Quicktip: Percy isn't invincible, mmkay? Let's just say his invincibility doesn't work in other dimensions. I never liked the fact that he became invincible. It's so... well, yeah.
Now, to get back to the epicosity of it all.
-oOo-
Harry's POV
Percy looked at me weirdly as I smiled at him. He trembled and seemed to back away.
Concerned (what the bloody hell was wrong with him?), I made my way to him tentatively. Suddenly three Darkness Warriors swept down and attacked me. Their dark, steely powers made the sting of my icy wounds even worse.
"Alright!" I told them. "I get it. No mercy. Now shoo."
They went off to fight some Umbrae and I looked at Percy with an apology in my eyes.
He looked even worse at that.
Suddenly, Deliantex landed out of nowhere and started shooting all kinds of objects at me. I couldn't shift from defense mode to offense. I dodged, shielded and looked out for an opening.
My eyes fell on Percy standing behind Delian. He had cuts on his face, but they were nowhere as bad as mine. He looked confused, conflicted and scared.
In my moment of distraction, a huge ice knife cut into my skin again, grazing my left shoulder.
"Percy," Delian called out to him, "This is no time to be hanging around in the background!"
Percy shut his eyes and steadied himself before joining the battle. I prepared myself to finally meet death. For good this time. I accepted that it was my fate.
But Percy was defending... me?
"Percy!" Delian yelled. The shock in his voice was evident.
"I can't let you do this!" Percy yelled right back. "If killing your friend is the right thing to do, then my conscience must be seriously messed up!"
"But it's the only way!" Delian roared, sending tidal waves at Percy, probably hoping it would wake him up. "Harry knows that! He's accepted it like a hero!"
"It's just not right!" Percy matched Delian's frustrated yelling. He weaved the water out of the way and made it vanish. "There's always another way... There has to be."
"Percy."
Percy turned slowly to look at me, and Delian momentarily ceased fire. The three Darkness Warriors that appointed themselves the guards to ensure I don't betray my promise hovered in the air above us, ready to jump in at any second.
"There's no other way," I muttered. Blood was running down my arms. "I've got to die."
"Wh-What if we defeat you, but you don't die?" Percy suggested desperately. "What if you surrendered?"
"Then the Darkness Warriors will finish me off and continue attacking," I muttered, wincing from pain. "I've accepted this, Percy. Don't worry about me. Just... well, kill me."
"That's wrong on so many different levels, dude," Percy said, backing up a bit. "What if... uh, what if..."
"There are no more what ifs!" Delian roared impatiently and sent another huge ice knife at me. It lunged towards me with aggressive speed, and it was too late to do anything.
Pain engulfed me, and my vision blurred. The knife struck my left shoulder again, and I knew this was it. I knew I had no more chance. I fell to my knees and let the pain wash over me.
But something was wrong. It hurt, but I wasn't getting any weaker. I wasn't dying.
What the bloody hell?
Percy's POV
"There are no more what ifs!" Delian shouted in fury, and released an ice knife aimed at Harry.
It was awfully annoying to watch in slow motion. I couldn't seem to move my feet fast enough. The ice knife was the largest and sharpest I've ever seen, and it contained all of Delian's anger and impatience.
In short, the ice dagger was deadly.
It pierced Harry dangerously close to the heart, and I watched him clutch his left shoulder. He yelled in agony as he fell to his knees, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of hatred towards Deliantex.
Delian stepped to Harry's side, the anger in his face replaced with conflicted regret, concern and anguish. He kneeled beside Harry who was now laying on his right, soaking the ground in blood.
"Why the bloody hell am I still alive?" Harry breathed in pain.
"You've got a strong tolerance and defense," Delian said softly.
There was a moment's silence as I knelt beside Harry too.
"Hit me again," he whispered.
Delian and I looked uneasily at each other. "I don't have it in me anymore," Delian admitted. "I... I'm sorry, Harry, I-"
"Hit me again," Harry insisted, with a weak but firm, decisive voice.
I looked at Harry. He looked horrible. He was covered in blood, and I realized I caused a lot of it. The vision of him smiling at me appeared in my mind, and I shuddered.
"Please," he pleaded. "End it. End the pain."
Delian winced and reluctantly summoned another ice dagger. He held it to Harry's heart.
"Don't," I begged. "A-at least not to the heart."
Delian moved the dagger to Harry's left shoulder, the most severely damaged part of Harry's body. He shakily lifted his dagger and brought it down hard on Harry's shoulder.
Shizz, I couldn't watch that.
Harry's POV
"Please," I muttered, feeling intense pain surge through my body, but not weakening it. "End it. End the pain."
Delian shakily lifted an ice dagger to my chest, but Percy stopped him.
"Don't," he breathed. "At least not to the heart."
Delian changed the position of the dagger and held it high above his head, aiming for the wound on my left shoulder. I braced myself for the impact as he brought his hand down.
I was vaguely aware that I was yelling in anguish, but I couldn't hear myself. I could feel the tortutous pain sear through my body, encasing myself in another world. I could hear Delian and Percy yell, but they were miles away.
The great big sucky thing was over.
Percy's POV
"He's gone," Delian concluded, cursing at himself for killing Harry.
Killing Harry.
Harry was dead.
I still didn't believe it. I didn't want to. But seeing Harry on the ground, cold and lifeless, with blood spread out around him... I shuddered and sat next to Delian.
"I-it's over?" I asked silently. Delian didn't have to respond. Looking up, I saw the Darkness Warriors retreating and chanting, "Freedom! Freedom!"
Their master was dead. Harry was dead.
One of the Darkness Warriors swept down and landed next to us. He was the only one not wearing a gigantic, dark smile on his face. He actually looked... sad.
"Hello," he greeted us quietly. "I am Celex. And I'd like to thank you for ending this war. I'd thank master Harry too, but it seems he is gone. I... He was the most courageous man I've ever met."
With that, Celex jumped high up into the green swirling portal along with all the other Darkness Warriors.
A cold, empty feeling settled inside me. I still felt like it was wrong. I'm pretty sure I grew up learning that friends shouldn't kill friends. It's like when you're at the crossroads of right and wrong, everything you learned becomes topsy turvy.
Delian stood up slowly. He looked down at Harry one last time, and I knew things would never be the same. He reached out to help me up.
I stared at Delian's empty hand. I wasn't sure what it was anymore. Was it a kind, welcoming, friendly gesture or a harsh, forboding hand that invited me to death?
Delian killed Harry.
Delian MURDERED Harry.
Delian was going to pay.
I couldn't stop myself. I stood up so fiercely and shot three razor sharp ice discs at him. It caught him off guard and he very nearly got hit. He looked at me with conflicted eyes. I wasn't thinking straight.
He killed Harry - sadness and hatred - not right - death - blood - brotherhood - conscience - attack - he was countering - dodge - MUST - AVENGE - HARRY.
I immediately felt like a robot with only one cause in life - to kill Delian. But then, my mind started working again. The rapid thoughts took more time to make sense.
Why am I doing this? - not right - killing him for killing Harry - just as bad - stop.
I swiftly dodged Delian's angry tidal wave and stopped attacking. I became vaguely aware that Delian was talking to me. Yelling at me. Begging me to understand.
"-think I wanted this?" Delian was saying(screaming). "Do you really think I wanted to kill Harry? I didn't! It was the most painful thing I ever had to do! But not killing him would be an insult to what he stands for!"
What he stands for...
"He stands for everything that's right. A hero."
The words took time to seep in. Then I realized... the words came from MY mouth. I looked up and saw Delian with tears streaming down his pain-stricken face.
"Sorry," I mumbled. Then before he could do anything, I turned around and ran. I ran as far as I could. I ran with the speed and assurance of somebody who knew where he was going. Somebody who had motivation.
But I didn't know where I was going. And the only motivation I had was "Get the hell out of here."
-oOo-
I'm planning to end it here. But... well, tell me what you think. I still have a load of ideas in my mind, actually. So... want me to keep going? Any ideas? :D
And I've got another fanfic in the works, promise me you'll read it when it's up. ;D