Frank
As I turned back to the Argo II, I just couldn't bring myself to look back. I knew that there were three bodies, bodies of my closest friends, friends who had helped me, loved me, and taken me in. Friends that I had murdered in cold blood.
I sat down on a rack and buried my face in my hands. What was I going to tell Piper and Annabeth? Sure, I had won Victoria's approval, but I had also just signed the Greeks' death certificate.
"I'm proud of you, Frank Zhang. You have done what your friends could not. True warrior blood runs in your veins, Frank. The Romans have won my favour," Victoria had said, finally smiling, no longer in pain. I watched in horror as her Greek side, Nike, widened her mouth in a silent scream and disentigrated.
I forced myself to think back to my friends' last moments, Leo, as I hit him in the head with his own hammer, his skull splitting open with a sickening crack. Percy, as I stabbed the spatha through his back, his eyes wide even after he'd died. And Jason. You did what you had to do, Victoria's voice drifted to me.
Jason. I've always been a really bad aim. I didn't want to know what it meant this time, but I do know. And knowledge is rarely a good thing.
Maybe I shouldn't even go back to the Argo II, I thought, and mentally slapped myself. How could I even think like that? It was bad enough that I had killed my friends, but not telling the girls was even worse. What happened to me? It's like I don't even recognize myself anymore. And then I squinted. Off in the distance was a figure running. He was running in the direction of the Argo II, and as I looked harder, details began to swim into focus.
The person looked exactly like me.
Sorry this chapter's so short, but I like it and I'm going to keep it. I'll update sometime next week! Comment if you like it!