Some people wanted Percy dead, and some alive. I'm sorry to disappoint you if it was not what you hoped for. Thanks.
***VERY IMPORTANT***Also, I'm going to change the title for some reasons, so most likely the link to my story will not work. If it does, please tell me, because... I really don't want the old link to work...you can say I'm trying to hide from someone, which is sorta half-true.
Oh, and, I'm sorry for the late update. I was watching Akame ga Kill!, an anime, so I got really caught being said...enjoy.
Third Person POV (Yeah, I've been doing this a lot, but...I promise the next one won't be.)
Thalia opened her eyes, disgruntled.
Yawning, she mumbled, "Who woke me up?" She closed one eye, and blearily kept the other one open. She scanned around, with no memories as to how she got there. Then her eyes fell on Nico, who was staring into apparent space. That is, until she saw what occupied his attention span. He was staring at a bed.
Well, a cot, actually, surrounded by drips and wires, machines and a few chairs. She was on one of them.
All the wires, the beeping, the green substances in the drips…they all pointed at a pale, deathly figure with locks of raven hair matted with what was looking very like blood.
Percy.
He was bare-chested, but gauze and bandages obscured most of the view. Gauze and bandages that were bloodstained, in fact. All wrists were either bound up, bloody, or pierced through with wires of all sorts, of all purposes. His boots were gone, and both were replaced with casts. He only wore boxers, because his thighs and shins were all bandaged, too.
"Man…he looks like a human mummy," Thalia observed quietly, as memories rushed back. There was him found dead on the floor, him being treated urgently…her waiting the longest time for him to wake up…and Nico surprisingly very calm and seemingly as if he knew it was going to happen.
"Percy? Of course," Nico gave a faint smirk. It faded quickly, though, when Thalia asked,
"How long have I been out? How come I don't remember anything about them reporting his injuries or anything of that sort…I only remember finding him and the healers treating him."
"Well…after you saw him ankle you sorta…just…passed out…"
"He was in bad condition…ankle torn…other one broken…and worse…he was poisoned." Nico's eyes shadowed over as he reencountered the isions that swam underneath his eyelids. He remembered…
"Percy! Wake up, man! Percy!" Thalia shrieked in disbelief as her cousin bled thoroughly onto the highly polished floor. Raven hair matted with blood, several cuts still flowing from the head, slashes up and down his body, and his ankles most utterly destroyed…he fell. With those wounds, his life force bled out.
"Order…" Percy uttered disorientated, and that was the last of his sea green emeralds before they were buried deep beneath his eyelids, and the two generals did not know whether they would see them resurface ever again.
"What did he do to you? Speak, Percy!" Nico, too, was panicking.
Pandemonium began as whispered hauntingly filled the room, some ghastly, some mortified, some scared, and some in shock. Their captain, their kind captain…lying on the cold floor…was nearing his death. And the scary part? They could do nothing to save him.
As Thalia and Nico pressed with intense pressure on all the wounds possible, Thalia felt Nico suddenly untense and give up his positions, standing up.
"What are you doing? His life depends on us!" Thalia screamed. "Come back and help! What's wrong with you? You devil!" She continued to rant on as Nico stood there, rooted to the ground, his boots seemingly as heavy as tons. His head was spinning as he was forced to realize…the true cruelty of the Fates, of destiny.
"I wonder if he'll be in Elysium…" Nico whispered.
"Don't tell me… you're giving up?" Thalia cried in despair. Nico gave a feeble nod.
"Even now…I can feel him suffering…and his life is drifting away from him…" It was true. It was like his lifeline was a helium balloon, in a child's innocent hands. But…the Fates ripped it out, and cackled as they released it into the air. It floated up…and up… and up…until Hades reached his mighty godly hands and yanked it deep, down, under.
"Well, the least we can do for him is let a healer check him up..." a soldier quietly whispered.
A girl, wrapped in her own silky blonde hair, with blue startling eyes, ice-cold, snorted. "As your comrade, I'm not surprised you're still optimistic." Though a glint of humor was shelved in her words, they were still bittersweet. "After all…" She didn't get to finish her sentence, as a healer, masked in green, pushed her aside.
"Lord Alpha!"
"Do what you can," Nico ordered.
"I will not fail you!" He quickly assembled his things, and with Percy, quickly disappeared with a flash of purple. Thalia followed suit quickly, but Nico paused, looking back at his team, solemnly and silently regarding each and every one of them with his hazel eyes, gazing into the depth of their soul.
"Watch out for danger," He said quietly, before slipping away into the shadows.
"It seems like he didn't die," Nico murmured. "I guess I was wrong." Though he acted calm, inside he was exploding. He was stronger than he thought, and that made him…oddly, proud. Nico didn't know why, but he still felt weird. Percy wasn't exactly alive, he was on the brink of death. He just wasn't in the underworld yet, so he couldn't exactly be dead. But since he was stripped of a heartbeat and a pulse, stripped of any activity, he was not alive. Nico did not know which one to choose.
"I'm so glad, too." Thalia grinned, and stood up, refreshing her sore muscles. Grimacing, she added, "How long WAS I asleep?" Nico tilted his head slightly up.
"Hm…about maybe an hour?"
"Good. I want food."
"It seems like he didn't die," Nico murmured. "I guess I was wrong." Though he acted calm, inside he was exploding. He was stronger than he thought, and that made him…oddly, proud. Nico didn't know why, but he still felt weird. Percy wasn't exactly alive, he was on the brink of death. He just wasn't in the underworld yet, so he couldn't exactly be dead. But since he was stripped of a heartbeat and a pulse, stripped of any activity, he was not alive. Nico did not know which one to choose.
"I'm so glad, too." Thalia grinned, and stood up, refreshing her sore muscles. Grimacing, she added, "How long WAS I asleep?" Nico tilted his head slightly up.
"Hm…about maybe an hour?"
"Good. I want food."
Percy opened his eyes, very much confused.
"W-Where am I?" He sat up, expecting pain as Order's traumatizing face flashed through his mind, but felt none. In fact, he felt like he was floating. He gazed around, to find blue skies and grey clouds. He was standing on a cloud. Percy looked down. He was wearing the same exact thing when he blacked out…but with no blood or tears. As the clouds shifted, views of below came in and out of view.
He looked down.
Expecting ant-size houses and miniature cars, he found nothing but more clouds.
"Huh?" He sat back down. Closing his eyes, he slowly found himself thumping to the base of the clouds. There, he opened his eyes.
"Percy?"
He turned around towards the floating voice. Green eyes met blue, as Percy found himself staring at Luke Castellan.
"Luke?"
"It's me… But more importantly, what are you doing here?" He bounded towards him, dressed in a white tunic. Percy slowly stood up, and inch by inch, they met in an embrace. Percy let go. He looked at his brother, who, at the end, was still a hero.
"I haven't seen you in a long time, bro!" Percy grinned. He faltered when Luke gasped.
"P-Percy, you're not supposed to be here," a voice called. It was feminine, and Percy whirled around to see a girl, with pale olive skin and as cold stare.
"Bianca? What's going on?" Percy stared wildly, but he yelled out in fear as Bianca pushed him over the edge of the clouds.
With a thump, he saw him colliding with a himself on a cot.
So there...the chapter.