Ok I'm redoing this chapter (#3) to make it the⦠ENDING! Dun, dun, dun!
Thanks for the comments. Everything is appreciated.
Annabeth stood there in shock. Her captor, Luke, was clutching his side breathing heavily, while Percy lay on the floor motionless. She tried to rush to his side, but Luke held her back.
"Its not worth it Annabeth. He has already lost too much blood. If he's not dead yet, he will be soon," and with that he turned towards the front doors, pushing through the crowd, with a struggling Annabeth behind him.
"Let me go you horrible creature!" she screamed, trying to do whatever it took to break free of his grasp. She knew it was all over, but the thought of her love, lying there, dying, on the floor was too much for her.
Still the crowd around them continued dancing, seeing nothing of what was happening before them. Annabeth quickly and quietly drew a dagger from her boot. It was amazing how many places your could conceal a weapon! Without wasting any time, she used her free arm to place the dagger against her neck. If Percy wasn't with her, she saw no reason to be here either.
Luke whirled around, noticing Annabeth go limp. It took him only seconds to take in the situation. She had killed herself, right then and there. She was gone.
His despair was apparent right away. Even after all the work he had gone through to get her back, it wasn't enough. He released her hand from his grip, letting her fall to the floor at his feet. Was killing Percy really worth it he wondered, staring at her beautiful face.
He rushed out the door, not looking back. Already trying to forget what happened that day. Never was he heard from again.
Ok, tough ending there. Hopefully it makes up for the slop chapters im cutting out. Now off to write a Harry Potter fanfic, which is what drew me back here. Lol! Stay in touch!
Max~~
