Ah dangit guys I'm sorry I've been gone. I've been updating Impossible like crazy and I've started writing a new story so argh this story just kind of fell away from me. Plus Time of the Doctor feels and Sherlock series 3 feels omg guys.

Have you ever just shipped something so hard that you started crying because that's how I feel about Rose and the Doctor while writing Impossible. And I know this probably makes absolutely no sense to you guys but I really need to vent and I just updated Impossible so I have to vent to you guy omg.

So yeah, on with the story.

Chapter 24

Leann's POV

"Connor." I whispered, trudging through the dark, empty room. "Connor, are you there?"

I stepped in something sticky, but couldn't see what it was, so I bent down and put my finger in it. It was warm.

"Ew." I whispered quietly, thinking it was some kind of slime or… puke. I wiped my finger on my pants and tiptoed forward, following the trail of the sticky substance.

Suddenly a smell hit me like a blow to the stomach. I gagged. It smelt like sulfur and… blood. "What?" I whispered quietly.

I stepped forward and hit something. I tripped and hit the ground, and almost screamed when I felt what I had landed on.

Suddenly I could see around me, and then I did scream. I scrambled up and hit the wall. Lying at my feet were the cold, still, and bloody bodies of Connor, Percy, Annabeth, Travis, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and countless others.

You did this. A raspy voice said. The voice laughed evilly. This is your fault.

"No." My voice came out in a whisper. "No." I repeated, louder this time. I shook my head and closed my eyes.

You let them die. The voice said. Or you can die in their place.

I tried to plug my ears. This couldn't be happening.

Die in their place. The voice repeated.

I looked up at the dark roof. Die in their place. I repeated in my mind. Die in their place.

"Ok." I said. "I'll do what you want."

Good choice. The voice said, and if it could have, I was sure it would have smiled.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, as if I was being stabbed repeatedly. I grit my teeth, trying to cry out. Tears streamed down my face and my knees buckled. I hit the floor with a dull thud. I kept myself up by pressing one hand to the floor. I put the other where I was bleeding.

Suddenly Percy was standing in front of me. His eyes were dark, soulless pits. "It's not enough." He said. My head exploded, metaphorically. It hurt so much, and I collapsed onto the floor. I curled up into a fetal position and gripped the sides of my head with my hands.

"No." I whispered. "Stop."

Your brother is right, young demigod. The voice whispered again. Your sacrifice is not enough. You must all die.

"No, we made a deal!" I cried out.

Yes, but I had my fingers crossed. The voice teased.

"It's your fault, Leann!" I heard Percy scream.

"Your fault!" Connor and Annabeth repeated.

"No." I said quietly.

"NO!" I shot up in bed.

Percy flailed around and fell out of his bed, taking his sheets with him. "What?!" He yelled, suddenly gripping his sword in his hands.

I didn't answer him, I just started crying. I felt a hand on my shoulder. "What is it?" Percy asked quietly.

Again, I didn't answer him, just cried harder. Percy put his arms around me and rocked back and forth until my crying was reduced to tiny hiccups.

"It was just a dream." I answered at last, and Percy pulled his arms away.

"No, it wasn't." He said, studying his arms with wide eyes.

"What?" I asked. "What is it?"

Percy looked up at me and then back at his arms. I followed his gaze and screamed.

Percy's arms were covered in blood.

Ok this chapter just did a backflip and went the opposite direction that I intended it to go. I have no idea where this came from, but I like it and I hope you do too.

I may do a double update. Or maybe even a triple… but don't get your hopes up.

If you have time, reviews are welcome.

Over and Out! ~Greek-Whovian