

"YES?" He realized he didn't have to shout, but this was more fun, making them jump back, startled.

"What happened to his eyes?" He heard Athena murmuring behind him. His ears were fine now. In fact, he thought he could hear the sound of nymphs scattered behind the doors, running around, his ears were so attuned.

"MY EYES? WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY EYES? DO YOU NOT LIKE THEM, LADY WISEY? I THINK THEY HAPPEN TO BE QUITE THE PRETTY COLOR!" Percy shouted, laughing and giggling as he jumped around to face Athena. She stared at him with hard, narrowed eyes.

"Percy! What did you just call my mother?" Annabeth whisper-shouted at him.

"LADY WISEY. IT'S A NICKNAME, WISE GIRL. OR MAYBE OWLHEAD IS BETTER." Percy clutched his stomach, giggling yet again. He was making himself laugh. This was amazing. The shocked faces of all those around him were just too much. "What, do you not like nicknames, Annabeth?" Percy asked, smirk playing his features. The yelling was starting to hurt his throat, and he was getting bored of it anyways. "Maybe I should call you Anna now. Or maybe just Anne. Beth? What about Beth?"

"Percy, stop it! What happened to you?" Annabeth asked, reaching out to touch him and then pulling her hand back.

Percy jumped back away from her approaching hand anyways, skipping slightly. "Ah-ah-ah. No touchy. And lots of things, Annabeth. The only difference is that now that Luke is dead, well," Percy laughed. "I have no. One. To. Stop. Me." Annabeth and those surrounding her, Thalia and Grover, took several steps back, a dark look casting shadows over Percy's face.

"Perseus! Stop this nonsense immediately!" Poseidon demanded, and Percy skipped around to face his father, an insane smile adorning his features once more.

"Ah, father dearest! How was it, sitting up here all nice and cosy while ALL THESE CHILDREN RISKED THEIR LIVES, WHILE YOU SAT ON YOUR ASS DOING JACKSHIT?" Percy shouted, and in a influx of power Poseidon was thrown off his feet and slammed into his throne, head knocking off the back of it with a loud, hollow sound. Percy snorted.

"You're all useless. You do nothing besides cause stupid power-wars. Grow up." Percy growled, twirling around smartly on his heel and walking quickly towards the exit.

"Percy! Stop!" Grover cut in, grabbing Percy's arm. Percy did stop, not wanting to hurt the satyr. "Percy, your eyes are bright green, and not their usual green. Like leaf green. You're not being you. What happened?" He spoke quietly, quickly, aware now that Percy's mood could change with a simple choice of words.

"I'm not entirely sure. I just know I have a lot of power now. And I like it. The Gods messed up. But I'll make sure that they pay for what they did. Eventually." Giggling, Percy pried his arm gently from Grover's grasp, and skipped out of the room, laughter growing and sounding more and more crazed with each note, before he vanished with a woosh of air.