Hi! I posted my sister's story last night, it's called Percy the Unicorn. A quick message about that: flame and I'll kill you with the knife collection I keep beside my bed. I am dead serious. Now, I still need to talk to SavingGrace and see what she says about me posting her story. Votes would still be awesome though! She loves each one! I own nothing and enjoy the story! PS: in case you didn't see and want to know, my other sister Panda86 has a story on my account as well. Flame and I'll kill you. Swear on the Styx. PPS: maybe two more chapters, not including this one.

WARNING! Lots of sexual references. Sorry. Ran out of ideas to make him angry.

Percy's POV (little before he woke up)

I've felt death today. By helping my cousins live, I almost killed myself. Now you may be thinking, at least you're alive again right? Thats what I should be thinking. Instead, I'm thinking about how great it felt to be rid of the wars, the pain, the pressure of everyone looking up to you, the hurt feeling of not being able to show fear or pain or hopelessness. Do you know how hard it is to be the strong one, when all you feel like doing is cry? Or scream? Curse the gods and everyone, everything? Thats why, when the fates appeared before me giving me a choice, I couldn't choose. I wanted to die, to be rid of all this pain and pressure. But on the other hand, how could I do that to my mom, dad, Thalia, Nico, Jason, camp, but most of all Annabeth? How could I hurt all of them so much for my own selfish reasons? So instead, I told the fates I'd wait. Even if it hurt the people around me, at least it won't be worse than dying. I'll still be alive, just not awake. In a semi-coma, because unlike a real coma, I can wake up whenever I want to.

Since I was in my mind, I conjured up a bench to sit on so I could easily hear every noise surrounding my unconscious body. I heard Apollo kids (I think) rushing around in the infirmary. A few times I heard Nico and Jason pop in and say words of encouragement. That made me feel worse. How could I be here wanting to die, when these people are working so hard to keep me alive?

Once, in a time of silence, I heard Thalia come in, begging Annabeth to take a shower at least once. I was shocked to hear that Annabeth hadn't showered or left my room for over five minutes since I almost died. Well, I did actually die. Not almost die.

I might've zoned off in my mind just a little bit, because the next thing I heard was chaos. I tried to listen to exactly what was going on, but I couldn't understand any of it. Suddenly, the fates appeared.

"Perseus Jackson," they spoke in one creepy voice, "it is time to decide. Are you going to live or go to Hades?"

I thought for a moment. I opened my mouth to speak, but they cut me off. "Before you decide, think this: whatever you choose will have it's consequences. The pain if you die will be greater for the living than for you. The pain of living will be much greater for you than the pain for everyone else. What do you choose?"

I bit my lip, thinking hard. "I choose... I choose to live."

The three fates gave me a grim smile. "You are truly the most loyal demigod to have lived in all of history. Live well Perseus and never give up."

I sat back down on my bench, wondering when it would be best to wake up amid the chaos I could clearly hear.

"Maybe as soon as Annabeth comes I'll-" I was cut off by a voice behind me. Slowly, I turned.

Standing behind me twirling a sharp black sword was a male with black eyes and black hair. His skin was tanned like mine and he wore a black hoodie and black jeans along with black Converse sneakers. For once, the black hood was down, allowing me to see the evil evident in his eyes.

"Hello Percy," he spoke coldly. I shuddered at the sound of his voice.

"What are you doing here Wrath?" I responded harshly.

"Why, this isn't the welcome I expected. And to what I am doing here, this is your mind. This is my home, my prison. I've been kept here for years, waiting to strike for a third time. What is it they say in that sport you used to like? Strike three, you're out. And if you're out I'm in. I've been sensing your restlessness inside Percy. I also know your thoughts. You want to be there for Annabeth and your mother and everyone else, but you also want to die. To leave behind the pain and sickness, the guilt and pressure. But the guilt will never fade. That's why, if I take over, you won't have to choose. You can still be with Annabeth and you can finally relax,but you won't die. Isn't that what you want?"

I thought it over. It does sound like a pretty sweet deal. Not die, be with Annabeth, no have to go through pain again and again. Still, I relented though. I knew he would never follow through with this. The last time when it happened at camp, I was partly in control. This time, I'm weaker now. I'm an easy target. If Wrath takes over, it'll be 0% Percy in there, 100% Wrath, and everything that goes with it. I couldn't let Mom, camp, Poseidon, and mostly Annabeth go through that. Not now, not ever.

"It's not what I want. What I want is for you to leave forever."

"But I'll never be gone. Not truly. For if I'm gone, you'll come with me. A part of me is in you, so if I go, you do too. So the only way for me to leave is for you to die. And what would happen to Annabeth if that happened? Mom and Paul? Poseidon and camp? Hm? If anything had happens to them, it's your fault. Is that really something you want on your chest Percy? Let me take over. I'll protect them." Wrath held out his hand towards me.

"No you won't. You'll wreck camp. You'll hurt everyone I love," I glared.

"Not everyone."

"Who won't you hurt?" I asked suspicious.

"Annabeth. She and I can have some fun together. I'll show her a good time, unlike you," Wrath snarled.

I glared my death glare. "Don't. Touch. Her."

Wrath smirked. "When she screams for more, I'll-"

I cut him off, uncapping Riptide and lunging towards my other self. He smirked again and blocked. I sliced up and down at him, but he kept that idiotic smirk on his face and parried each strike. We sparred for a few minutes, slowly moving towards a small room in my mind. The fates had told me that when (and if) I want to wake up again, I just walk into the room and my boys will wake up. That at is the same exact room Wrath and I were tumbling towards in our fight.

When i realized where we were headed, my pulse started to race. If Wrath gets in there before me, it's over. I'll be trapped within my subconsciousness forever, or at least until Wrath either dies or falls into a coma, but what are the odds of that?

I jumped up into the air once we were within five yards of the room and started to run into it. I took barely one step before Wrath grabbed my ankle and I fell down. Wrath copied me by trying to make a break for the door, but I held onto his feet. He fell down on his face. In a desperate attempt of freedom, I hopped up and made a run for it. I didn't hear Wrath get up behind me. The black-eyed me jumped onto my back and we both tumbled to the ground. We started to roll. Magically, the door opened when we were within 5 feet of it. I gasped and closed my eyes, trying to push away my other self.

I fell into the room, then a flash of light signaled something happened. My eyes slowly opened.

I was in the infirmary. Looks like I pushed that demon inside of me away. Good. Suddenly, a pain erupted in my head. I gasped then doubled over, clutching my head like my life depended on it. Someone screamed. It sounded like a male, and I kinda sounded like me. Maybe it was. I don't know.

Wrath started speaking in my mind. "You don't like it when I talk about Annabeth? Let me tell you what else we'll do..."

Wrath continued to fill my eyes with scenes I can't describe unless this is an M rated story. But this is only T, so... Use you imagination. Let's just say, it's beyond PG-13. Way beyond, if you get what I mean.

I screamed again, not in pain, but rage. In my moment of anger, my one green eye started to flicker between the original green and Wrath's black. How my eye(s) changed color like that, I've got no clue whatsoever.

Annabeth screamed. I caught glimpses of her wet curly princess blonde hair and concerned grey eyes. Her clothes were wrinkled and disheveled, but to me, she was still beautiful. More lovely than Aphrodite.

But she has a boyfriend, I reminded myself. She loves him. He probably loves her. I should've expected this. I've been gone for a few years and i knew she'd move on. Not that I'm sad about it or anything. I'm... I'm fine. *cue internal sobbing* Oh wait, you're still here? Woops. You saw nothing.

"Poor Percy," Wrath mocked. "Little Anniebeth got herself a new boyfriend? And she left you behind? Wah wah wah. Poor little Percy. Don't worry. Annabeth will forget all about her new boyfriend as soon as she gets a taste of me."

'But how will she get a taste of you if she has a boyfriend? Annabeth is loyal to those she dates,' I wondered.

"I've got my ways. After all, she has to be alone sometime."

'You're going to rape Annabeth?!'

"Only at first. Once she gets a taste of a real man, she'll forget all about you and her new boyfriend. She'll beg for more. Beg. If she doesn't, I've got a few ways... Yes it will be fun having your body..."

i was so horrified I forgot the pain in my head, slowly coursing through my veins. I screamed in rage. 'No one touches Annabeth until the day she is yours. If you do before hand, you're as much as a basturd as most if the Olympians.'

Wrath scoffed. "She's mine as soon as I gain control. That's when I'll get her. I don't care who's watching, where we are, but she'll love me. She'll love me until I'm done. She'll love me even if she doesn't want to. I'll sneak into her cabin at might and she'll love me then, even if she's asleep. I'll find her walking around camp sometime and if she doesn't want to willingly love me, I'll knock her unconscious then I'll love her. She'll bear the scars to prove our love, or my love if she's unwilling. But know this, where ever she goes, if she's unprotected, she'll love me. Who cares who's with her. Who cares what she's doing. Even if I'm gone, she. Is. Mine. Know this, Annabeth is mine. Forever."

I screamed. The scream shocked the other part if me and I gained control. Both my eyes turned green again and I collapsed on the stiff white bed. Panting, I scanned the room. I saw Annabeth next to me, my worried cousins behind her. I looked into Annabeth's eyes then grasped her hand. My eyes then slipped closed.

My dreams were filled with Wrath's threats coming true. Each time I woke up, I was drenched in a thin layer of cold sweat. Each time, Annabeth was there sleeping and holding my hand in a death grip. Each time I saw her I smiled despite my nightmare. She'll always be there for me. Always.