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POV-Annabeth
Confused. Fed up. Angry. Frustrated.
Very good ways to describe me right about now. I twist I my bed to look at the back of Luke's dumb head.
It's nighttime, about midnight, I've been trying to sleep but I just can't.
Today I sentenced Perseus, Percy, or whatever to death and two hundred lashes. I can't sleep.
Through the whole trial I had flashback after flashback. And I swear there is a feeling in the pit of my stomach that says I'm doing something wrong.
Thats because you are!
Shut up.
Oh for the love of Zeus I can't get Perseus voice out of my head. Every thought I've ever had for the past six hours is all about what Percy told me. I mean what Perseus told me. (And then there the fact I keep getter no his stupid name mixed up.)
That I dated him on the ship. Athens is falling apart.
That I dated him is hard to believe enough. That Athens is in danger is just plain impossible. Athens, yes hasn't been as strong as when my Mother died but my father was trying. And now I'm going to finish it.
So why do I feel like I'm missing something.
I growl, throw the blankets off me and head to my closet. I look through my clothes. Nothing seems to catch me. Till I find a brown shirt and some black pants.
It's Lukes, I can tell but I find myself not caring in the slightest. I throw that on (Even though they are too big for me) grab some comfortable shoes and start walking the halls. Maybe if I tire myself I'll go to sleep.
I sigh as I walk around. It is so weird how this morning my mind was set on one thing and now I'm losing my mind because my mind is split into two.
Half of me is a bunch of gibberish. Like I'm hearing someone talk under water. That side of me try's to get a word in but I don't understand because it's so hard to hear. It nags and pokes at my memory to remember something.
The other half doesn't even now what to believe anymore. It feels like I did the wrong thing to ignore Percy, that side feel like something or someone isn't telling me something.
Unlike what I told myself, I have been obsessing over what Perseus told me. That Athens is in trouble. That has been bugging me a lot.
What is wrong with Athens? Why is Athens is danger? Who is coming to take over the kingdom?
But the biggest thing bugging me is whether percy was lying about the man from the ship. I still can't believe I might have been involved with a pirate. I have no evidence that proves other wise or that proves that I did.
I just have my flashbacks.
The man in them is kind, gentle, caring, loyal, lovable, silly, funny. Then I look at Perseus and I see, dull, dead, emotionless, rude, broken.
How are they the same person?
His cheeks are red and puffy, his hair has lost is adorable messiness and now it's just messy, he is staring off into space like he's waiting for something to happen and he's paler than... than... Gaaaaaaa who the heck is pale on the ship, it's right on the tip of my tongue! A few tears brim my eyes but I suck it up, it's okay. I think to myself, that is, until I glimpse at Percy's eyes.
I draw in a harsh breathe once I see them. They are stained red and practically dead. They hold no life or anything, just dead. He blinks a few times and that's how I now he's alive, but that just draws me to the fact that he has multiple bruises cupping his face and that he has big blue/purplish bags under his eyes like he hasn't slept in a few weeks.
I stop myself from moving.
That was definitely Perseus but that wasn't while he was in a jail cell.
But the only times I've seen him is in his cell, when we made the deal, when I talked to him in the carriage and when I was in my cell. That wasn't on any of those places.
And why did I act like I care about his well being?
My head hurts. This has been happening all day. I've had more flashbacks today's than I had in all the time I had flashback combined. And none of them make sense!
Sword fighting a short boy, with black hair, pale skin and black eyes. My brother handing me an eyepatch, a hat and drawing a few lines of grey hair no on my face. Multiple conversations with multiple people. Climbing a bunch of stairs. Looking over a big city. Waking up in a weird room.
I don't get it. Someone's (though I don't even know who the other person is anymore) lying to me.
I have debated on whether I should talk to Percy but he's going to be executed tomorrow afternoon and takes his lashes in the morning.
I flinch. I always hated giving people that type of sentence. How bloody and raw a person back becomes, I can't even imagine two hundred. Luke was actually the one to give him that sentence, if I really wanted to whip him, I'd just give him twenty at the most.
I've seen people get that sentence and live to tell the tale. The scars that cover their back.
His back is criss-crossed with scars. Long, short, thin and thick, white scars. Some are faded, some are still bright white. Some look deep. Some stick out of his skin and some bend down.
It's not ten scars, it's not fifteen, and it's not twenty. It's hundreds, hundreds on top of each other, going over each other.
The cloth of Percy shirt covers his back and he turns around to see me staring. I realize I'm sitting up and my mouth is a little open.
He frowns and snaps his fingers together to get my attention.
"You alright Annabeth. You look like you just saw a ghost." Percy asks. I gulp and nod a little. I hold up my finger and sort of point at him.
Perseus again. Why... where.
Those scars. Oh Zeus those scars on his back. How in the world did he get those.
Percy is about to say, his voice shaking and cracking. Noble Gabriel draws his fist back and make his fist connect with Percys jaw. Percy falls to the floor, a bruise already starting to form on his cheek.
"Yeah, Uhhhhhhh, there from a lot of things... Mostly from Gabriel." Perseus mutters the last part softly. He lays back down. He sees my face and gives me the a caring smile. "I'm fine. I don't even remember how I got over three quarters of them, I'm sure it's not that bad anyway."
My head starts to throb.
Im even more confused. Wasn't Gabriel his caretaker before he stole the ship? So did he run away from Gabriel, so he wouldn't get abused anymore.
Why am I not surprised? I actually mean that. I've met Gabriel. I always thought he was a good person, why am I remembering that he's a monster and I'm not surprised.
Why is Percy all of a sudden in most of my flashbacks? Where did the one of him getting hit come from?
I hate these flashbacks. I really honestly do. They leave me with headaches and questioning things that shouldn't even matter.
Why don't I have any memories of being in a prison cell? What is wrong with Athens, if anything? Why do I keep getting Percy and Perseus mixed up?
Is Percy Jackson telling me the truth and we did have a relationship?!
He had long midnight black hair, that curled around his ears and deep sea green eyes, that looked like they had waves rolling in them.
That was Percy. That describes Percy pretty well, I think that was the first time I saw him. He was looking down at me, thinking about whether he should bring me onto his ship.
It still doesn't answer my question. I groan and keep walking. I hate not knowing things. I hate that I'm doubting myself. I hate that I don't understand my feelings for the Pirate captain. I hate thinking we were in a relationship. I hate thinking we weren't!
I aimlessly. Letting my mind wonder and explore. On my little walk I pass guards and servers who have yet to retire to there own beds. A few(and by a few I mean two) asks why I'm up and look at my choice of clothing like I'm insane.(I tell them the honest truth. I can't sleep because my mind is going haywire) while other glare, sneer or walk by me like I'm not worth the light of day to them. Some look at me sadl, shake their head and continue walking by, trying to avoid my gaze.
Its frustrating. I can't walk down the halls anymore without being glared at or being looked at with much disappointment. They look at me like I killed there father or something along those lines. The whispers and tense glances don't help.
I wish they'd just tell me if something is bothering them. I know they didn't act like this before there's a big hole in my memory bank.
Why did life get so complicated? Why do I have questions that will probably never be answered? Why am I so confused!? I wish I never got on that ship! It would've made my life so much simpler.
Wait, no. I'm thinking about this wrong. I don't wish I never got on the Argo ll. I wish my mom never married Frederick.
I wish I never left the ship! I wish I stayed with my friends! I wish I became a permanent member and never came back to this stupid palace! I wish I had my three brothers with me! I wish Percy begged me to stay on the ship! I wish I remembered the first time I really saw the real Percy Jackson and not some lies to cover up the crews motives. I wish that doctor never brainwashed me, again! I wish...
I stop mid step. my friends.
Piper and Calypso continue playing there weird game of cards. It's interesting to say the least.
Calyspo had two cards while Piper has one.
Caylyspo seems nervous as she sets down a six on top of another six. Piper yells with anger as she draws another card. Then throws the new card into the card deck, a two.
This is one of the most interesting, intense game of cards I've ever seen. And the guards back at the palace are pretty competitive with sort of thing.
Calypso smiles and sets down her last card, a ten.
"Ha!" Calypso yells, As she does a little victory dance in her seat. Piper throws her last card down which is a three. Some spectators, leo, Nico, Travis, yell with happiness and tell Jason, Will, Rachel and Katie to, "Hand over the shiny money."
Jason, Will, Rachel and Katie grumble as they hand over about six gold coins each.
The ship.
The crew yelled goodbye as loud as the dared because I saw some of Frederick ships nearby and they left quickly. Within the half hour they were out of the dock and leaving
The freaking Doctor.
I have to constantly be reminded of things but I just end up forgetting. I can't drink that stuff anymore. I'll forget everything, I'd rather die. I can't do this anymore.
"oh princess, it's okay." The doctor says soothingly. "You'll forget all those horrible memories soon." Tears stream my face.
"Help!" I scream. "Please someone please Help." I beg to the people holding me down. They all roll there eyes.
"Trauma is such a horrible thing, you'll feel better soon." The doctor smiles. I wonder sometimes if he really understands what happened to me, or if he's just going the extra mile in brainwashing. The doctor walks over to me and brings the drink to my mouth. I clamp my mouth closed and scream into my mouth.
"Now don't be like that." The doctor sighs. I can't forget everything, I can't, hold onto the last piece Annabeth.
"Stop, don't you see your scaring her." I hear Danielle yell. They ignore her because one of the guards uses his free hand to force my mouth open. The doctor pores the drink into my mouth and my gag reflex makes the drink go down my throat.
"See it wasn't that hard." The doctor smiles. I cry harder, and scream louder. No, no, no. I can't forget everything, I can't.
I start to gag to try and get the dumb potion out of my body but my eyes start to droop.
no, no, no. Stay Annabeth! Don't forget! Don't forget!
My body starts getting heavy.
No, no, no! Don't forget!
My heart beat starts to slow down.
No, no, no! Don't forget! You can't forget Percy!
Forget what? Who's Percy?
I fall asleep.
Percy. Jackson.
"I need to tell you something." He goes and says his voice cracking. Well then thanks for putting me on the edge of having a heart attack. What! "Please don't hit me or kill me or worse." He finishes, with his eyes pleading for me to agree.
"I can't promise that unless I know what it is." I point out. Gaining control over my emotions a bit.
Of course this has nothing to do with me liking him. It's probably has to do with more information. Stupid crazy girl!
Percy closes his eyes and opens his mouth. He opens and closes his mouth trying to find the right words for whatever he wants to tell me.
Percy opens his eyes and just stares at me. After a few seconds I bite my lip.
Why is he so nervous?
"Don't get mad." He repeats. I decide to nod. Might as well, I mean we're not going anywhere right now.
Percy grabs my head gently and... in a second... I feel something on my lips. Soft and rough. Gentle.
My head is a mess.
Perseus. Jackson. Is. Kissing. Me.
Stupidity. Very angry. Regret. Guilt.
Very good ways to describe me right now.
It comes washing me like I've been hit with a wave.
Oh my gods. Percy.
Without a seconds thought I find myself sprinting to Percys cell.
I remember. I remember. I remember. I remember. I freaking remember!
The Argo ll. My relationship with Percy. The crew. My brothers.
My supposive father. I thought he was sick and shady before... this... this goes beyond everything he's ever done to me. Then to have me sentence Percy.
Why didn't I believe him!? Why did I treat him so horribly?!
Oh gods I promised to never be the reason he'd reach his breaking point. I promised myself I'd always be there when his nightmare got at there worst.
And what the heck have I been doing! Me getting caught! Luke the idiot words that should not be mentioned, telling Percy I betrayed him. Me getting brainwashed and then Will getting caught for whatever reason.
Gods I have never felt so stupid. Not even when I figured out about Frederick. The idiot!
don't get me started on Percy. Please don't. I really don't want to remember the fact he wants, begging, to die, or his dull lifeless green eyes, or or anything else I've said to him the last few weeks. I don't think I'll be able to handle it.
Finally getting to the dungeon wasn't very fun. Remembering the time you spent down there while your mind was slowly getting rid of important memories isn't a fun experience.
Running to Percys cell was about as hard as you can imagine. The memories hurt.
Especially since I remembered the time I called Percy a cruel, useless monster. Oh gods. What have I done.
When I do get to Percys cell, no guards are there, probably realized there was no point in it or couldnt look at there captain waste away in a prison cell.
Which is the lowest definition of what Percy is doing.
He's wide awake. Looking up at the ceiling with no hope or life. His hands resting on his stomach and his feet laid flat across the bed.
He doesn't seem to realize I'm there but I've learned not to make guesses around him like this. It will just end bad. Very bad.
He continues to ignore my existence but it just gives me time to really look at him.
The bags that rest under his eyes. The stress and tension that paints his face. How his chest rises and falls in deep shallow breaths likes he's trying to make himself get rid of all oxygen.
Dead. He looks dead. A walking corpse. It brings tears to my eyes.
"What now." Percy interrupts my thoughts. His voice like his looks is dead and emotionless. "What could you possibly want this time. To..."
"I remember." I state with a force. Percys eyes widen and he instantly sits up. "And I'm going to kill you, right after I get you the heck out of here."
POV-Malcolm
Do to certain events we decided to take a carriage back to ship. We don't think we can walk that much, plus Percys letter pretty much drained us of our energy.
So the whole ride was silent. No one moved or talked. The whole five days.
Everytime someone remembers Percy and what he did just bring tears to their eyes. Everyone feels like the hope has been drained out of us.
Forget the fact we can all go to Athens, anywhere in Athens and not have to worry about getting arrested. Forget that Annabeth has probably been told about Athens and will start fixing it as soon as possible and everyone responsible will go rot in a prison cell. Forget all that. Because our best friends just killed himself because he reached his breaking point. And none of us saw it. None of us.
How much I want to find him and kill him for everything he is worth. Which is a lot.
The carriage stops and we know we've arrived at the docks. We all hop out. Nico with the letter clung close to his chest.
Nico blames himself. But we all have a feeling Percy would have done it anyway. He did admit that he had the plan already. Hasn't really helped. For any of us.
The ship is still there it looks the same, so why does everything look different. Oh right, because it's always has been and always will be Percys ship.
Some of the others are messing around with each other on deck. Some are practicing and other are just sitting around talking.
We all walk up to the plank that connects the ship and the port.
I start walking up, Thalia close behind and the others following shortly after. I get within a few feet of the dock when I get noticed by the others.
They stop their conversations and turn to us. Smiles spread across their faces then anger.
"Where is he!" Clarrise yells. "I swear to the gods I'm going to kill him in a slow painful..." I flinch at her description.
Lashes. They Are considered torture, to us anyway, and Percy will definitely be getting those before he's executed. If he hasn't already.
Some see our sad faces and Hazel burst into another round of tears. Nico hold out the letter to Jason who is right in front of his sister, who is leaking tears.
Jason hesitatly takes it and opens it. Some people go and gather the crew members who aren't on the deck. Jason's turns to the other as he reads the suicide note to everyone who hasn't heard it.
All smile, all joy dies in a few seconds.
My vision blurs and I feel something run down my face when Jason chokes on 'take care of Annabeth.'
I still think annabeth might be able to knock the idiot back into his sense.
So why do I have an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach that tells me other wise?
Ahahahahahahahahahahh!
Done. Going to go hide so I don't die!
hope you've enjoyed, sorry for mistakes.
Ahh a gun! *Runs away*
Bye
-Kayla.