Now I've got Annabeth's point of view….hope you like it? I might switch to Percy's later but the whole changing POV things kind of confused me so I'll see what I can do. Enjoy :]

Annabeth's point of view

"PERCY" I shrieked, my hand flying to my mouth as I stumbled backwards so far that I fell against Alex's chest. I hurriedly pushed away from the tall blonde boy and staggered towards my best friend, barely able to stand straight with him, lying right there. He couldn't be dead, could he? He couldn't be. I quickly checked his pulse. Nothing. Ok calm down Annabeth. Be logical. What would Athena do?...she'd probably have a party and dance on his grave, I though bitterly.CPR. Yes, ok deep breathes Annabeth.

I thought back on the CPR course I did a few summers ago. Two breathes. I tilted his head backwards, held his nose and took a deep breathe before pressing my lips to his. I forced myself to give him another breathe and then screeched for Alex to go get Chiron. He scurried off as I located Percy's sternum and started doing compressions, thirty. Then I went in for breathes, and compressions. My arms started getting tired but I didn't care, I would keep him breathing, keeps his body working. I waited for Alex to come back. He didn't.

"SOMEONE GO GET CHIRON" I screeched, not that anyone could hear me, but hey it was worth a try. Miraculously Grover came running into the clearing. Unfortunately he fainted when he noticed a possibly dead Percy in my arms. I inwardly growled before taking another breath and tilting Percy's head back again. Chiron came running, or rather galloping, to us, Alex close at his heels.

"Annabeth." Chiron said softly.

"Wait," I panted, finishing up my breaths and turned back to him as I started my umpteenth round of compressions.

"Annabeth stop." Chiron knelt down and gently pulled my away.

"No! I can't stop; he needs me to keep…" I trailed off, struggling out of his grasp. I started in again on my CPR but Chiron stopped me, my arms, aching from compression and my throat dry from trying to make a dead man breathe.

"Annabeth he's gone." Chiron stated simply.

"No he's not!" I cried.

"Annabeth, come, we'll take Percy to the Big House." he said carefully choosing his words.

"He'll be ok, right?" I chewed on my lip. I knew the answer to my unanswered question though. Percy was gone and there was nothing we could do about it. But I was sick of being logical. Screw logic.

Chiron swung both Percy's lifeless body and me onto his back and took of galloping towards the Big House. I faintly noticed Alex glancing sorrowfully at the arrow. He had a look of pure shame on his face as he gently picked Grover up over his shoulder. I almost felt bad for him, almost.

My arms ached but I helped Chiron carry Percy to the infirmary. His face was pale and ashen, his green eyes were glassy. His skin was unnaturally cold. We set him down on one of the cots.

"Annabeth, honey, please sit." Chiron pushed me gently into a chair by Percy's bed.

"Don't tell me, I don't want to hear it" I turned away from him so he couldn't see the tears glistening in my eyes.

"I'll be just outside if you need me" he tenderly patted my head before exited the room, eyeing me with concerned eyes. Slowly, I eased myself out of the plastic chair and crawled next to Percy on the bed.

"Percy" I groaned, running a hand through his always unruly hair. A tear trickled down my cheek and I half expected him to reach up and brush it away but of course he didn't, he couldn't. His green eyes, always so full of joy and happiness were cold and lifeless, lacking their usual sparkle. I burst out crying. My Percy.

I ran a hand along his tanned cheek, slightly sunburned under his eyes. His cheeks faintly scratched up weren't flushed like they usually were. I curled up closer to his body, tears trickling down my cheek, his blood getting in my hair but it didn't matter. Percy was gone. I wouldn't be able to live. Yeah, I know melodramatic. Make fun. See if I care.

I cried for awhile, just laying there sobbing. After awhile I think I must have run out of tears because when I stopped my steady flow of tears I still felt like crying. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I fell asleep. Oh jeez, this is weird. Sleeping next to some dead guy, I know what your thinking, Creepy girl, must be insane. You think this as you take a step back. You know what, take two, I won't miss you.

"I'm worried about her" Chiron was whispering to someone. I could almost feel their sympathy and concern, scrutinizing my puffy eyes. I ignored them.

"Who isn't? She hasn't moved in hours" someone sniffled that I recognized as Grover.

"We're gonna miss him" someone said gruffly, Poseidon?

I ignored them, tightened my grip on Percy's neck and fell asleep again.

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The sand fell lightly through my fingers, catching the wind, blowing up and up until I couldn't see it again. I recalled sitting here what seemed like ages ago, when Percy had gone missing. Only this time he wasn't coming back. This time he was gone. For real.

I could see why Percy liked it out here. Everything was so simple, so peaceful. Just sand, sea, and sky. The three s's.

Sadness filled the camp. Grover sniffled all day. Tyson bawled like a baby. Chiron kept his mouth shut and let his miserable, cheerless eyes paint his emotions out for us. I cried myself to sleep. They all pitied me, Poor little Annabeth, lost her best friend. Alex sulked in corners, trying to avoid the campers who snickered at him. Oh he got it good when I beat him up.

The moment I had woken up and found Percy's body gone I had jumped out of the hospital bed. I was greeted with Alex. He killed Percy. I didn't take it so well.

"You!" I cried wagging a finger at Alex. My voice shook. How could he do this?

"You killed my Percy!" I yelled, my voice full of anger but eyes filled with liquid sadness.

"I-I-I I didn't mean to." Alex stuttered, taking a tentative step away. His face was sheepish and he hung his head in shame. I had no sympathy for him.

"YOU KILLED HIM! YOU'RE A MURDERER!" I shrieked.

"Annabeth I didn't mean to. I didn't know…" he stammered.

"Do you think I care?" My hands balled into fists, my finger nails painfully digging into my palms.

"I didn't know I could do that, I didn't mean too, I'm sor-"I didn't give him time to explain though. I nailed him right in the face. His nose broke with a sickening yet wonderfully satisfying crack. Alex fell flat on his back, his head hitting the stone floor, hard. I hope he got a concussion. Maybe if I'm lucky he'll go into a coma.

Sorry Alex but you're a jerk face and I'm ashamed that your mouth ever came in contact with my once clean lips. I pursed my lips. I missed Percy. I never really realized how hard life would be without him. Really, there was no one to laugh with, no one to call Seaweed Brain, no one to hold me when I cried, no one to hold my hand, there was no one who would take the time to sit on my bed next to me and just watch me read, no one who would catch me when I fell, no one who would put up with my rants, no one could live up to Percy. No one could make me smile the way he could, or make me laugh the way he could. Percy was irreplaceable, inimitable, he was a one of a kind.

I hopped up, dusting off the seat of my shorts and trudged towards cabin three. The Athena cabin was number six and I laughed lightly, realizing that it was divisible by the Poseidon cabin, 3. I turned to my right as if to tell Percy. A choked sob caught in my throat when I realized he wasn't there. I closed the distance between the Poseidon cabin and I in less than three seconds, crashing on Percy's bed. I buried my face in the sheets that still smelled like him. I didn't quite fit on the mattress because it was molded to his shape. Sitting on his bed was everything we found in his pockets: Riptide, a pack of gum, a sand dollar, a couple bucks, and a photograph, the one of him giving me a piggy back ride.

I bit my tongue to keep the tears from flowing and fingered the well worn photo. I crawled over to the pile and gently picked up the gum, a few pieces left, spearmint. I tenderly placed it back down and toyed with the sand dollar. There seemed to be nothing special about it but knowing Percy it was probably some kind of key to saving the world. I ignored the money and took Riptide in my hands. It was just a ball point pen but it was something so much more, so magnificent. Like Percy, just a silly boy who meant so much more to me, my best friend, my security blanket, my…I started crying all over again. I don't know what it is about crying but it just makes me sleepy I guess because I fell asleep, clutching Riptide, in cabin three.

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"Annabeth?" Chiron, gently shook me awake.

"What?" I groggily swatted his hand away.

"We're-We're burning the shroud, I thought you might just say what you were going to say last time" he stuttered, helping me out of Percy's bed.

"Ok" I chewed on my lip.

"Why don't you go take a shower and get dressed and meet us by the beach in an hour or so" Chiron said slowly, straightening Percy's bed. I swatted away his hands. I wanted Percy's bed to be just like he left it, messy and unmade.

Chiron and I silently left the unruly cabin and parted our ways, him to the Big House, me to cabin six. I quietly stalked around my siblings and weaved my way to the bathroom, taking as short a shower possible. Wincing, I ran a brush through my knotted hair and pulled a white t-shirt and a pair of shorts on. I fished around for a sweatshirt and found something that brought tears to my eyes again. Percy's sweatshirt and it still smelled like him and everything. I slipped it on over my shirt and hurried out of the cabin, careful to avoid all of my siblings who were now awake. Malcolm eyed me with concern, others looked at me with confusion or sympathy or pity.

The door creaked shut behind me and I collapsed against the tree where Percy and I has sat so often studying Greek and what not. What would I say? How could I sum it all up into something less than six and half hours long? I reached into my pockets, retrieving a chewed up pencil and a piece of notebook paper and started scrawling stuff on it, anything that came to mind about Percy. After I was satisfied I stuffed it back in my pocket, hopped up, and made my way toward the beach. It was all set up, the shroud and everything. It was such a pretty shroud, what shame it had to burn.

"Annabeth?" I spun on my heel, face to face with Sally Jackson. She'd came the moment Mr. D told her that he was gone. I could clearly see her racing into the camp, eyes filled with tears, crying "Where's my Percy?" Her eyes were all red and puffy and her hair hung in a mess at her shoulders. I bet we looked like twins.

"Mrs. Jackson!" I stammered.

"I'm so sorry," she pulled me into a hug.

"You shouldn't be sorry, it wasn't your fault" I said, trying to catch my breathe.

"I just-I cant believe he's gone. He had so much going for him" she briskly wiped away a tear.

"Join the club" I laughed bitterly, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"You can cry" she patted my shoulder.

"I just, I miss him" I buried my face in her shoulder and she ran her hand over my hair and comforted me like the mother I had always wanted.

"I wish there was someway we could bring him back" she whispered wistfully, keeping her arm around my shoulders walking me away from the shroud.

"Me too" I sighed. There was nothing we could do. Or was there?

Ok I know that was like the most depressing and sad chapter you have ever read but I pretty promise it will get better. To all of those who think Alex is a jerk face I agree, it's painful to write about him, and I hope you guys enjoyed Annabeth punching him. Review, review and you'll get cookies. Ok well virtual cookies but same thing. Love you guys