-Line Break to between 2 weeks to a month later (AN: I'm too lazy to pick...)-

Percy Pov

I was right.

The little shit was nothing but trouble.

Jealousy can get you a looooong way.

I was walking to the sword arena when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and was met with a high-five. In the face. With a fist. Connected to an evil douchebag named Victor.

'Gee, Percy. How did that feel?' You're probably wondering.

It hurt. Thanks for asking.

"Grab him," Victor screeched, "Make him pay!"

'For what?' I wondered deliriously as the Ares goons grabbed me. I noticed numbly how they were shoving me up against the wall and tying me up (AN: NOT LIKE THAT YOU PERVERTS!). I hung there limply, when they started throwing punches. The only thing I could think about? How they tied me up 'cause they were scared of what I would do to them.

'Cowards,' a dark place inside me said, 'let me make them pay.'

Another fist connected with my skin. Laughing. ,'̷̺̲̜͇̌̾̂̊̂̚͘͜h̶̡̼̞̮͋a̴̧̙̞̮̯̺̠͉͎̮̙̬̼̳̋̎̈̇͐̑̾̏̀͌̚͜͝h̷̹͎̻̫͎̗̼͇̦̫͚̠̒͆͂ä̴̡̜͈̹͈́̀͗͝.̶̨̜̯͓͔̑̏̋̈́̎̈́̉̍͑̒̿̆͌̕͘.̴̢̨̬̈́̓.̴̧͚̻̟͈̫̣͈̣̠̺͈̗̑͌͆́͊̑̀̈̑͘ͅh̸̛͇͎̞͖̠̰͎̼͗̆͜ą̶͖̙͖͍͖͛̑̊͌̔̑͊͛̊̌́̀͘͘͠h̷̻͖̱̮͗́͒̿̚a̶̞̰̦͐̇̔͛̑.̴̧̨̡̛̭̫̘̮̦̩̠̯̤̜̂̎̃͝͝͠.̸̨̢͔̝̬̣̖̻̦͔̖̥̅͋̂͆͒̽̈̃͜.̷͕͙͉̫͂̃̃̇̈̈́.̴̡̜̬̤̙͑͆H̵̡̡͉̺̭̜̙͖̰̮̗̖̣̲́̌̋̔̉̌̑͋̿͘a̷̛̻̻̦̾̋̇̀̔̑̃H̶̗̗͎̙̤̻̘͐́͆͒̇̅̅̊̅̒̈̔͌̚͝á̸̢̗̘̬̟̹͖̇.̶̗̱̈́̕͝.̸̨̘̻͔̼͖̼͓̎͑͐̐́͋̾̎͘͠.̷̢̯̟̰͇̦͎͖̩̺̳̜̙͊̃͒͌́.̸̫͙͈͚͕̮͈̘̫̈́̔̈̓͑̉͒͝.̵͓̙̱̝̗̭̩͓͔̟̮͇͇̽͋̀̏͌͘͘̚h̸̺̻͆͘A̵̛̪̳̪̅̍̒̀̑͗̽͂̆̔͒̽͐̈́h̸̡̧͈̲̼̟͍̹̦͙̠̰̓͛̓͋͌͊̄ͅA̸̢̬͕̯̞̬͇̽̿͒̎͘ͅͅ.̴̧̧̢̢͓̝̣͍̺͇͍̮̘͍̠̂̍̑̐̈́̉̊̈́̉̋͒͆͆͘.̶̧͙̣͔͚̜͉͇͍̝̝̽̈́͒̅̿̾̐̿̉̿̐̆͊͘̚.̷̢͙̩̹̺̪͖̓͗͊̓̈́̀̏͋̏́̕̚͜͝͠͝.̷̗͎͕͙̟̩̌̃́͐̆̀̓͐̓̏̄.̸̬͙͇̭̩̺̗̀̉͆̽͛̐̚͜͝͝H̸̛̛̰̥͈̜̫̅̂̐͌̊̊͑̅̎͐͆̅͝Ạ̴̗̼͓̰̙͉̜̘̫̭̊͑̇͆̅̅͒̕̕ͅḨ̶̛̥̻̦̺̙͙̻̺͍̻͔͋́̅̑̇̕͠ͅĄ̸̛̤̘͙̻̯̤̬̩̗̂̒̍́͂͒̈́̌̌̆.̵̝͍̖͎͉̈͗͛͊̑͊̾̿͝.̴̻̻̓.̷̢̧͖̞̳̓.̸̧̨̟̻̰͚̫̹̘̯̺̣͚̹̎.̴̛̛̻͙̭̼͇̲͎̻̳̮̥̈́̏͑̀͛̋̋͗̔̐͠.̶̭͇̲̪͔̫̮̬̖̗̋̇̾̆̃̐̒̀̑͂̑͝H̷̲͓̔́͒͗̂͋̎͐̔̕͝Ą̸̭̜̠̘͇̞̀̇̽̾̀̋͛͘͝Ĥ̷͍̣͈͍͎͈̝͎̙̩̝̥̩͎̱̊͗̏̋͝Ą̶̱̥̠̞̼̖̺͛̎̅̃́̀̊̑͊͋͛̾̈́͜Ḩ̴̘͚̮̖̳̯̽͊̊́̌͝͝A̴̧̛̬̺̳͓͊̓̋͑̈́̐͆̾͠͝h̴͎̬̪̱͔̿̌̀̃̂͋͋̎̈́̕͝A̵̜͈͂̈̈́̅͒̂̇͘Ḫ̵̳̪̻̍́̒̃̐̓͐͆̒̒̈̆͒͘͜͠Ą̶̫̝̋̏͐̾̈́̔̊Ḫ̶̢͉͒̈́̓͗͌̂̍̅͑̿̋͝ͅA̴̩̲̳͙͕̗̬͙͎͕̓͂̋͑͝͠ͅḨ̵̨̤͈̮̦͕͍̫̼̠͕̥̠̚ͅh̶̫͈͖̞̻̮̥̝͂̈̍͑̈́a̸̡̡̹͈̦̮͗̈́͛̂̐̍̾̈͊̚ͅh̸̛̪̣̮̠͈̭̻̖̬͌͛̾́̀̅͗̈́͐͠a̴̡͍͓̣͔̔̇̌͗̏́̿̍͋̈̽̂ͅh̴͓̦͕̙́͋̓̈̈́̃̔͝a̶̖̓̾͛͊̊ḥ̶̝͚̹̑̎̉̿Ạ̸̦͚̣̪̞̈́̿́̊̓̍͋̒ͅH̷̢̧̛͚͉̤̬̲͔̬̯̩̗̠͎̬̆̈́̽͆̆̊̎̓̕̕͘ the voices laughed, '̴̛̞̝̜̦͉̯͍̱̻̼͉̟̫̝̾̇͋͋̈́̕͠ͅh̵̩͍͚̣͂͐͒̅̌͑̂̐̃͝ę̸͈͍̮̻͚̮̰̣͈̤̲̺̾ḁ̴̢̡̢̰͎̜͇̦͈̥̣̹͈̈́̊̈́̽͑̽̑͝͝r̷̪̂̎̎̀̊̽͛͒͘͝ ̴̧̗̥̜̗̖̣̪̼̺̖͐͋̀͛̓̑͐͒͊̓̃͐͝t̷̡̧̘̬͉̮̖̬̳̬́͆̉̋̀̐̕͜h̵̨̝͎̠͛̉̾̓͑̑͆̈́̊a̸̡͎̤̹͕̯̼͈͚͍͐̐͑̀̈́̆̍͒̌̚ͅt̷̡͓͉̮̹͙̮̘̅́̑̚?̸̪̣̭̝̱̖̣̜͙͎̰͆̉͊̽͂̽̐ ̶̧̧̛̜̦̭̱͙͇͍̏͌͒̇́͋͋̈́̈́̐T̵͇̠̥̟̤̘̭̙̠̳͎̰̗̥̪̆̈̀̆̽͌̇̋̚̕͠h̷͉̦͑͆̍̽̓͑̊͗͐e̴͚̫̣̜̮̊̈́̐̋̓̀̀̔̈́̌́̊͑̀y̸̝̻̻̥͗͆̋̄̋͐̓̐̋̆͝͝'̶̡̬̩̠̤͈̔̿̚͠r̷̰͎͍̟͚̮͖͇͙͎͆ę̶̛͎͇͔̥̺̪̖̠̰̻̈̈̾̉̋̉̈́ ̸̢͍̙̱̟̠̪̱̣̐̈́́̃̐̌͂͌̓͘͝͝l̶̮̥͚͖̠͛̌̊à̷̡̺̞͎̳̼̻̥̈́̑̄̓ư̴̺̠̺̗̥̥͆͐̓̇͑̌̕͜͝ǵ̷̖̙̻̻͔̰̗͗̉͑̓̈́̿͐͋̏̉̂̄͠ḧ̵̢̜͖̲͉̯͖̗͎̬̤̤̤̿̆́̾̅̌̓̕į̶̹̤̗̳̗̙͉̝̔̌͑̊̏̐̏̑̔́͜n̸̡̙̱̣̭̬͙͉̽̓̔̑̉͋̎͝ͅg̵̠͈̼̥̞̳͎̥͆̾̊̆́̓̌́̋̉͊̕͝͝͠ ̶̨̛̙͔͍̣̩̙̭̈̾̎̇͌͒̊͒͒̈́͜a̷̡̳̠͔͚̥̩̯̦͂͛͌͜ͅt̶̢̮̳̗͉̘̼͋̽̇̋͂̎͊̋̊͛́̏̅̈́͘͜͜ͅ ̶̮̘̟́̔̎̍̐͆̋̃̊́̈̓̌̃̏y̴̢̢̩͇̞͈̱̬͚̦͈͐̐̇̽̋̽͗́́͜o̴̢̢̭̼̫̳̪̞̗̰͕͖͙͊͆͛̄͗̏̚͜͝͠ͅư̸̞̖͖̞͕̼̺͒̀̆́̐̀͐̒͂̈́̇̚͜͝͝!̵̡̛̭̹͓̱͎͓͉͙̟̖̃̍̀̄̈̕ ̶̪̲͔̰̖̅͆͗͠O̴͕̘̳͈̪͙͍̦͉͈͋̅͆̂̔̅ḣ̴̡̛̟͉̮̖̹͇̮̽́͒̏̌̀̈̄̊̀̕,̶̛̯͈̟͎̜̭̤̹͕̽̉͋̇̄̊̆̈́͗ ̸̧̧͎͓̹̝̫͈̐͂͒́́͛͘̚͝h̷̨̠̝̰̝̑͐ö̵̢͙̤̱͔͕̘̗̙̪͎̰̟́̈́͂͑͛͌͝w̷̪̖͍̐͋̍̈̍̈́͐̍̈́͊̏͘͜ ̸̡̪̠̰̥̟͕̖͖̖̼̋͒̓̋̃̊̑͂͛̌́̆̔̅̕t̴̛̪̰͚̟͖͚͛̌͐̈́̏͒̓h̷̞̜͍̜͇̱̹̘̗̲̖̭́͛̄̏̉̍̃̇̉̓͜͜͜͝ê̸̼̣̠ͅ ̵̺̦̖̘̩̼̤̬͓̈̃̓̔̓̕͜m̷̡̛̺̼̪̻̞̜̭̼̯̪͈̠̋̀́͋͑́̒̌̕ͅi̸̢̘̪͛g̵̯̿̀͆̍͌͛͆͊͗̋͊̚̚͝h̸̡̍͒͛̀̈́̈́͂̈́̆̋̎̊̋͗̚t̸̢͙͖̳̺͔̯̤̪̬̙̺̻͗́̈́̈̐̓̿̽̈́̋y̸̢̮͌̆̊̏̌͊̿͌̄̍͊͊ ̴͎͉̖̓͜h̸̛̹͎͇͕͖̗͌͂͌́̈́́̊̾́͊̚a̵̡̠̰̭̙͓̳͎͂̍v̸̨̖̰̩̫̰̮̤̮͖͒́̏͒͌̈́̂̐͗̃͛̚̕͝ę̵̰̖̦̬͙͗̌̓̉̂ ̷̨̩̼͖̼͙̖̫̭͓͇͈͋̏̏̍̓̀͜f̶͎̅̉̃̐͠a̷̧̢̧̲̺̜̹̱͉͇͖̲͂̀̅͑̿̈́͋͊̏͒͑̊̋̃̆ͅl̴̢̙̱̰̫͕̮̙̉̔̇̿͝l̶̞̺̰̾̎̽͂̑͋̃͐̌̄̉̚̚͜͝e̴̱̠͚̋̃̓̾͐̾̈̔̀͠n̷̡̩͉͇̩̮̦̳̪̭̪̄͋!̷̨̤̻̳̥̠̜̳̩̱͙͚̞͌̆̌͌͑̔̅͗́̒́͝'̴̗̝͙͑͂̍͌͝͝ ̵̻͓̱͉͎̬̳̤͖̣̱͖̪̇̌̚

By now it was nothing but punches. I didn't scream. I refused to. Other campers were gathering around now. Punch, punch, kick, kick, Laugh, Laugh, Clarisse, Claris- wait, WHAT?

Clarisse was stalking towards us now. She looked undeniably pissed. I figured she was about to join in my beating, my punishment, I figured she finally had had enough of me.

She marched right up to Victor. 'Great another member of his little ga-' My thoughts were cut off when Clarisse punched him in the face, judo flipped him, and pressed her foot into his ribs. I swear I could hear his ribs crack.

'Or not.' I thought to myself.

She glared at everyone in the crowd. 'Wow,' I thought, 'a lot of people hate me.' " Alright," she began, "The HELL is this bullshit? What did he do? Huh? What did Prissy do? Why does he deserve this? And better yet, why should I refrain from kicking you all you little shit's asses' to the next millennium?"

The crowd, not even bothering to try and answer, turned and ran. 'Cowardly bastards...' I thought to myself.

"Prissy? Wh-why didn't you fight back? You could've kicked their asses..." She asked softly. I was utterly confuzzled. I didn't know Clarisse could ever be that nice... well, to me at least.

I shook my head and croaked out, "My fault. My punishment." Clarisse's eyes widened. "No... it's not your fault, Percy. It never was and never will be. Now c'mon. We'll get you so ambrosia and heal you up." Clarisse hefted me up. I hated it. I hated feeling weak. '̷͉͇̭͉͉̃̓͝ͅḇ̴͚̪͍̞̬̣̎̀̎̐́̑̾̇̈́̔̆̚U̶̡͋͋͛͆̆͘t̶̡̙̖̣͉̲̖̬͉̮̭̄͆̿̈́͐͒͑̀̌͗͠ ̶̨̰̹͚̩̩̞͔̻̲̜̟̟͋Y̸̢̥̟̗̻̦͚̦̺͕̺͓̍́̈́̕͘o̸̢̟͓̦̖͙̮̥͚̼͕̒̈́̓͗̐̉̇̌́͝͝ͅU̵̜͓̜͇͚̰̖̮͓̼̿̕ ̴̫̼͈͕̹̽̆͒a̵̡̖͍̩̻̱̣͓͎̲̽̈̈́Ŗ̸͈̭̳̍͐́̔̄͑̊̌͜͝e̸̛̱̗͙̼̲̖̹͗͋̂̍̅͂͜͠ͅ ̵͕̠̭̼̗͊͌̈́̊͌Ẃ̶̱͓̰̫̖͇͓͆́́̚̕e̸̪̫̤̬̦͚̰̬̤̲̹͑̄̂̌͛̽̉̀̚ͅÀ̴̢͍̯̬͉̦̘͍̘̘̾̓̽̇͜͝k̸̳͖̙̰͚̤̪̙̓̐͌̓̓̐͗̿͝.̷̛̲̘͕̺͔̰̱̪̲͕̱͍̎͆̂̕͜͝'̴̡̨̢̧̭̼͎̝̻͈̯͎̻̹́̽The voice echoed.

I was really fucking starting to hate the fucking voice.

-Line Break-

I was being hung upside down by my ankle, in a huge tree. Victor's goons were surrounding me, punching me, jeering at me, throwing rocks at me.

The big crowd separated, revealing the king douchebag himself, Victor Adidas (AN: Sorry, I had to do that XD).

He walked right up to me, and unsheathed a knife. He grinned, the sneered. He walked right up to me, and punched me in the face, dislocating my jaw. Then he yelled, "Hold the bastard steady!"

He smirked, and then plunged the knife into my chest. I almost blacked out from the pain. He was carving something.

After what seemed like forever, he finished carving whatever into my skin. Then, as I was blacking out from the pain, he yelled "Quick, get me some water!".

He poured water all over me, keeping me conscious, and closing up the cut on my chest, but leaving whatever he engraved on my chest there.

Then he cleaned off his knife, from what I could see through the black spots in my eyes. Then he gave me his evil smirk once more, and stabbed the knife into my right arm. He began moving the cursed knife again, carving something into my skin again. Once again, I found myself missing Achilles's Curse. I couldn't cut when I had it... I was getting better with it... Then that cow loving bitch had to ruin everything.

Fuck you, Hera.

My vision was going completely black. Then Victor, the little slimeball he is, muttered something into my ear ."You're such a pretty little bitch, eh? Never fight back. Never protest. You just be a good little cunt and let yourself be dominated. You know, if I was into guys I would've raped you long ago. But I'm not into guys. So I'll let you keep your innocence... for now." He

'̴̛̤̮̞̦̍̈͗̐̀ͅY̴̻̯̬͚̳̱̝̩̓̇͠o̴̤̘͖̳̩̟̲̰͊ͅu̷̱͙̞͖͚̗̝̭̾̔͒̾͛́̓̈̔͊̆̅̏͝͝ ̸̨̪̝̱̗̤̗̫̀̓̾͌̄͜͝ͅr̶̹̲͙̞͈̟̻̺͍̒̃̾͋̐͂̂̆͛͌̑͛̔́͜͝é̴̢͆̀͛̔͛̈͛̑̎ă̷̧̢̧̛̞̬̟̖̫͎͈̺͉̣̲͕͂̈́̓̈́̚͝͠ĺ̷̨̠̹̺͔̻̜͚͉̭͕͇̩̤̰̆͂̍̾l̴̡̛͒͂̍̒̽̆͒̈́͐͛̇̃͒͠y̴̗͚͖̪̪̗̩͕̝̟̣̓̒͆̎̓͋̈́̈́̕͜͝ ̵̰̙̘̻̗͇̮̲̼̹̳̪̖̣̆͋͂̑̾̉͛̕͘̚͝ͅá̵̡̧͙̲͇̱̣̭̯͎̤͈̲̊̏͆̓̐͗̈̾̚r̴̼͖̣͙͗͛͆̀̆̉̆e̷̞̣̟̣̤̲̖̙͗̑̆̒̀͊͒̈́̑͌ ̷̡̭̙͙̞̝͖̬̟̖̃̿̊́͐̕̕͜͜w̷͉̳͕͍̗̻̎͒̋̈́͛͒͝e̷̛͐̓̅͐͋͌̃̕̕͘̚͜͝a̶̢̯̝̬͙̦̞̼̤̘̭̫̿̓͂̅̐͌͂̾͂͂̃͊͋́͌k̶̢̛̲̗̞̲͔̞̮͎̱̅͒̎̒͘͝ ̸̢̢̨̨̢͕̘̱̭̙̘͈̬̙̓̀̈́̌̎̒̓̋̎̔̆͆ͅą̷̢̢̹̜͖̪̺͇͔͔̥̙̤̬̓̈́̐̌̍̏̏̌̎̔̽̕͠n̵̨̡̧̛͔̺̙͉͎̤̲̲̹̺̈̆̈́̿̐̾̉͑̒̂̐͘͜͝͠ͅḏ̷̡͖̖͎̲̰̗̔̇ ̶̪͑̄p̵̡̣͓̳̖͚̠̤̰͔̲̼̊͗͘a̴̻̓́̋̆͝t̸̨̩̰̪͖̫̩̗̟̯͓͉̜̏͑̈̉̂̓̅͑̓̈͜͠͝ͅḩ̴̻̗̦͓̝̹̹͔̤̈́͛̽̇̓̚͜e̸̛͍̹̤̼͓̘̲̫̖̅͗̏̈́̒́t̴̛̯̀͋͐̎̏̔̌̈́͊̀͊͝í̷̳̤̙̱͕̜̥̣̹͋̀͂̀͋̌̀̈̇͌̍̚̕͘͜c̵̼͇̹͌͌̇̓͂́̽́̔̃͐̊̕͝,̶̟̬̮̮̩̌́̆͑̾̉̎̆͗̌̀͒̕ͅ ̷͍̖̗̊̃̿͠a̴̻͔̙̱̖͗͗͛̐̊̑̒̊̂͘r̷̛̭͔̣͑́͌e̷̛̬̩̪̹͓̍͒̄̍ṋ̶̡͙̦̫̦̼̗̥̖̹̥̞̈́̋͂͊̀̓͒̈̀̏́͗̈ͅ'̷͙̩̗̰̥̘̔̑̉́̊͌͘͠t̶̯͉̏̆̃͆̌̾̽̈́̕̕͝͠ ̸͍̥̻̼̪̒̄͆̈́̈́͐ý̷̧͔̼̭̓͆͛̅͝ǫ̵͙̝͙̬͚̘͎̠̬̫̝͙̦̀̿̎͘u̷̪̬͙͕̯͙͇̤͕̒̔͗̀̒͂̄͘?̸̙̦̻̭̗̰̹͕̲͙̀̇̑̾͠ ̷̢̻̹̳̘͉̦̠͙̺̝̦͑̒͐C̴͎͙̪̩̩͙͇̳̻̗̖̫̈̽̇͜͝a̶̦̜͛́̔̃͐̈͌̾n̸̳̈́͛̔̕͜'̴͍͖̝̈́͌͗͆͑̌̔̏̚͘͜͝͝t̶̰͎̤̠͕̗̫̍́̆̚͜ ̸̘̙͕̖̟͛̔͑̀̿͋͑͠e̴̼̺͌̓͆͂́͐̈́̐̍̌̔̎̉̉͘ͅv̷̢̛̤̪̺̦͚̪͖̝͚̞̻̈́͌̓̆̇̔é̸̜̳̝̗͎͇̭͖̉̈͒̃̏͂̾͑̃̊̊͛̿̂n̷̡̰̥̣̬̯̜̮̞̆͆̒̂͠ͅ ̴̢͎͎̞̞̯̜̙͖̃̄͒̋́̈́̕̚͘̚͠ͅs̶̛̫̱̗̳̠͗̔͛̏̈́̎̒t̷̡̗̠̗͇͍͈̰̲͑͊̂̈́̄̓̅̈́̍̿͗̿̕̚a̸̹̗͖̜̲̬̍́͗̉̕͝ṉ̴̗͓͕͇̘̘͍͉̲̜̙̳̼̈́̿̋̍̐͌͑̄͂̈͒̐̕͠d̸̪̪̞͕̣̞̀̋́ ̸̡͕͔͎̭̗̖͇͍̙͇̱̣̎ȗ̷̙̺͇̦͎̗̝̯̜͙̯͈p̶̢̧̠̯̝̱̪̩͔͕̞̬͑͑ͅ ̵̡̨̨̢̰̥̟̭̭͖̟͖̫̮̿̓̾̀͌̏̒̋̇̏̈̒̀̇͜͝f̵̡̨̧̤̠͇̠͚͓̫̃́̃̔̎̅͗̄̕͝o̸̘̩̼̳̺̟̦̻̣͛͒ͅr̶̖̓͂͒͑́̉̀͑̂̀̚̕ ̴̨̨̨̨̳̳̼̺̗͈͎͉̈́̋ͅy̵̧͕͙̬̯͔̰̳̠̙͜͜͝ͅͅớ̵̡̧̺͕̟̱̙̭̞̼̲͔̲̺̈́͊͋̄͛̀̌̌͘̚͝ȕ̵͈̼͉̖̰̗̜̖̪͓̬̺̒̃̾̊̏̆́́͠r̵̨͉̪̫̳̻̻̽̽͆̋͌̍͒͂̕̚s̶̢̫͖̳̔̋e̴̡̨̝̭̖̯̙̼̲̓̉̉̌̔́͌̑̇͌̃̚͝ḻ̷̥͕̥̥̘̘̠̲̗̱̙̜̼͛̾̎̌̎̋̕f̴̡̟̯͔̰̱̘̋̑̕͝.̷̛̩͇͈̮̥̲̬͙̥̤̰̱̲͎͒̎̄̋͗̈͂͂̋ ̶͍̰̞͎̳̬̥͍͊̈́Į̷̣̪̝͙̥̩͔̮̗̝̥͓̌̅̆͜f̵̢͉̞̻̱̲͚͇̭͕̑͋̒͗̔̐͌̾͐̍̉̀̆́̚ ̸̪̜̘̹̼͚͉̻͕̥̣̌͛́̈́̚͜͝ỉ̸̢̧̗̣͈̼͕͐̈́̃̓͆̀͝t̵̢̨̫̹̙̝̝̰̻̬̘̠͋́̀̿̓̃̊̾͌̑̎͗̄̿̂͜͜ ̸͓̫͗͘w̷̢̺̖̣͙̪̝̠͈̞̘̗̳̔̈̆̇̈́͊̓̈͗͛͛͛͘̕ä̷̤͕̭̞̮͚̞͈́̑̄̌̆̄̓̓́͌s̵̛͍̠̒̆̇́̾̒͋͛̒̉͝͝͝ ̴̢̪̹̪̮̰͉͕͈͓̭̳͑͌̀͑̎̇̿̀͛̍͐̕͜͠ȗ̸̢͙̰̦̩͍̭̗͊͝p̸̬̝͌̿̾̽̽̑̈̈̾ ̴̢̧͎̝̩̳̰̥̺͔͉̉̽̃͌͊͜t̶͍̬̙͙̳͇̩̳̮̖̰̑̃͌̀̂͗̀̀̔̈͘̕̕ͅõ̵̢̘̙͉̰̰̯̼̘̳͜͜ ̶̙͇̓̽̇ṁ̶̱̪̉̓͗͊͒̅͂͂̏ȩ̴̘̬͇̀͌̚̕͠,̶̤͔͍̮̞͇͚̞̹̟̘͈͑͊̏̃̓̐̊͊͗̽͂ ̸̧̢̨̺̖̠̣̹̯̦̲̞͎̈́̄̀̆͗͋͋̎̀̀̅̇̚͠͝I̴̡̡̢̭̘͍͓͉̐̈͛̃́̊̓̇͐̂́͂̔̕͝ ̸̞̦̙̹̞̥̺͕͇̜̬̖̓͗͛̎͋̽̌̇̕͝w̷̳͖̑̓̾̋̋͌͑͂̅͗o̵̫̼̞̪̖͉͍͆u̴̢̨͈̠̺̳̱̦͕̰̮̗͚͛̓̒̿̔̕͝l̴̨̺̗̭͙̣̟͖̹̬̠͎͕̼͊̉̑̾̽̑̇͊̄͊͋͆̉̈́d̵̢͔̭̭̞̜͙̋̐͑̂͊̀͊̽̇̊̌͘̕͘͠'̵̡̱̺̏v̴̟̩̤͖̘͔̀̌͌́̀͒͋̀̍̾̃͌̕͝͝e̶̢̪̪͇̫͖̼͚̥̰̰̿͂̀̈́̉̌͆̂̂̕̚̕͜ͅ ̸͓͔͕̬̥͔͎̒̎̊̏̆́͒̈́͜h̵̻͂̇̈̉̀̇͋̋a̶̛͖̰͐͗́́̄̿̈́͝d̵̹͚̰̩̫̩̺̔̀̈͂̐̊̈̅̑̀ͅ ̴̛̛͕͔̰̳̤̟̱͂̎́̈́̍̌̃͂͑̂͝m̶̢̨̨̢̗͕̭͈̹̳͋̿̄̀̃̏͊̚ͅͅỵ̶̯͍̝̠̘̦̗̱̺̟̙̤͔̀̂̐͑̊̽̕͘ͅ ̶̧̥̟͉͎͑ŵ̸̡̨̧͎̩̺̘̮̞̙̪̜̬͑̾ą̸̨̧̛̛̝̠̞̻̯͖̟̖̰̒̊̅̇̌͌͑̔̇̒͊͘͠ͅy̶͕̞͛̀͋́̿́̔͠͝ͅ ̶̬́́̔̅͝w̸̨̺̤̘̺̖͔͍̝̳͎͇̙̹̃́͂͐̍̑̎̋̇̄̉̃̀͠i̵̡̧̗̩̮͚̦͔̩̬͇͕̳̒̔͗̅̉̔̈́̕͠͝ţ̵̰͒͑̈́́̈͋͛͂h̴̢̲͙̱̖̦̭̘̋̆̎̋͆ ̸̨̘̺͇̲͓̣̏̽̃̆̈́͑̂͆̋͆y̷̳̬̾ó̶̢͓̙͚̋̅̇̂̏̈͊̅̇̒̇͐̉͝ͅͅu̶̡̻͇͑͝ͅ ̵̧̧̢̣̥̮̠͑̄͐̔̇̊̓̓́̕͝͝ä̸̧̡̘̗̬̠̤̺̦͔̣̬́ñ̵̘̀̽̇̿͗̄͠͝d̴͙̭̙͔̗̩̹͓͖̭̣̐͜ͅ ̸̳̭̬͚̪͙͌̈́̂̍͛͛́͝͝t̷̨̖̹̟̝̮͖͍̙͖̻̪̆͆̀̒͐̀̈́̇a̵͙̠̱̮̯̿̑̆͂̆̑̒͜ͅk̸̠͈̙̜͎̓̾̓̑͊̃́̐̊̽̀̈́̊͠ę̶̭̦͈͙̫̘͎̺̰̬̳͔͈͎̽n̷͍̜̠̳̝̪̯͗͒͒͐̀̎͛͒͠ ̷̬̼̼̜̖͚̤̟̥̼̏̆͑̽̐͋a̷͍̰̗͊̈́̄̔͐̀̎͒͘͝͝͠w̴̜͖͖̖͚͚̱͕̼͖̝̫̋̊̇̒͋̔͜͠a̷̡̹̻̥̥̪̲̱̫͉̾̈́̾̌̒͊̒̀͌̒̚͘y̷̡̻̑͌̔̔̽̌̈́̑̆͊̎̈ ̸̹̩̌̃̌̓̓͛͘y̷̡͍̩͖̰̭̼͈̞̥̝̼̍͛̃͋́͑̂̓̉͘ó̵͚̖̠̩u̴͎͔͖͗͛r̸̡̥̰̱̞̖̖̖̩̦̺̼͛̎̉̀̒̔̀̈̊͛̈́͘ ̶̧̡̫̳̯̣͚̖̦͎̳̖̻̗̟̀́̀̿̌̑͆̔̀̄͒̔̋̌͝l̵̛̦͙̹̼͇͓͙͗͐̓͌̔́̊͗͐̈́͘ͅã̸̛̖̦̝͛͐́̐̀̍̌ͅs̴͈̻̬̒̌̓̌̒̒́͂̿͑̓̀͌̽̚ť̷̢͙͎̦̖͈̦͚̼̼̠̺̬̂̈́̔̀̌̚͝ ̶͍̓̉̑̎̒̍̊̔̕s̸̨̘̹̜̹̟̰̥̯̥̰̟͔̱̄̿͆̈̊̇͐̓ḩ̶͖̠̘̰̰̳̬͂̚͠͝r̵̠̮̋̒̌ͅͅẽ̶̡̧͕̦̗̥͓̝͚͙̰̞͇̥̋̆̄̉̈́̚d̸̨͈͇̩̙̖̯̖̙̍͑͜͝ ̷̛̟͂̀̈́̋̇́͐͘͝͝͠o̸̢̥͍̲̼̱̮̠͇̟̮̓̀̔̚ͅͅf̷̢̡̃͛͗̀̿̉͂̊́̋̒͑͛̕͝ͅ ̸͍̮̗̣̞̘͑̊̏̄̿̿ḑ̴̛͍̱̤̘̫͕̗̜̝̝͍̖̆͛̓̋͝i̶̼͎̥͖̼̪̞͔̤͔̼͔͑̒̓̐̈́͋̍̏͗̉̔̂͘͠g̶̥̰̬͇̤̺̮̭̗̳̘͑̀̐̑́̐́ǹ̸̡̫̗̪͔͉͇̄̚ì̵̧̜̜̤̙̦̱̲̫͕̙̞̰̞̱ẗ̵͈̺̩̖̞̿͛́͐͋̏͑͂̈̀̚͠y̶̨̳͕̪̪̩̗̦̣̣͓̻̏̔͗͌̋̑͋̋̒̈́͘͜.̸̛͍͖̻̰̮̳̺̻̤̲͔̾̉̾̃̏̀̅̎̍̔̎͐ ̵̠̣̑̏̄̓̋̐͝Ó̶̙̱̬̤̹̀͒̿͐́́̾̌͝͝h̵̜̣̖̜͇̻͈̥̦̋͗͗̇͆̒̔̔͛̒̈͌͌̅̄ͅͅ ̵̨̧̧̳̫̣̲̪̱͕̠̥̘͘ẃ̴̢̝̲̪͙̯̳͈͚̖̺̩́͒̇̎͆̄̊̎̔̃̅̚ͅą̷̨̳͍̟͎͗͑̔̎́͑i̴̛̫̱̲̯͂̒͂͂͊̇̍̓̊ṫ̵̢̨̖͖̗̠̪̈̏̈́̐̕̕͜͝͝!̵̛͇̩̯̈̅͊̂͛͋͂͒͝͝ ̶̫̙̮̱̟̝͓̝̤̪̝͉͂̈́̄̓̈́͑͒̾̀͆̈̕İ̸̺̆ ̴̛͓̜̯̻̤̜̲̖͒̀͌͌́̈́͂̈́̊̄̀͝͝f̸̢͕̘̼͖͊̌̉̏͐͐̀̔̃̚ͅǫ̶̧̡̨͔͍̲̰͉̙̞̹̒ͅr̴͖̰̘͝ͅǵ̸̦͔̬͗̅͠o̸̢̡̖͔͌t̵̢̧͎͚͚̝̹̝̳͚̜̾ͅ.̴͎̬̖̤̮̝̙͎̝͔̺̥̘̮̄͛͊̀͋͂̆̿̈́͘ ̸̡̡͙͚̲̹̰͓͙̞̺̬͕̏̓̆́͂͂̇͑̆̂̕̚̕͜͠ͅY̵̢̡͚̖͎͎̹͙̞͈̹͙̰͋͑͒̈̀̎͂̕o̴̜̰̟̩̝͖̙̰͈̰̜̙͐̀͂́̓̎̽̃̊̃̄̀̓ů̷̧̢̡̖͙̩̮̠̭͔̼̣̰͈̣̍̂̉̊ ̸̢̨̺̲͖͈̭͓̗͇̠̜̉̀̀̆̏͐́̑̓̊͌̃̒̕͝ͅd̶̡̛̘̘̟̗̩̔̿̂͗̈́̂̕o̴̤̳̦̺̻̦͉̹̭͛͑̚͜͜͜n̸̢̨̛͕̟̟̪̳̟̗̟̒̈͋̉̔̇͆̉͗͜͜'̶̧̢̝̗͚͈̖̮̣̪̫͎̞̞̫̽̔͑̇t̶͇̺̰͕͊̄͊͆̑̐̊̏̓̕̚͝ ̶̺̹̻̬̭̠̭̲̯̅̀̔̌̏̿̓̆̆̽̽̕͜h̵͓̮͈͎͂͂̾͂̍͋̓́̎̈́̔͘͘͝ą̸̢̳̙̺͕̩̪͎̰̮͚̋̀̈͝v̸̘̊̈́͝ȩ̴̟̟͈͔̣̳̰̈́̉́͐̍̆̄̏̋̏̀̀̚̕̕ ̷̛̖͔̳̭̰̼̋̑̓̃̍͌̑͐͆͘̕̚͝d̵͙͈̟̣͖͈͐͛̀͘̚i̵̪͌̊͑͒̄͊̄̚̚͘ģ̶͓̊̎̈́̋͘͘ṅ̵̡̖͈̣͎̗̣̾̚i̴̢͓͕̣͗̑̂̌́͠t̴̢͉̯̞͈͇̘̝̘̃̐͛͗͆̽̂̒̊̍̇̄̚ͅỹ̸̘̤̬̪̑͑͒̂̎̿͗̚̚!̶̡͎̼̙͍̳͖̙̬͎̳̪̈́͗͐̋̍̾͜͜͝'̵̨̧̧̛̛̱͎̤̥͛͌̃̉͑̚The voice whispered again.

'Hê'§ rïgh†, ¥ðµ kñðw. §ð wêåk. ¥ðµ ¢ðµlÐñ'† §åvê ¥ðµr £rïêñЧ. ¥ðµ årê å £åïlµrê. ñðßðÐ¥ lðvê§ ¥ðµ. ¥ðµ wïll ñêvêr ßê lðvêÐ. Ä£†êr åll, whð ¢ðµlÐ lðvê å mðñ§†êr lïkê ¥ðµ?' The other one whispered.

'ΛGЯΣΣD. ƬΉΣY Λᄂᄂ DIΣD BΣᄃΛЦƧΣ ӨF YӨЦ. YӨЦ ЩΣЯΣ ƬӨӨ ЩΣΛK ƬӨ ƧΛVΣ ƬΉΣM. IƬ ƧΉӨЦᄂD'VΣ BΣΣП YӨЦ. YӨЦ'ЯΣ Λ MЦЯDΣЯΣЯ. Λ MЦЯDΣЯΣЯ. Λ MЦЯDΣЯΣЯ. Λ MЦЯDΣЯΣЯ.' Another one voiced there opinion.

ςคภ'Շ ץ๏ย єשєг ๔๏ คภץՇђเภﻮ гเﻮђՇ, קєгรєยร? เ รยקק๏รє ภ๏Շ. ץ๏ย คгє ђєгє คŦՇєг คɭɭ, ๒єเภﻮ Շ๏гՇยгє๔ ๒ץ ץ๏ยг รยקק๏รє๔ Ŧгเєภ๔ร. ץ๏ย รђ๏ยɭ๔ ןยรՇ ﻮเשє ยק. ภ๏๒๏๔ץ ฬคภՇร ץ๏ย. кเɭɭ ץ๏ยгรєɭŦ คɭгєค๔ץ, คภ๔ ן๏เภ ץ๏ยг Ŧгเєภ๔ร เภ єɭץรเย๓, єשєภ Շђ๏ยﻮђ ץ๏ย ๔๏ภ'Շ ๔єรєгשє เՇ. ץ๏ย ๒єɭ๏ภﻮ เภ ՇคгՇคгยร.' Another one joined the "Beat up on Percy squad".

'ωну ∂σ уσυ нανє тнє ƒяιєη∂ѕ уσυ нανє ησω, αηуωαуѕ? уσυ'ℓℓ נυѕт нυят тнєм, тσσ. тнєу ѕнσυℓ∂η'т вσтнєя ωιтн уσυ. уσυ'ℓℓ נυѕт gєт тнєм кιℓℓє∂, נυѕт ℓιкє ℓυкє... вιαη¢α... мιѕѕ ηιgнтѕнα∂є... єтнαη... ℓєє... ¢αѕтσя... ѕєℓιηα... вє¢кєη∂σяƒ... мι¢нαєℓ... уσυ кιℓℓє∂ тнєм. αℓℓ σƒ тнєм. уσυ ƒαιℓυяє. уσυ'яє ησ нєяσ.' Correction. "Beat up on Percy parade".

'̶̗̰͉̣̻̰̟̼̐̂̂̌͛̍̐̀̆̚͘͜͝͠P̶̡̡͕̗̳̝͉̼̭̭̻̝̆̈́͂̓͗̂́̍͌̈ã̴̢̬̺̭̗̱̜͓͓̪̖́͜ͅͅt̶̞͔͑̌͑̀̇͂̌̐̆̉h̶̛͉͋̇̄̿͐̈̃̑̊͠͠ė̷̯̼̮͖͇͔͉̱̘͕͇̩̮̀̈́̏͑͋͐̒́͠͠͝t̴̢̡̰̙͚̱̤͍͙̥͎̋͋̏͋̿́̈͐̾̓̕í̸͎̙̹̟̊̒̎̃͊̿c̸̢̨͔̣͓̰̗̻͉̣͖̈̎̓̒̆̎͛͆͛͘.̶̙͇̩̒͛͂͗̍̄̈́̈́͘̚'̸̡̼̦̥͎͖̤͍̟͖̃̅͆̊̈́̈́̀́͒͝

'Mðñ§†êr.'

'MЦЯDΣЯΣЯ.'

'кเɭɭ ץ๏ยгรєɭŦ.'

'ƒαιℓυяє.'

I hadn't noticed before, but he had switched arms, apparently. Now he was carving something into my left arm. To think I was so numb I hadn't noticed that... I couldn't feel the pain.

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there...

My eyes were drooping. It would be so much easier to just go to sleep and never wake up. Never open my cursed eyes again.

Become so tired, so much more aware...

I could feel water being thrown onto me, bringing me back into the light. I scowled.

Fuck you, Apollo.

I was losing myself. I couldn't keep up the mask anymore. I was done. With it all. With life.

Fuck. It. All.

'Cause everything that you thought I would be, has fallen apart right in front of you

Suddenly, I felt myself drop. I was on the ground. Victor's goons were there, but nobody else. Victor pressed his mouth to my ear and whispered. "Hope you enjoyed this. I'll be looking forward to our next playtime, Perseus."

Cackling, he and his goons sprinted away from me, afraid of what I would do to them.

'Cowards.' I thought.

'¥ðµ'rê jµ§† å§ ßåÐ, ï£ ñð† wðr§ê.' One of the voices muttered.

I tried to get to my feet, only for the ground to have a reunion with my face.

Fuck you, ground.

Strangely, I couldn't feel anything. Pain, hurt, sadness... I felt nothing.

I was just numb.

I've become so numb...

I poked my skin. I felt nothing.

I can't feel you there.

I felt somewhat sick in my mind. I knew what the voices were saying was true. I was just as bad as Victor and his cronies. And I hated it. I didn't want to be like him. I wanted to be like me...

All I want to do, is be more like me, and be less like you...

'But who are you? The Percy they know? That was a mask. So who are you, if not a murderer, a monster?' I questioned myself.

I crawled through the foliage, not trusting my legs. I could see a creek through my blurry vision.

I crawled faster. I was at the creek now. I looked at my reflection, and was relatively horrified by what I saw. My shirt was torn to shreds, and in big Ancient Greek letters across my chest was the word MURDERER. I looked at my arms. On the right one, in Ancient Greek, was the word MONSTER. On the left one, in Ancient Greek, was the word FAILURE.

I flung myself into the creek. Nothing happened. The marks were still there.

'ςคยรє Շђєץ'гє Շгยє. เՇ'ร ค รเﻮภ.' One of the voices exclaimed, gleefully.

I groaned, dreading returning to camp. But I had to. Unless...? Okay. I would Iris Message my mother and ask her if I could come home. Nothing could go wrong, right? Right?

I used my powers to create a suitable enough mist. Then I tossed a drachma into the mist and croaked hoarsely "O Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow, show me Sally Jackson."

The mist pulled up an image of my mom and Paul with Estelle, laughing happily, not a care in the world.

Mom noticed me. "O-Oh! P-Percy!" She stammered nervously. I was confused. Why would she feel nervous. Unless...

OH FUCK.

"Mom," I greeted, "Is-is something wrong? Everything okay?" "No! No, Percy... it's just... could you not contact us anymore?"

You ain't no son of mine for what you've done...

WELP I'M FUCKED.

"Oh," I said, in a flat monotone, "Okay. It's nice to know you don't want me either."

"What? Percy- Oh my gods! What happened to you?" She asked worriedly, finally seeing the damage that had been done to me.

I should've been a better son...

"Nothing of your concern. Goodbye, mother." I replied coldly. Before she could ask more, I angrily sliced through the mist with Riptide.

'So much for family.' I thought bitterly.

And when you go, don't return to me, my love...

-LINE BREAK BITCH- (AN: THIS IS A RAPE SCENE, YA MIGHT NOT WANNA READ-)

Chiron had left on a business trip to Camp Jupiter to inspect things there.

There was now no authority what so ever in Camp Half-Blood.

Other than Victor.

Fuck me.

Victor was slamming me up against the wall, in the Big House.

It was just me and him. I was too weak to fight back though, because of one of our earlier torture sessions which involved flamethrowers, and I quote: "Let's see how much fire it takes to make the fishy burn!"

Fucking sadist.

He pinned my arms against the wall, and brought out some Celestial Bronze cuffs. My eyes widened. 'NO, NOP, NUH UH, FUCK THIS SHIT I'M OUT, BYE FELICIA..'

He cuffed me to the bars above my head. We were in a training room, with workout equipment and stuff. I guessed Mr. D didn't use it much, though...

(INSERT RAPE SCENE BECAUSE MY MOM MADE ME TAKE THIS DOWN)

I had apparently zoned out for a long time, because the sun was rising outside. No matter what was going on, what war we were fighting, what tragedy we had to deal with at camp, where we were, the sun still rose. I kinda admired the sun for that.

Or I just hated the idea of losing all light in the world. Whichever floats your boat, I suppose...

(INSERT DIRTY SCENE BECAUSE MY MOM MADE ME TAKE THIS DOWN)

Then he dressed himself and left, leaving me chained to the wall, naked.

I couldn't even really feel anything, other than disgust at myself. I was too weak. I could feel pain, but I didn't pay attention to it. Groaning, I let myself go limp in my chains. It was going to be a long year.

(AN: Did I do that right? I'm still a virgin myself, and still in school... so yeah. Let me know if I got all the facts straight. I'm bad at this... I couldn't really bring myself to go all that graphic anyways.)

-LINE BREAK- (AN: WARNING: TRIGGERING SCENE)

I walked along the beach while the sun was setting, trying to calm myself down. The sunset was beautiful, especially with the water going with it.

I was considering going into the water, when I heard- cheering?

'? ﾝﾓﾱ? ﾝﾓﾬ? ? ﾝﾓﾽ ? ﾝﾓﾾ?! ? ? ﾝﾓﾪ? ﾝﾓﾷ? ? ﾝﾓﾮ? ? ﾝﾓﾱ? ﾝﾓﾽ ? ﾝﾓﾽ ? ﾝﾓﾼ!' My subconscious yelled at me.

'And what happened last time I listened to you?' I shot back. Silence. My subconscious- or at least that's what I've taken to calling it- saw everything that happened. He was me. Of course, he'd blamed himself for that. I kinda blamed myself for listening to him.

But, unfortunately, my curiosity was getting the better of me, so I decided to go check it out. It was coming from the... campfire? What was so good at the campfire for the cheering to be that loud?

I walked to the campfire, and saw that the flames were ridiculously high, and a bright purple color which signified high spirits (AN: Did I get that right? Purple means high spirits right?).

I walked in, and what I saw broke the little fragment of my heart left. Annabeth was there, making out with Victor. It was getting heated, Victor was pushing himself on top of her. She giggled, which was very un-Annabeth like.

Everyone was cheering them on, except a small group of people. Clarisse was straining to murder them, but Chris was holding her back, despite the murderous expression on his face. Travis and Connor were being held back by Katie and her plants. Katie looked like she wanted to turn him into a flower and stomp on him. Will Solace looked disturbed by the way Annabeth was acting, and was remaining silent.

I was lost. I was so fucking lost. I could only watch in horror. Athena hadn't approved of my relationship. I hoped she was fucking happy. And for the first time in my life, I could understand what Luke had felt. How he had wanted to tear Olympus down, "brick by brick". A part of me wished I had joined him. Then that part got beat up by the rest of me. 'These people don't deserve to suffer because of me,' I argued, 'they've suffered enough.'

Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface...

I wished I had taken Medusa's offer. Turned myself to stone. She was right. Being a pawn of the Olympians was painful. I was so tired. So tired of it all...

I'm tired of being what you want me to be...

Become so tired...

I. Want. To. Die.

They had noticed me. The crowd had stopped cheering, and begun jeering at me. Victor spoke up. "She likes me better. Of course she does. I'm so much more better than you. I never murdered those people. I'm the real hero."

Annabeth smiled at me. It wasn't the loving smile she used to give me. No, it was an evil smile, one that said "I'm done with you now. What are you still doing here?".

"Why are you still here, Percy? Nobody wants you. Not. One. Single. Person. Victor is so much better than you, Percy. He gives me gifts. He understands my love of architecture, whereas your eyes just glaze over and you pretend to listen. He's smarter than you. He helps me with strategies. He has friends. He's better in battle than you. He fought against me, and held his own. He can actually shoot a bow. And more importantly, he never failed and killed all those people. You did. So much for 'Hero of Olympus', huh? You're pathetic." Annabeth smiled at Victor lovingly. He smiled right back at her.

I couldn't feel anything. No pain. No heartbreak. No sadness. No betrayal. I couldn't feel anything other than her.

She smiled. "I never loved you, Seaweed Brain." Then she turned to Victor and kissed him.

I was numb. Nothing... nothing... nothing... I felt nothing. I didn't feel myself turning around and running away. I didn't feel Connor and the rest of the people who stood by me calling my name. I didn't feel the storm I had created, throwing back Victor and his goons who had tried to rush me. I didn't feel anything.

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there...

I ran into Cabin 3. I ripped my stuff apart, desperately searching for it. Where is it... Where is it... Where is it... Ah! There it is...

I grabbed my box of razors and ran into the woods. I ran, and ran, until I couldn't run anymore. I didn't pay attention to anything other than my running. I must've tripped 5000+ times. I finally stopped running. I took in my surroundings.

I was in an unfamiliar clearing in a different forest. It was getting lighter, meaning the sun was coming up soon. I was all bloodied up, now doubt from getting caught on vines, thorns, roots and others obstacles on the way here. I could here water rushing near by. A river.

I opened up my box of razors. I was tired of feeling nothing.

You're sick of feeling numb...

'Go ahead. Do it. I'm sick of it, too.' My subconscious sighed.

You're not, the only one...

I sliced the razor up and down my right arm, reveling in the feeling of something, even if it was pain.

'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all...

I licked the blood off my arm. It was so beautiful, blood. It was really the only thing I could see now. Just the red, metallic liquid that flows in my veins, pouring out of me like water out of a faucet. No one loved me. No one cared. No love. No love...

Pain, without love...

I couldn't get enough. I sliced my stomach, until it was shredded into ribbons. More pain...

Pain, can't get enough...

All I could think about was all I had done for them. For her. It still wasn't enough, though. I had went to hell and back for them. I had held up the sky for them. I had given my life, given everything I had for them. But it wasn't enough...

It doesn't even matter how hard you try...

I moved to slicing my legs. Red was everywhere, now. The grass was red... The trees were red... The sky was red... Red... red... red... RED... I had tried to keep it together... But it fell apart anyway.

And even though I tried, it all fell apart...

Nobody knew what pain I was in... not a single gods damn one of them...

I kept everything inside...

Blood. Blood and red where everywhere. There was not a single thing I could see that wasn't red... 'It'd be better if it was blue...' I thought. My vision was beginning to go black. Black spots were everywhere.

When the lights go out, you will understand...

My life was flashing before my eyes. People, places, loved ones... They all abandoned me. I did everything for them. Father was right. A heroes fate really is nothing but tragic.

I tried so hard, and got so far...

And as my vision was going black, ready to accept the cold embrace of Death, I could only think one thing:

Because in the end, it doesn't even matter.

HEEEEEEEEYYYYY MY PEOPLE! SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO UPDATE!

Alright, the bold lines are music, just to be clear. The music I got the lines from are: Numb, by Linkin Park. Mama, by My Chemical Romance. Pain, Three Days Grace. And In The End, by Linkin Park. You should check the songs out if you haven't heard them, they're really good.

Alright, this was 3000+ words of pure hate I brewed for Victor, y'all better appreciate it. And yeah, I don't know if I did that rape scene right, I probably didn't... whatever. Just know he got raped.

DO YOU HATE VICTOR ENOUGH YET!?

Alright, I'm not gonna post the ship options anymore, because I've decided I'mma do a Harem. Is that what it's called? Multiple people loving the same person...

Also, I'mma post the disclaimer in the description now. I'm tired of writing it.

I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A LOVELY DAY BURNING IN HELL~

"I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed, get along with the voices inside my head."

~Eminem