When you're at the end of the road
And you've lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul
Your faith walks on broken glass
And the hangover doesn't pass
Nothing's ever built to last
You're in ruins...
One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I
Did you try to live on your own?
When you burned down the house and home?
Did you stand too close to the fire?
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone?
When it's time to live and let die
And you can't get another try
something inside this heart has died
You're in ruins...
(21 Guns. Green Day)
Darkness swirled all around him, cold air whipped across his skin like angry claws. Percy wanted to scream, but as he opened his mouth his throat constricted and clenched leaving him voiceless. He reached his hands up to claw at his throat, willing it, begging it to ease so he could let his scream pierce through the howling winds and suffocating darkness. He needed a reassurance that he was indeed still alive.
It was silly really, his need to prove to himself that was still alive. He knew Artemis hadn't killed him, he knew she had transported him away from his little time haven. He knew he was alive. But in the moment, panic had set in and he wondered for the second time in his whole life, the first being when he had woken up after the change, if he was even really alive. Maybe he was just a ghost and maybe it was just his imagination that people, demigods and monsters and gods could see him. Maybe his soul was too far scattered, far too faded to have even made it to the Underworld, forcing him into a deep slumber where his mind had nothing to do but make up a new story. And now maybe he was waking up into the forever darkness, forced to watch as he just floated away, never to return to the fake world of his mind's creation. Maybe he was just nothing.
But as quick as the darkness came, as quick as his thoughts had bubbled to the surface of his wondering, it was gone and replaced by a bright light. And suddenly he wasn't floating any more, no, something solid was beneath him. The ground, he could feel the ground under his Nike's. He let a dragged out sigh of relief escape his blue lips and his pulse began to slow. Percy noticed that sound had once again slipped through his throat and out of his mouth. His tongue and mouth felt dry, his throat was hoarse (maybe he HAD been screaming), and his palms were covered in blood and sweat. He must've dug his nails, or claws, into his flesh in the moment of panic.
The light quickly slipped away and Percy instinctively raised his arms over his eyes to block the sharp rays of the sun. Color began to swirl around him. Greens, light and dark, blues, of skies and oceans, and golds like sand and sun. The world flooded his weakened vision like an ambush of wolves on an unsuspecting prey. He welcomed the world though, just as he might welcome death one day soon, the prophecy and all, and he liked the way the mention of wolves, his family left a warm, burning feeling in his chest.
He could see clearly now that was indeed in the woods over looking the ocean at Camp Half-Blood. The sun was baring down on him, like Apollo was trying to get him to wake up and get his ass moving. The sharp, crisp smell of the ocean flooded his nose and let in a deep breath. He didn't know when he was going to be by the ocean next, if ever. He reached down and picked up a handful of sand before letting the tiny grains fall through his fingers. An hourglass he supposed. And he didn't have much time.
The buzz in his ears was beginning to fade only to be replaced by the soft waves against the sand and quiet rustle of leaves and branches in the trees. He could hear the voices of campers, they appeared to yelling, shouting, screaming, and crying. He directed his hearing back in the direction of Camp. The sound of swords clanging together, the sound of flesh being torn, the blood hitting the ground like the rain he knew back in Washington, the sound of arrows hitting their mark and the bodies hitting the floor. Monsters roared, and demigods either screamed curses, cried in horror, or sobbed, but he could hear human laughter as well indication that Kronos had demigod help as well. The bastard.
He turned and ran to the direct of the fight, the center of all the blood and angst. The metallic stench of blood invaded his wolf-like smell along with something else. He could hear flames crackle and he could smell the smoke swirling with the oder of burned flesh. The Camp was on fire.
He ran faster, all of his muscles, human, demigod, and wolf all working together to pull his through the forest and into the clearing as fast, faster even, than a speeding silver bullet. He had one mission: kill.
The Camp was a sight from his worst, Tartarus-induced, night-terrors. The over-powering stench of blood, death, and burning flesh would cause any normal human to run away and throw up until their in-sides came up too. He noticed Clarisse, the daughter of Ares who threatened to skin him alive when he first arrived at Camp for the first time in 100 years. She was fighting viciously against two demigod boys who could have children of Ares as well. Percy noticed, to hi shock that she had light, barely noticeable to the human eye, tears leaking down her face and he knew that these boys were her brothers.
She caught his eye in one moment, almost freezing in shock, before regaining her composure and giving him a nod. He returned it before heading out into the battle on his own. In the center he could see Thalia, Nico, and Annabeth, oh gods, Annabeth, fighting back to back against the army of bloodlust driven monsters. Not much unlike himself.
Thalia and Nico were fighting a female demigod with long black hair and red eyes like some of the hell fire from the Underworld. He could see Nico trying to reason with her, tears plastering his pale face and as called to the demigod. Percy realized in horror that the demigod was indeed Nico's beloved sister, Bianca. Percy was frozen as his little sister attempted to strike down her brother and Thalia. But he was knocked out of his horror when he noticed Ian.
Ian was sneaking up behind Annabeth with a dagger. She was unsuspecting to the danger her boyfriend was inflicting, and focused on the monsters in front of her. Anger bubbled and threatened to explode all over his body. He began to shake and before he could remind himself of the consequences, his whole body rippled and ripped from the shape of a young teen to a powerful, large, kill machine. He leapt at Ian, an ferocious, thunder-like roar ripped from his throat and echoed across the battle field. Everyone in the Camp froze to see what had caused such a noise.
Annabeth froze as the giant, midnight wolf leapt forward, claws like daggers and gnashing teeth ready to rip her throat out. She knew she was done for. She prided herself on her battle skills and strategy, her quick wits and escape plans, however, she hadn't noticed the beast before and it was already midair and position against her, it's massive weight carrying it at her faster than she could sprint. Despite the prospect of her impending doom, Annabeth almost welcomed death, especially in the form of such a beast. At least she would be with Percy. Percy... The wolf had eyes just like Percy's...
The wolf however appeared to not be interested in her at all, as it sailed over head. Annabeth knew such a wild, smart creature would not have just missed her, it hadn't planned on hitting her from the start. She ducked just for good measure as it tore through the air and hit something behind her. She wondered if maybe this wolf was actually on their side, that their had been some monster behind her she hadn't been aware of and that the wolf had just saved her life.
But as she turned around, she stood frozen in horror as the wolf's razor teeth easily slid into Ian's shoulder like a knife through butter. The son of Poseidon screamed in pain, a silver and bronze dagger slipped out of his hands as the beast picked him up and shook him. Annabeth could see his eyes rolling into his head and as his blood drenched the ground and the wolf's mouth. The blood seemed to excite the wolf as it shook him harder before tossing him on to the ground, ready to attack again.
Annabeth might not like the son of Poseidon but she knew that she had to save him, she had to prevent at least one casualty today. She let out a battle screech and launched herself at the wolf, right as the beast picked up Ian again, this time by his other shoulder. The wolf seemed to freeze, it's deep ocean eyes training on to her and she faltered. Those were Percy's eyes...
She gulped back her tears and let her anger at his death come through. How dare this wolf posses his eyes, so perfectly, so innocently and try and use them against her? She launched her dagger into the wolf's neck.
The wolf immediately dropped Ian, leaving him there to bleed on to the ground as Will Solace, a brave soul, stepped forward and quickly retrieved him without the wolf noticing. The wolf roared in pain and whirled on her. Hate, betrayal, disgust, and oddly enough love flashed in it's eyes making the beast appear all too human like. All too Percy like.
The hate and betrayal burned the brightest in it's eyes and suddenly Annabeth couldn't move. She could see Percy in those eyes and she felt her heartbreak. But her survival instincts told her to strike again. So she raised her dagger, knowing that her best chance was to take out one of it's eyes. She could hear Nico in the background calling out to her. She wasn't sure about what it was about, all that she knew is that he sounded horrified, panicked and broken.
The wolf snarled at her, crouching low, it's eyes trained on her and only her, but she could tell by the way it's ears flickered and it's nostrils flared, the beast would know it if someone was sneaking up behind it. She couldn't let the wolf have the first move, a blow delivered by such a powerful and lethal beast would easily kill her, even if she managed to strike it's eye with her blade.
So she launched herself again at the midnight creature, ignoring Nico's desperate wails, and thrust her dagger with all of her strength towards it's right eye. The wolf had little time to react as her knife descended. It launched up, it's mouth opened wide, it's teeth baring ready to tear her face clean off. But she caught sight of those eyes again. Clouded by hate and anger, they swirled like angry waves that threatened to pull her in and drown her, but she could see the hurt and what looked like the dislike at having to attack her. She knew that she'd never want Percy to look at her like that, so in a moment of weakness she did the one thing you should never do in a fight: close your eyes.
But judging from the lack of pain on her face and neck and from the sickening squish of her blade hitting it's mark and the wolf's cries of pain, she knew she had done it. The wolf's blood splattered her face and she forced open her eyes to see blood dripping from her hands and dagger. The wolf was twisting on the ground in crumpled heap, blood covered it's face as it's roars became less and less animalistic and more... human.
Annabeth could feel her heart pounding, her breath coming out in ragged puffs. She could hear Thalia's panicked screams and turned to see for a moment that Nico had collapsed on the ground. The female demigod they had been fighting looked stricken, her horror-filled gaze flickered between Nico and the wolf before she collapsed as well.
Thalia looked up and met Annabeth's eyes, expecting her to smile, she could the monsters retreating, the battle was over, but Thalia glared at Annabeth, hate burned angry holes into Annabeth's mind so forcefully that she tumbled. What was going on? The crowd gasped in horror and Annabeth turned her line of sight back to the wolf. Tears burst into her eyes and a horrible sinking feeling set in.
Instead of seeing a wolf laying on the ground, instead was a raven haired teen, snarling and clutching his right eye. It was Percy.
Ian burst through the crowd, stumbling and his eyes threatened to droop. He was sickly pale from the blood lose but somehow managed to get up. He looked horrible but the sick grin that covered his lips caused her to take a step back.
"I told you!" He called out to the crowd of horrified campers. Annabeth glanced around for Thalia only to find her leaving the crowd with Nico and the girl over her shoulders, as she stumbled to get them to an Apollo kid.
"I told you he was a monster! A traitor!" Ian crackled. "Now you see, he tried to kill me! He tried to kill Annabeth!" Annabeth was frozen in horror. It really was Percy. She had stabbed Percy twice, she had almost killed him. He almost killed her. Now she understood the wolf's, Percy's, reluctance to attack her. She stumbled backwards until she hit the ground.
Percy started to get up, his face and hands covered in blood. Ian struck out at him with his blade cutting across Percy shoulder but Percy didn't fall down. He snarled at Ian.
The sound of hooves arrived soon after and the Camp turned to find Chiron, looking shaken and stricken.
"He's a monster! He's a traitor!" Ian continued to shout and the whole of the Camp quickly joined in, brandishing weapons and hurtling insults at the son of Poseidon. Chiron tried to call for order up the Camp was in an uproar and judging from the scene around him Percy had done something BAD.
"What is going on?" Chiron boomed. Ian turned to face the centaur,
"Don't you see Chiron? Percy, my dear brother, is a werewolf and he tried to kill me! He tried to kill Annabeth!" Chiron didn't want to believe it but he could see the evidence as clear as day.
Percy snarled. "There's more to it you fucker!" The crowd screeched in outrage and threatened to close in on the young werewolf. "You tried to kill Annabeth! I saw you! Why else do you think I would attack someone on my own side, despite how much I dislike you?"
But the crowd won't hear any of it, shouting names and curses at him. Percy turned to face Chiron, desperation evident in his features, his one eye was wide and pleading. But Chiron only turned away. Percy couldn't believe it. His mentor, his father was rejecting him. Percy glanced over to see Annabeth staring at Percy in horror and his gut twisted. He really was a monster.
He couldn't find Nico, Bianca, or Thalia.
Monster...
Percy straightened his back, his bangs shadowed his face and his features darkened. He clenched his hands into fists after removing his hand from his right eye. Annabeth winced when she caught sight of the damage she inflicted on the man she loved. A single bloody eye-socket was where his eye used to be, blood drenched his face almost making him unrecognizable.
"Fine." His voice was dark filled with suppressed anger and hurt. "Fine." he repeated. "It won't be my fault when you lose the war." he glared finally around the area before he sprinted back to his cabin and came back out with all of his things. Quicker than lightning he was by Thalia's tree. He turned gave them one last sneer before he was gone.
Annabeth couldn't get his eyes out of her mind, burning with hate, anger and betrayal. Black flooded her vision and her head hit the grass.
Percy couldn't bare to use his wolf form, he couldn't stand the sight of such a monster. The lady at the desk handed him his ticket back and moved on to the next passenger on the train. Percy sighed, being careful to keep his eye, or lack there of, covered with his and hoodie. He rested his head against the window and watched as the rain assaulted the window and thunder clouds rolled over head turning the world shades of grey. It was just as well.
He turned up the volume on his ipod until he was sure his eardrums were bleeding. He played Green Day's 21 Guns over and over, occasionally switching to My Chemical Romance's Disenchanted. He fingered the letter that the pack had given him before deciding there was no point to read it. He was going home anyways, going to Washington, back to the pack. But he was never going to go back to camp.
Well I was there on the day
They sold the cars for the Queen
And when the lights all went out
We watched our lives on the screen
I hate the ending myself
But it started with an alright scene
It was the roar of the crows
That gave me heartache to sing
It was a lie when they smiled
and said "You won't feel a thing."
And as we ran from the cops
We laughed so hard it would sting
Yeah yeah, oh oh oh oh
If I'm so wrong
(So wrong, so wrong)
How can you listen all nigh long?
(Night long, night long)
How will it matter after I'm gone?
Because you never learned a goddamn thing
You're just a sad song with nothing to say
about a life long wait for a hospital stay
and if you think that I'm wrong
This never meant nothing to you
So go, go away, just go, run away
But where did you run to?
And where ride?
Go hide another way, but you pay
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
You're just a sad song with nothing to say
about a life long wait for a hospital stay
and if you think that I'm wrong
This never meant nothing to you
At all
At all
At all
At all...
(Disenchanted. My Chemical Romance)
THE END!
Author's note: Well would you look at that, Whispering Secrets is done. Finished. It's through. Yay! I actually made it! And to all the readers out there, thank you for sticking by me and my laziness, and after rereading the story, crappy writing. It'll get better I swear. But here's the news:
The sequel, Warring Secrets, however will not be up for some time. Lacking of inspiration and I figured it would be better if I had most of the story written, at least half, before I start posting so that way you guys won't have to wait that long once the story is up.
Next order of business: Kisses Like Summer Rain and Bulletproof are going on Hiatus. Sorry. I'm not giving up on then, hear me, NOT, but with inspiration, I figured this was easier. Bulletproof will be taken down for editing and I'm debating on whether or not Summer will come down as well. Probably not, unless I deem it poor and in need of help.
Next: Just because I lack inspiration for my Percy Jackson stories, doesn't mean I won't be writing. You might even see a PJO one-shot once in while too. However where my train of writing has gone is to more Hunger Games, meaning, there isn't enough Gale and Katniss fluff and I plan to change that. I ship it, deal with it. Other stories revolve around my bands: MCR, Green Day, and Blink-182. You'll probably see some stuff for Paramore, 30 Seconds to Mars, Panic! At The Disco, and possibly Fall Out Boy and Linkin Park. But lots and LOTS of My Chemical Romance.
I even have a 5 part story ready, planned, plotted, and in the process for the Killjoy-verse. That might be up soon, who knows? And to anyone who might want to read but don't have a clue about the MCR-verse, Green Day world, or any of that, don't worry most of the stuff with be fiction and you won't need to know the bands or the music to read it. There might be a joke or two that only fans will get but other than that, feel free to check them out please!
So a final apology to the readers who stuck it out and continued on through my lame story and crappy updating skills. And sorry about any errors in the story, couldn't send it to my beta.
THIS NEXT PART IS FOR MY BETA, READ IF YOU LIKE, BUT IT'S PROBABLY BORING! (Sorry)
Ok so here's the thing. My computer crashed and I got a new one, but I lost everything. My email was programed into that computer meaning it is no longer reachable and I can't set up a new one for the time being. However on the new computer I can get into my account to update. Thank God. So until I can get this fixed contact me through my inbox, OK? I don't know how you'll Beta but I hope we can work this out. Also if you don't want to Beta, if we can even get it to work, for any of my newer stuff, it's completely understandable.
Talk to you later. Emma
TO THE READERS:
Love you all, thanks for reading and reviewing and I hope this new chapter didn't disappoint.
See you guys around,
~Peace, Love, and Percy~
Emma
