Time Set: Between MoA and HoH, somewhere in the Giant War.
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO. All rights go to respectful owners.
Percy's POV
She was my kryptonite.
My weakness…
Her eyes. They glinted maliciously as she stood over me. I felt the hard rocks dig into my back as I lay in the dirt, panting.
"Annabeth. Please…" I pleaded, hoping that my voice would reach her. Hoping that somehow, my voice would cut through the dark fog that clouded her mind. She didn't respond. Annabeth gripped her dagger so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She dropped to her knees and straddled me. She leant forward so that her face was centimeters away from mine. I could hear her heart thumping, and my breath hitched.
Her eyes weren't grey. They were golden. The stormy eyes that were so full of life and happiness, were now dull and emotionless.
"Please. Don't do this Annabeth...I love you," I whispered. I felt tears slowly tracing a path on my grimy face. For a moment, I saw something in her eyes. Fear. Hopelessness. I thought I'd reached her. Then Annabeth's eyes clouded again, and my hope had gone out like a flame.
Gaea had taken her. She may as well be dead. Nothing could be done now. Annabeth was gone. My Annabeth. The same person I had known for years. The girl that I would give up my life for...Gone. Just like that.
I felt the cool metal of Annabeth's knife touch my bare skin. The small of my back. The only vulnerable spot on my body after taking a dip in the River Styx. I already knew what Annabeth-or rather, Gaea- was about to do. I closed my eyes. It was hopeless. I was trying to achieve something that couldn't be done.
"Annabeth…" I said again, a little louder this time. But unexpectedly, her eyes simply glowed brighter, and she looked at me with more malice. She leant forward farther, so her forehead leaned against mine. Like a lightning flash, her golden eyes were overcome with a look of apology and regret. But like the last time, they were soon overcome in an instant; replaced by the deadpan orbs of gold yet again.
Her lips barely brushed mine. Her knife was still pressed to my back. She closed her eyes and breathed softly. I saw a single tear run down her cheek, and it dropped on my torn shirt, creating a little tear-stain.
"I'm sorry. So sorry. Forgive me…," Annabeth whispered. I gently pressed my lips against her cold ones. One last time. One last kiss that would last for eternity.
And then I felt the pain. I wasn't sure whether it was from the knife plunging into my flesh, or if it was the cascade of emotions that drowned me.
I heard one last thing before my world plunged into darkness: "I love you…"
She was my kryptonite.
My weakness…
Funny, how someone that had saved your life countless times, could take it away just as fast.
She was the one person that could make me do anything. It was like I was under her spell.
Annabeth Chase, my kryptonite.
Why must all my stories end in someone dying?! Seriously though, for those who didn't quite understand, basically it's at the time of the Giant War, and Gaea possess Annabeth; similar to the way Kronos possessed Luke. And obviously, Gaea chose Annabeth because she's the only one that knows of Percy's weak spot. There were times where Annabeth broke through, but Gaea was too strong.
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