The title is a quote from Shakespeare (Macbeth). I think it was appropriate for this chapter. This chapter is a flash back, mostly from Percy or Annabeth's point of view. Yeah, it's their fight, the killing... it will probably be morbid, I don't think it's that important to the plot so you can skip it if you absolutely must. Here's a warning as to who's deaths I will describe more then just "and there was (enter name here) lying dead on the battle field: Clarisse, Conner, Malcolm, Grover and... possibly some others... Chiron maybe? Ok, well, be prepared to meet my evil side. No, we do not have multiple personalties! It's our turn to use the keyboard. No, it's OURS! Yeah, sorry about that, we... er... I have my disagreements... with myself, just me here! Time for the story now! We warn you against extreme evilness on our part and suggest you don't read if you are easily upset... And guys? I'm currently looking for a beta! Any suggestions?

Annabeth breathed out. This was it. She looked over at where Percy was strapping on his armor, he looked up and smiled weakly. She tried to smile back and, failing, turned to her half brother, Malcolm. He was struggling to get his sword in it's hilt. Her half sister Emily was strapping her own armor over her shoulder. The cabins prepared for war, the scouts that had been sent out confirmed an army had gathered outside the Camp and a traitor among them, who now lay dead at Zeus' feet, had allowed them entrance. Everyone was serious, even the Stoll brothers. Annabeth picked up her bronze knife, tested the sharpness and put it away safely. She would fight with more sophisticated weaponry. Malcolm finally got his sword sheathed and Emily succeeded in getting all her armor on.

"Well, nice knowing you girls." Malcolm sighed. Emily's eyes widened.

"Malcolm! We'll be fine! Won't we Annabeth?" she asked, pleadingly.

"Of course we will Em." she said, not meeting her younger sister's eyes.

"Yeah, and then we'll all be happy and eat cake!" Malcolm said sarcastically. Emily shoved him.

"Guys! Stop fighting! Of course we'll win Emily, we have to, we're the good guys!" their 9 year old brother Robin put in. "The good guys always win!"

Malcolm looked at the little boy sadly. Then he seemed to change his mind.

"Yeah, I'm just in a bad mood, don't mind me." he said, bending down to adjust the helmet that had fallen over Robin's eyes. Then there was a shout and the Athena children were lurched forward by the crowd. There was nothing to be seen from her position but Percy could see fine. The hell hounds had just bounded into the grounds, by the strawberry fields and the lystragorians were assaulting from the woods.

"What's happening?" Malcolm whispered, he craned his neck to see over the crowds.

"Archers!" Thalia yelled to the small group of Hunters. They notched their arrows and the Camp's archers did the same.

"Fire!" Chiron shouted. A volley hit the front lines of the snake women. Clouds of gold smoke went up and still the campers, alumni and huntresses were out numbered. Percy made his way over to Annabeth.

"I'm going to cut around the battalion, sneak up to where Luke is. I was looking into immortality and it turns out every one has an Achilles heel if they're not born immortal, I just have to find it..." he said softly. She panicked, he was going to kill Luke! If one more person told her to give up on him, she would slit their throat. Unfortunately this seemed like it was going to be Percy.

"Percy! You can't! Let me... talk to him! I can make him see--" but he cut her off.

"Annabeth. That guy is evil don't you get it? Corrupted!" he said, his voice raising slightly. Emily looked over questionably.

"Don't you believe that people can change? Don't you believe there's good in everybody?" she pleaded, aware people could probably hear her now.

"He did change Annabeth, but not for the better. And maybe there is good in everyone, but some people choose to ignore it." he said, matching, if not exceeding her voice level.

"Annabeth, drop it." Malcolm muttered, placing his hand on her shoulder. "We have to fight."

"I will NOT drop it! I used to think of him as a brother, maybe more!" she cried, frustrated by everyone's pigheadedness.

"That's not the point, "used to"s aren't going to help us right now." Percy said grabbing her wrist. "You have to stand with me now, or stand with them." Annabeth scoffed, he was being melodramatic. Just then a hell hound came up, snarling and growling. Percy took out riptide and stabbed at it, but it had already taken the back plate of Annabeth's armor and was swinging her back and forth, like some giant dog toy. Malcolm cried out and Percy stabbed at the thing again. The hell hound let go of her and she was thrown against something hard. She tried to struggle to her feet but she blacked out...

When she came to her head ached and it was dark. She was in the same spot she had fallen, which was strange, the battle didn't seem to be going on any more... there wasn't any celebrating as far as she could tell, no loud noises, if fact there was a strange silence. When her eyes adjusted she gasped. In front of her was Clarisse, a look of surprise and anger still on her face, one of her missing brothers lay a bit father away. So that's where he had gone, to Kronos' army. Annabeth gagged as the strong metallic small of blood filled her nose, blocking anything else. She heard a scuffling noise and a boy muttered, "No, no, they're not supposed to go there! They don't deserve Tartarus..." It was Nico. She tried to call out, but her voice was hoarse. She got numbly to her feet and looked around. She felt sick from what she saw. there was carnage everywhere, worse then she'd ever seen it. The starless night reflected the bleak emotions. From far off she heard a cry. Just a loud shout, no! It was a male voice and she staggered over towards it. Travis Stoll looked unblinkingly at a body. Conner Stoll lay, his blood shining in the moonlight.

"No..." he said softer. Annabeth's thoughts echoed the word.

No.

No.

No.

What was happening? She struggled further, hearing things now, sobs maybe? Shouts and one word repeated- why?-

"Hello?" she called. "Is anyone there?" there was a shuffling to her right.

"Annabeth? Is that you? Annabeth, I think... I'm hurt really badly." it was Grover, sitting on the ground and holding his side. "I tried to help Malcolm, but it was too late and the monster attacked me from behind."

"Too late?" she asked quietly. Grover nodded and gestured to his left. Malcolm had died quickly, his head at a slightly odd angle, presumably his neck had broken. His eyes were wide open, but the rest of his face had an almost, told-you-so expression on it. Malcolm is always a bit of a pessimist and worrywart. Was.

"Oh Grover, let me see." she said moving toward him. His grimaced as she lifted away the shirt to observe the wound on his left side. Annabeth tried hard not to gasp as she realized how deadly that was. It was a surprise he was not dead already. Blood soaked her hands as she put the shirt back.

"Let's get you to the big house." she said. He shook his head.

"No, there's nothing they can do. And no one to do anything. The big house is burning as we speak and Chiron is dead." Grover said " We lost pretty badly huh?"

"Annabeth? Are you OK?" Percy said as she stumbled out of the car. She hadn't wanted that memory... it was horrible. She just sniffled, cursing herself for it. The Camp was gone, all you could see was burnt foundations in a familiar U...

OMG, please don't hate me! I had to do it! Next chapter will be Percabeth (albeit a bit angst-y, in the romantic sense of the word...)