Confused
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS
Chapter 2: Love, Pain, and Blood
Percy's POV
He couldn't stop thinking about her. Her grey eyes. Her long blonde hair. The way it fell softly on her shoulders. Annabeth. Every time he thought of her, a knife cut his heart. She was in love with someone else. That traitor. Luke. He breathed in sharply. Did she have any idea how much it hurt? Friends forever. For some reason that wasn't a good thing in this case. He wanted to send her a letter- maybe they could be pen pals. But that sounded wrong. He wanted more than writing. He wanted her.
"PERCY!" his mom's scream jerked him into the real world. "HELP!"
"Coming!" I yelled back. Stuffing my panic away, I ran downstairs to where a man was in front of his mother with a knife in his hand. As soon as she saw me she opened her mouth but just then the man slashed at her arm. She screamed and then fainted.
"MOM!" I yelled. Rage lent my strength. "Show yourself!" I demanded to the man who had just hurt my mother.
The man slowly turned around revealing my blood enemy: Luke.
"What are you doing here?! Get out, you're not welcome!" I screamed at him.
Luke smiled, tracing his deadly sword, Backbiter. "And what fun would that be? I always win, Percy. Do you hear me? Always." I felt a chill creep down my spine. "Prepare to die, Percy Jackson."
"Only after you!" I retorted "Always, huh? Well, time to break a record!" Luke's smile faded into a snarl.
"I hope they cast you to the cheese boiler in the Underworld, Percy!" I uncapped Riptide.
"Ditto." I confirmed the fight.
Luke attacked first. Slashing downward, he almost caught my side. I rolled away as soon as the blade hit downward and then swiped at his chest. He deflected the blow and stabbed forward. Pain erupted from my shoulder as the target was hit. Unfortunately for Luke, that only reminded me of how he hit my mom, and I attacked harder. This time, I called upon the water in the sink and toilet and held the flow back.
"Wait till he strikes," I told the water. Suddenly, Luke slashed at my shoulder, ripping down to my hip. Pain burst from the injury and blood flowed freely. Moaning, I dropped down to the hard floor. All the water rushed in knoking Luke to the ground too.
The world was spinning.
Blackness erupted.
The end.
Pain.
Annabeth.