Hey guys! I'm back, with an early Christmas present! Did you guys like the twist? Told you that you wouldn't see it coming! Anyway, Merry Christmas, or Happy Holidays. So this chapter is gonna be both sad and torturous. Percy, well he's going back to Kronos. Annabeth, well, her Seaweed Brain is dead. So basically, they're gonna have a lot of fun! (If you didn't catch that sarcasm, then Percy would be ashamed.) Dedicated again to Ultra Happy Peep, whose review guilted me into staying up till midnight and writing this. (I don't blame you for it; I just didn't want you to be hairless) Also, they made a back-up plan to get him right after the war. I got the color idea from the hostage and I think you should read Masking the Pain. Anyway, Does anyone else have homework they're not gonna touch until January? Is it just me? Anyway, disclaimer:
Annabeth: No! Seaweed Brain! Come Back!
Percy: *behind corner* so so so sorry wise girl. Just thank the gods this isn't real. She doesn't own us.
Abby: Not yet! *grins evilly.*
Percy POV
Ten minutes. That's how long it took Percy Jackson to sneak out the window, grab a two-pound dummy and get back. That was extremely sad. Sorry. I have an ADHD brain and I'll randomly note stuff like that.
Annabeth. She was going to be heartbroken. I couldn't believe I was going to do this to my wise girl. Make her think I was dead. But Bianca would explain. Bianca would tell her that I was alive.
And she would see Nico again. It felt like I had done one thing right. The kid loved me now. But I'd never be able to dream of replacing Bianca. That's why it was okay for me to do this. To sacrifice myself for her. Because Nico had gone for a year, believing that it was my fault. I believed it too. Still do. And this made it right.
As I tossed the dummy onto the bed, my broken arms turned to lead. I fell under the bed, screaming bloody murder. I heard footsteps. I shut up just as the door burst open. "Percy?!" Annabeth shouted, racing to 'my' side. She put her head on the fake me's chest.
After waiting for two seconds, she screamed. "PERCY! Wake up! Please!" she was crying now, pumping 'my' chest, and trying to get me to breath. It didn't work. She cried harder.
"No. no. no. no. no. He promised he wouldn't leave! Percy! Please, please come back to me." She said into 'my' hair. The last part was a whisper.
I was crying, too. They slid down my cheeks without a sound. That was the way I left her. Left my wise girl. I left her alone.
I got on Blackjack without anyone noticing. They were too busy trying to comfort Annabeth. I doubted that they would succeed.
Where to, Boss?
Medusa.
He acted without question. In moments we were at the place I had been years ago with-No. Don't think about her. I jumped off, wincing when I hit the ground.
Thanks, dude.
Welcome, Boss. With that, he flew away.
I walk in, pretending not to notice the rusty sent of blood, my blood. I've gotten used to it. I'm looking around when a hand grabs my arm. I wince as they are both pulled behind my back with more force than necessary. Even then I don't try to resist. Bianca, she has to get out of this.
Two minutes later, Luke is pacing in front of me, and I'm gagged and bound on the floor. My eyes are trained on the ground.
"We got you again, Jackson." He says, pulling my face upwards, so I'm forced to look at him. "It was just as easy as last time." I eye Bianca, who is in a similar situation next to me, except she's not gagged. He notices my look.
"Don't worry, Perseus. We'll let her go home." Luke says, and I meet Bianca's eyes. It's almost like a conversation.
I'm so sorry Percy. I was stupid. I let them get me. She conveys, eyes guilty.
It wasn't your fault. And you're gonna be alright. You're gonna see Nico again. Just go to camp. And… could you tell them exactly what happened. For real? I want Annabeth to know. I try to soothe her, and then make a last request. She nods, and I sigh in relief. Annabeth will be fine. With that, I pass out, my last thought of Annabeth. My love. My Wise Girl. My job to protect.
Annabeth's POV
He was gone. Gone. I sobbed into his chest. He didn't move. Didn't attempt to comfort me like I knew he would if he were alive. "Percy. Come back to me." I whisper into his hair, kissing his forehead. He doesn't even stir. No one tries to take away his body. They just circle around me, saying words I can't hear. Don't wanna hear. They'd be about how he died a hero. I'd rather he be a coward then dead. But he's not. And that's why I love him. He's my Percy. My stubborn, reckless, idiotic, endearing, brave, Seaweed-headed Percy who I can't live without. Slowly the day goes on. No one moves. I keep crying into his chest. The one place I thought I'd always feel safe in is the very reason that I'm broken.
2 weeks later. The burning of the shroud.
It refuses to burn. It's like Percy that way. Stubborn, refusing to be defeated by the opposing force. I remember the day we made these. He sewed words onto mine, a letter he didn't want me to read. But when he was gone, I read them. And remembered them. Now they're all that's left of him.
Love of my life,
I can only hope to never see this burn.
But if it ever has to, I want you to know, I would have died a long time ago.
You gave me a nickname and a reason to want to fight the war. You're the reason we won.
You're the reason I fought. And I never want to let you go.
-Seaweed Brain
It had made her cry then and it made her cry now. The shroud still refused to burn.
Bianca Di Angelo came running in, looking nearly as bad as Percy.
"Bianca!" Nico exclaimed through his tears. He squashed her
with a hug and she put her arms around him, but didn't take her eyes off me.
"Annabeth. He's alive."
What did you guys think? Kinds a filler chapter, I know, but its midnight, gimme a break. Anyway, review and Eat Pie. Think we can make it to 50? PLEASE?! THANK YOU!-Abby