Annabeth was terrified. Her vision tunneled; she could only see one thing. The poison surrounding her no longer mattered, the murderous goddess only yards from her, the cliff only a few yards behind her. The intoxicating fumes were no longer pressing on her mind. The hunger she had previously felt had vanished.
The only thing on her mind, the only thing she could see, was Percy. Her caring, kind-hearted, boyfriend. It wasn't even him standing in front of her, her mind added detachedly, and slightly hysterically.
His skin was pale, not resembling Nico's completion, because he, at least looked alive. This was somehow worse. A type of pale you just knew was wrong, bloodless, stretched tighter than in should be, dull. In some places it completely gave away to bone—yellow bones, looking slightly cracked, dirt in some of the crevices.
All of his bruises—dark blue, red, purple, yellow, and green—stood out starkly on his gaunt skin, cuts, deep, shallow and in between—littered his body. Claw marks curled around his arms and legs, they dragged down his back, there was a hole in his chest where it looked like an arrow had pierced it, the two fang marks on his neck flared bright red, being one of his only injuries not covered by blood, most of the blisters had gone away by now, but those that still peppered his skin were alarmingly red and angry looking. His chest was bleeding profusely, dark red blood gushing from the deep claw marks Akhlys had left across his chest, stretching from top to bottom.
Newer scars showed up pink and raw. Dirt, grime, golden dust that now looked brown, and dried blooded was caked on his body. His hair was greasy, mostly with blood, the fact that he hadn't washed it in so long contributed as well, but there was also dirt clinging to it along with glittery dark brown dust she knew to be monster's remnants.
Percy's face was ghastly, but the hollow cheeks, bloodless white face, and sunken eyes weren't what scared her. His face held the inhuman look of insanity and blood lust. A cold grin twisted across his emaciated face, a grin that radiated murder, one that promised death and the pleasure to be the one fulfilling that promise.
His eyes might have been the most terrifying thing about him, though. They were glowing with power, swirling menacingly, fifty shades darker than they normally were. They normally were projecting happiness, looking so carefree, so filled with love—she could stare into them and feel safe, feel like everything was going to be alright.
Now, they were cold, hard, and narrowed in concentration and rage. He stared at Akhlys with the intensity of a snake, one that had already bitten its prey and was enjoying watching it die, watching the light fade from its eyes.
The poison that had surrounded them now turned around, flooding back at the goddess who had sent it. The flowers that had popped up were withering—all the poison they had held being drained out. Dark purples, bright oranges, deep yellows, royal blues, blood reds, acid greens were all succumbing to browns and blacks as they wilted as his command.
Akhlys was on her knees, the fumes of the poison rushing at her wracked her body with coughs, tears simply flowed down her face. Suddenly, they came faster, and all streamed right into her mouth. She was gagging at this point. The goddess of Misery's face shown with terror, eyes wide and alight with fear. Her face was pale and ghoulish, the places where she clawed at her cheeks were prominent as ever. Her thin frame was shaking, and her hands were at her neck, holding and clawing at it.
The poison reached her feet, and as it met her skin it sizzled, burning her, leaving the skin red and angry. She fell onto the ground and scrambled backwards, Akhlys wailed as she realized she had nowhere to go—the poison had surrounded her. Her eyes grew wider as the poison steadily flowed closer.
Annabeth backed away from, "Percy!"
As he looked at her, she shivered, his stare was macabre, she wanted to look away, but she couldn't. "Stop…." Even to her own ears, she sounded scared, her voice was hoarse, and it didn't hold any of the confidence or authority it normally didn't, it wasn't commanding—just pleading.
He glanced back at the goddess, as did she, the poison had surrounded her. It was approaching sluggishly, but slower than before. Almost as if Percy didn't want to miss what happened to the goddess when it flooded her completely. She stared into his eyes, pleading with all she had, "Percy please…."
Percy turned back to Akhlys, she had stopped choking and the tears streamed down her face more normally. She hadn't stopped coughing though, blood dribbled down her chin as she continued, a haze of toxic floated around her. He hesitated, then the poison stopped moving. A path appeared, it led right off the cliff.
"Leave!" was all Percy had yelled, and she was sent scrambling back to her feet, stumbling and racing down the path. As she fled the wilted flowers turned to dust and the poison evaporated.
The stumbled towards Percy, the horrific look in his eyes had faded somewhat, but it hadn't left. She gripped his arms, and stared up into his eyes, "Percy please don't ever…." And suddenly her voice broke into a sob, she didn't even know what to say, she never wanted to see anything like that again. Not from anyone. And certainly not from Percy.
"Some things aren't meant to be controlled. Please."
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