This just a cute, short one-shot. This is my first one, so please no flames, Although, I would like constructive criticism.
Percy's P.O.V.
The new guy hobbled up half-blood hill, cocky grin on his face almost covering the pain. All he had done was drive away a manticore with his sword. He didn't even scratch it! And yet, she still fell for him. I could see the look she gave him as she ran up to greet the guy. She gave him a loving look. One that she had never given me. One that she had never given anybody. She, being Annabeth. I knew what I had to do as soon as I saw the same look given back to her. He thinks he's so tough? Well, he was about to battle me. And I never lost. I ran up to Chiron and told him my plan. He uneasily agreed, feeling pity for that cocky-faced moron of a boy. He was around my age, so it wouldn't be that unfair, you know, except for the fact that that I was invincible. He agreed, unaware that I had Achilles heel. I just smirked and told him to meet me at the arena. The campers filled all of the seats, excited to see him get killed. Or at least, that's what I thought. I saw him talking to Annabeth, them both smiling. That's when he kissed her. And she kissed back. My rage and jelousy builded up. He was dead meat! We both stood in the middle of the sword arena, swords ready to battle. "We all meet here for the sword battle of Percy Jackson and Tony Rock." Some Apollo camper said. We started the battle. I, being the better swordsman, was beating him, badly. He struggled to even keep his sword in his hand. I smirked, at his weakness. He just smirked back, and I gave him a confused look? Why the heck is he smirking? I'm beating him. I wondered. That's when it happened. He took his sword and stabbed it in the small of my back, my weak spot. I cried out in pain and fell to the ground, knowing I was about to die with so much pain, that I wanted to die now. That's when I realized it. How did he know where? The only other person that knows …..Annabeth told Tony. Was my final thought as I finally died.
Annabeth's P.O.V.
"NO!" I cried out. I cried and cried. Why did I have to tell him? Why? That idiot just smirked, proud of himself for defeating Percy Jackson, saviour of Olympus. I glared at him, as did everybody else there. He killed the hero. He was evil, more than Luke. At least Luke had known that he couldn't kill Percy. Well, he shouldn't. He stopped Kronos and sacrificed himself for Olympus. But Tony, he killed him for no reason. This was all my fault. I shouldn't have told him. All of these thoughts went through my head as I ran to my cabin and stuffed my head into my pillow to cry. I just cried and cried. All I could do was cry. I cried for the rest of the day. Until finally, I thought of a way to pass the time. I got a pad and pencil and wrote and wrote and scribbled out. I worked until I was finally done. I wiped my eyes, got my paper and walked outside to the coffin where Percy was. I slowly placed my paper on his chest. It read:
I told him of your Achilles heel
But you don't know how sad I feel.
I wish to die with you, and feel the pain
Why did he kill you? He would get no gain.
I wish that you didn't cease to exist.
All I wanted was one last kiss.
How was it? Sad right? I almost cried after reading this. I hope this never actually happens. Please review and tell me what you think.