Chapter 3
Last chapter…
"Come out, cowards, Face me like a real heroes." I called out.
"Heroes, you know nothing of heroes, traitor." Annabeth stepped out of the trees.
"What in the Hades are you talking about?" I ask confused. The dream of last night flashing into my mind.
Other campers came out of the trees, Selina, Grover, Beckendorf, Clarisse La Rue, the Stoll brothers, Will Solace, Katie Gardener, all the campers, and the hunters. They were all armed, daggers, swords, spears and bows, even one or two celestial bullet shooting guns, were all pointed at him. If this was part of the game, it'd never included me before.
"You know exactly what, Traitor. You and your blasted father betrayed the Olympians. You are working with Kronos and the Titans." Travis Stoll said brutally, identical looks hatred on his and his brother's faces. No… the dream couldn't have been real? Could it?
I changed my grip on Riptide, the campers and hunters raised their own weapons, threateningly. "No… what do mean? I would never betray you, or Olympus."
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"Don't pretend, you've been helping your father to destroy Olympus, You must die." Annabeth sneered.
"Annabeth!" I exclaimed hurt. "My father would never betray Olympus, nor would I."
"Stop it, boy. You will find no sympathy in the people you called 'friends'. You will never leave this clearing alive" Thalia arrogantly scoffed.
I looked across at the faces of my seemingly former friends faces, no emotion but hatred shone through, they truly hated me. I felt something inside break. I looked into the eyes of my best friend, Grover, nothing but detest was there. Annabeth was just as bad.
I looked into their eyes, feeling betrayed, they were my best friends, they would believe me, wouldn't they?
"Annabeth, please, you know I would never…" I trailed off, after she glared at me, my efforts apparently in vain.
"What's wrong, Percy?" she said mockingly, "What, you didn't think I liked you? That I wanted to be your friend? Even you can't be that stupid, wait, yes you are. Why would I ever want to be your friend? My mother hates your father, with good reason. There is no way I would have anything to do with you usually. But you could help me. You had power, position and were a hero. You did make a powerful ally, both politically and in a physical sense. But, unfortunately, no more."
Annabeth smirked.
"Grover?"
He seemed to weaken at my plead, but his faced hardened.
"What? Why would I help you? You were a way to get my searchers license. A means to an end, you aren't worth the air you breathe. You are nothing, traitor" His face contorted in disgust.
I almost stumbled back physically, here was my best friends, the people I trusted with my life, and risked my own for them. It hurt so badly, to see them betray me like this. I almost couldn't bare the pain.
"Die, Perseus Jackson" Clarisse yelled. The other campers jeered and took up the chant. I began to back away, towards the bulrushes. I closed my eyes.
"Die. Die."
I couldn't take it, the pain was all consuming. They couldn't feel it, the pain of betrayal, the pain, I felt. They didn't know how it felt.
"Die. Die."
But they could, a voice at the back of my head whispered evilly. They mayn't have felt it now, but they could, you can make them feel true pain, the pain of within.
"Die. Die."
The darker side of me, was released, it brayed for blood, for revenge, to inflict pain on others, to prove my worth, to show the consequences of messing with me. My heart hardened, they falsely accuse me, after everything I have done. I was nothing to them, less than nothing. That meant they were less than nothing to me, I thought viciously.
"Die. Die."
My eyes snapped open. The campers who were approaching me, started. I looked into the bronze of my blade. I saw my reflection, my skin had paled and my eyes, they had changed, from their usual joyous sea-green, they were such a dark blue they were almost black. They had a glint of brutal arrogance to them. They made me look darker, and more dangerous.
I felt something touch my back, I looked up, the bulrushes poked into my back. The campers and hunters were closing in all around me, but behind. But what they didn't know was the lake behind me and that was important. Water meant life.
"Fine." I snarled, my voice dark and rough. Shock passed over all those who knew me. I had never spoken like this before, this was good. They stopped advancing, unsure of what I was going to do, this was very good. Because in any event, I was a child of the big three, I was stronger than most of the campers combined, and they knew it.
"You are nothing, you are mere pawns on a large board. You are pathetic, sniveling children who believe whatever you are told. You are sheep, and the gods, your shepherds, keeping you safe till they can slaughter you for their own needs. You used me, I saved you over and over again, and yet you throw me away like a broken toy. So be it. You will regret crossing me, you are weak and pitiful. Percy Jackson is dead form this day forth, I am nameless until I can be accepted without fear. Till I can walk free from false accusations."
The campers were visibly shaken, but their resolve was as strong as ever. They began to move towards me once more. Their weapons ready, their faces grim.
I yelled, "Suckers." And turned and ran through the bulrushes, to the lake.
The camp burst through the grass behind me and stopped cannoning awkwardly into each other realizing there was water, and were now for loss for what to do when I was near my natural element.
"Stay away from water, kiddies," I said with a smirk and a sweep of my near black eyes, "We wouldn't want you getting hurt, would we?"
I made a mock wave with my right hand, saluted and jumped into the water, ignoring the enraged shouts and the wiz of arrows that tried to hit me in the water.
I knew none would follow me here, I sunk to the bottom of the lake, knowing that even if they did they wouldn't have air in their lungs again, that was for sure. A chuckle burst from me as some thoughts crept into my mind.
Revenge, justice and retribution.
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