House Of Hades

by evil-pink-robot

Percy and Annabeth are stuck In Tartarus while the other 6 look for the doors of death. Slight cornyness. This is my first fanfiction. It's a work in progress. If the plot line is too wacked up to understand, create your own plot-line to follow, or just pretend you know whats going on in the story. Almost Crack!fic, and Percy!whump throughout. BEWARE:Some cursing

10. So Close

I've been watching this british show skins, it keeps almost making me cry! This is really hard to do. I am not emotionally provoked easily, but this show, jeez...its just...I can't even...whatever.

Annabeth

No. This can't be happening. It can't. We've been through so much, I thought these bastards wanted us to fucking save the world! Why are they taking everything away from us now? This is impossible.

Percy

You know how in the movies, when someone gets shot, everything goes silent and in slow motion. And you see people screaming silently, and the person falls, and wakes up in a hospital. Everything feels like that, except, instead of silence it's Let Him Fly by the Dixie Chicks. What? I can like country to! The other difference is that there's no chance I'm going to wake up in a hospital. How depressing...(queue blackout.)

Annabeth

I charge my way through the huge wall of monsters surrounding Percy screaming triumphant calls, "We have killed the savior! We have killed the savior!" Then I scream. And I kill them all. "Hows that for killing your savior Gaia, you crazy bitch!"

I kneel down next to Percy, then the tears come. A gruesomely beautiful silver, now red, dagger sticks out of Percy's torso. Suddenly I feel a soft touch on my cheek. "W-whats wrong w-wise girl?" His voice rasps. I gasp and look at him. His eyes are wide with worried innocence. "Nothing seaweedbrain. Nothing at all." I smile through my tears. "G-good, I hate it when y-your sad." I give a shuddered gasp at the desperation of our situation, and Percy's obliviousness to everything but me. Percy finally notices the silver blade sticking from his stomach. "Oh." He gasps in pain "Oh." "Annabeth!" he panics. His breaths grow rapid and shallow, his face grimacing in pain. "It's ok, your gonna be ok." I try to comfort him as much as I can, stroking his forehead. I feed him ambrosia and kiss him. Kiss him like there's no tomorrow, which for all we know their might not be. His eyes finally close. And I sit and cry. Because they might not open again.

Nico

When the boat finally gets close enough to the ground we all jump off and sprint as fast as we can to the glowing, shimmering doors, fading in and out of existence. We see them, we see Percy and Annabeth. They're about a-hundred feet away. We're so close.

That was probably the most dramatic chapter I have ever written. It must be Skins. That show messes you up.