Percy drove through the empty streets. He needed to get away. The chasing cop cars wouldn't let up their chase. No matter what he did.
Thalia sat next to him. She kept her eyes trained forward, only glancing into the rearview mirror every once in a while. She bit her lip so hard it drew blood.
They didn't understand. Why all this chase for their love? Was it really that bad that they were together? Really?
The cops sped after them. The ones in passenger seats rolled down the windows and leaned out of them. They pulled out pistols and took aim. They fired out of the tires of the leading vehicle.
One of the back tires blew out, causing Percy to curse. He pulled the steering wheel, drifting into a parking lot. He didn't bother to turn the car off, or even park.
"Inside the hotel." He told his lover, before getting out of the car.
They ran into the hotel, just as their car was blown up. The couple went towards the elevator, only for Thalia to be shot in the back of the head. She fell to the ground, dead. Percy was stunned, only for him to be shot in the back of the head as well.
His eyes closed as he looked at Thalia. Then he was dead.
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Percy woke up in a grey forest. The sunlight broke through the trees, but only very little. The forest was silent. Not a single animal or bug in sight. He was truly alone.
Leaves crunched under his feet as he walked through the forest. He passed trees as he wandered aimlessly. He wanted to find something, anything. Something that wasn't a plant of some kind. He would take mosquitoes over silence.
It wasn't until he was almost unconscious from lack of water that something happened. A shadowy figure lounged against a tree. Percy felt full of hope. He gathered the strength to stand.
"Hello?" He croaked.
The figure came closer and out of the shadows. Percy's eyes widened as he recognized the face. It was him, but also not. The eyes were a little more red. There were two bumps in his forehead. He carried himself with grace, one that Percy didn't possess.
"Who are you?" Percy asked hoarsely.
The fake Percy held out a hand. "Name's Lucifer, but you can call me the Devil."
"What do you want?"
The Devil chuckled. "What do you want? If you've come here, then obviously you have devotion to something. Or maybe someone?"
"Thalia. Is she okay?"
"Is being in Hell okay?" The Devil mocked.
"Bastard!"
The Devil tutted. "You only have yourself to blame. Don't go blaming my holy name."
"You're the cause of all evil in mortals, right?"
The Devil shrugged. "What does it matter? You're dead, and therefore, no longer mortal. No need to bother yourself with it."
"You dick."
"I'm a fallen angel. Angels don't have genitals." The Devil was deadpanning.
"So what? You're here to torture me? Is this Hell?"
The Devil pointed to some gates at the edge of the forest. "That's Hell. You, my friend, are in Purgatory. You will remain here, bored, aimlessly wandering. Though you could go to the top of the mountain, where Heaven lies. And of course, there is the other option."
"Other option?"
"It is far too dangerous. You wouldn't do it. Though maybe if the reward was worth it..." The Devil trailed off, before gathering his thoughts. "No, of course not."
"What? What is it?"
The Devil reached into his pocket and pulled out a little pocketbook. "There are the names of a thousand men in here. Bring me their souls, and you can have your lover Thalia back."
Percy reached out his hand. The Devil shook it and handed him the pocketbook. Percy opened the pocketbook. On every line was a number, and a name next to it, written in black ink. Percy flipped through the pages, taking in the magnitude of people he would need to kill. He got to the last page. The last name had the number 999 next to it.
"I thought you said there were a thousand?" Percy asked, confused. "Where's the last one?"
"If you prove yourself strong enough to take the nine hundred and ninety-nine before it, then I will give you the name of the last man. That's how this works." The Devil reached into his pocket. "You'll need this."
The fallen angel handed Percy a revolver.
"I'm giving you six bullets. The rest you'll have to get on your own."
Percy started to get cold feet. Could he really kill one thousand people? Could he bring himself to pull the trigger? He wasn't allowed to find an answer though, as his vision went black.
The last thing he heard was a monstrous voice whisper "Good luck."
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Angel Viscot.
That was the first man on the list. Percy found him in a bar, drinking his troubles. Later, he would say that he didn't know how the fight started. He would say that a bar fight broke out, and when the gunshot went off, he ducked, just like everyone else.
He made sure to say sorry before pulling the trigger.
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Collin Servus.
Person number 10 on the hit list. Wanted for domestic violence. Didn't deserve to die, but didn't deserve to be free from charges. Found in a hotel room with wrists slit. Police claim suicide.
Percy said sorry to the sleeping man before shattering a wine bottle.
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Sasha Milreed.
Person 57. Wanted for sexual assualt on her co-star Mike Dilvy. Ruined Mike mentally and physically. Sasha though, was ruined totally, as she was stabbed with a butcher knife.
Percy said sorry as he slid the blade into her heart.
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Brad Chad.
Person 176. Cheated on his wife. Then cheated on that girl. Turned out that he was a serial cheat. Always moving from one vagina to the next. And should any get pregnant, the woman would go missing, and show up dead a few days later. Karma was served as he was found with his head bashed in from some blunt object.
Percy didn't want to say sorry as he bashed Brad's head. But he did.
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Oliver Trent.
Person 254.
He wasn't going to get caught. He pulled off a heist so perfectly that he wasn't going to get caught. At least, he thought that until he triggered an alarm. He left the bank quickly, driving off. He was in an empty Jim's in Austin, Texas when a gunfight broke out.
Percy's first shot missed. His second didn't.
He said sorry as the bullet went straight through Oliver's head.
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Percy was going to get caught eventually. No man could get away with 378 murders. No man. So, when he was sentenced to life in prison, he was ready.
When the prison burned down, his kill count went to 598.
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Anista Marley.
Person 746. Wanted for killing a family of 3 in a car accident. Reports say that a train wasn't supposed to go that way. That the level crossing signals malfunctioned. Though later there would be reports of sabotage. It was very unlucky of her, but the universe has a sense of humor about these things.
Percy whispered sorry as he cut the lines in the level crossing.
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Percy was almost done. He had taken the souls of nine hundred and ninety nine people and sent them to the Devil. Now it was time to find out the last name.
He booked a hotel room in a rural town. He set his luggage down on the bed. He opened a suitcase and pulled out the revolver. There were two bullets left in the chamber. He breathed out a sigh of relief. He could miss once and still get the job done.
He hoped Thalia wouldn't look at him like a monster. He would hate to do all of this for nothing. But if this works...
They'll love again. They'll laugh again. They'll cry again. They'll die again. The cops gave them two shots to the head, but they will now live again.
The Devil waited in the corner, waiting for Percy to address him. His leather wings were folded behind him, giving him the appearance of a large bat.
Percy turned to the Devil. "Alright. Who's the last person?"
The Devil waved his hand. "Check the pocketbook."
Percy pulled it out and opened the small book. On the last page was name 1000. Written in a dark red ink that looked suspiciously like blood. Percy dropped the book when he read the name.
1000. Percy Jackson
"What?" Percy asked.
"You've killed 999 men. I'd say that's pretty evil. That makes you an evil man." The Devil said nonchalantly. "Once the thousandth soul reaches me, Thalia will be free."
The Devil left with a flap of his wings.
Percy stood there. The revolver laid on the bed, calling his name.
His thoughts of Thalia looking at him like a monster resurfaced. Maybe... Maybe it was better off this way. She gets to live again, and she doesn't know what he had to do for that to happen.
Yes, it was better off this way. So much better off this way.
They won't be able to clean his blood out of the sheets.
Percy sat in the bed and picked up the gun. He put it to his chin.
He didn't say sorry as he pulled the trigger.
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Thalia woke up in an unknown place. Her face was wet. Actually, she was laying in something wet. She sat up, and almost vomited. The first thing she saw was the brains splattered on the wall. Then the person the brains came from.
She would recognize that face anywhere, even with a hole in it. Her lover.
She got off of the bed. He had killed himself on the bed. The blood stained the sheets.
A revolver sat in his hand. The barrel was practically still smoking. She looked at it, and made a decision.
She wrestled the gun out of his dead grip and checked the chamber. One round left. She held it to her head. She pulled the trigger.
She fell onto the bed dead. Her head landed in Percy's lap.
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They both went to Hell. But they ended up stuck in different sections.
Tragic, everything Percy did to get to be with his love again caused him to be forever separated from her.
A/N. I know, it's short. But I had the itch to write a one shot, so here one is. I tried to experiment with having it build up, only for Percy to fail in the end. Tragic ending. I was going for a Romeo + Juliet vibe. (The movie with Leonardo Dicaprio, because they use guns in that version.)
Also yes, this is based on the album Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge by My Chemical Romance. I think I'm gonna do The Black Parade soon. (I found a fanart of Nico as Pepe the Parader and I'm trying to find it again.) I don't do songfics, I do albumfics. (That was dumb)
Thoughts?
