Chapter 4: Well Now Who's the Jerk?
Percy POV:
I'm not sure when my dream changed to a nightmare, but all of a sudden, the dock faded and I was surrounded by the famillier, towering building of New York City. I was alone. And by alone, I mean like, completley alone with not even a taxi or a homeless man in sight. It was errilie quiet, as if the drop of a penny on 5th Avenue could be heard all the way in Brooklyn.
"Hello?" I called reluctantly, my voice bouncing off the buildings and met with no response.
Suddenly, there was a light rustle of leaves, and I whipped around as Serena stepped out from behind a tree
She looked the same as she had always, every hair perfectly hair sprayed into place, each nail carefully manicured. The only thing different was her eyes. Instead of brown, they were a deep gold, and they glistened with hatred.
"You." She said, her cold voice echoing through the blackness, "You killed me Percy; it's your fault I died!"
I shook my head slowly, this could not be happening. "I'm sorry there was nothing I could do, Kronos he would have-"
"Left us all alone if it weren't for you!" she nearly screamed, "You're the reason Bechendorf died! You're the reason we all died! I HATE YOU!"
Now she had gold tears streaming down her face, each one like looking breakable and delicate. Jagged glowing lines had etched themseleves across
"Please!" I tried again, nearly in tears myself, "I didn't mean for you to die, I would have died for you if I could! I'm sorry!"
"It's too late for that, Percy!" she sobbed.
"PERCY!"
Hi guys, I know this chapter was short, but it was supposed to only capture percy's POV of the nightmare, Annabeth's will be posted tomorrow! Reviews are always treated with smiles! Thanks for reading!
