Run. Jump. Dodge. Slash.
I ran through the tunnel, fighting through the battle like my life depended on it. And it probably did.
But I had a destination.
I needed to get the center of this circle of combat. I needed to find John.
Katie was slashing around the monsters next to me, and I smiled despite my situation.
Sweat beaded down her pretty face, and I could tell she was tiring like me. But we were together, and that's all that mattered.
A few hours ago, we had been walking towards the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel in silence.
A few hours ago, I was nervous and excited.
But now, I was in a state of ecstasy that you could only get when you were covered in blood and monster dust.
I destroyed a Dracenai in front of me, and looked forward through the ash.
I saw the back of some Demigods head. Red head. He wore a black trench coat, and when he turned, I saw his yellow amber eyes staring at me. And he smiled that smile that I tried so hard to forget.
It was John.
I clenched my teeth, and bringing my sword down on an aprouching Hellhound, I ran at him.
He was up on the top of an eighteen wheeler, and I ran staight up to the roof of the cab.
This was it. Joh was right here. I could kill him now. I would kill him now. I was underestimated to begin with, but I wouldn't be second to him anymore.
"John! Get down here you bastard!" I yelled. I saw Katie look up at me. She yelled my name.
John glanced at her, and his smile deepened.
He pulled an arrow out of his quiver, and notched his bow.
My heart stopped for a split second.
No. He wouldn't.
"I hope you still hate yourself Spencer. By now, I would have hoped you would know." His taunting voice was infuriating.
I gripped my sword tighter until my knuckles turned white.
"Know what?" I yelled at him. I had no time for games.
He smiled, and looked down at his bow.
"That my godly parent is Erida," he lift up the bow and pointed it at Katie.
"Goddess of hate."
That was when I realized that his eyes were different than before. Instead of the orange amber eyes that he actually had, he had glowing yellow eyes. Eyes filled with hate.
He was possesed by Erida.
My eyes widened, and I yelled, "John! Don't!" The arrow flew.
Katie stopped the arrow with a sheild of vines that had errupted from the cement.
"You are the guy who made John hate himself, aren't you?" she asked softly. I could barley hear her voice.
The vines lowered to her hip, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
She was okay.
John chuckled, and I stared at him with eyes of hate. His mothers eyes.
"Yes, I am. And I don't have to be a son of Aphrodite to know that you two are in love." Niether of us blushed. This was no time for smitten feelingings.
Hatred was a funny thing. It could overpower any feeling, even itself. It envelpoed all happiness, and spit it out, having mutated it into a dark hole of nothingless. I was never going to come out of that hole now.
All I had was memories.
Memories of Juliet.
Memories of John.
Memories of Katie.
Memories of sneak-outs.
The list could go on for ever.
But I knew that I couldn't let it.
I had to kill John, if it was the last thing I did.
I would rather die with revenge than live without it.
Annabeth's face came into veiw.
It was worried, and I knew she was thinking of my fatal flaw.
I kept grudges for years, that was my flaw.
My feelings of hate towards John had only brought one good thing to my life.
Katie.
She saved me, and now I had dragged her into my final battle.
I just wanted her to be safe.
I wanted to watch over her like we did at camp.
Like we did in our songs shared.
I wanted that summer to last forever.
A silence went shared between the three of us.
"Hey Spencer," he asked. I looked at him with a hateful glare.
"How's your sister?"
My eyes widened, and the color drained from my already pale face.
He had gone to far.
I leapt up onto the tin roof of the truck, screaming.
"You bastard!" I yelled, and as I was about to slash my sword, a strange thing happened for the second time in my life.
Everything slowed down.
John, possesed by Erida, knotched another arrow as I was running at him, blinded by rage.
This arrow, I noticed, had a glowing tip, like fire.
He drew back the string, and out of the corner of my eyes, I saw a flash of green.
Than, my vision filled with Katie, surrounded by vines that were catapualting her small body towards me. The arrow flew, and I was slammed off the roof of the truck.
I landed on my back, and the air was pushed from my lungs. I lay there, coughing and stuttering.
I looked up, my vision shaking, and saw Katie standing at the edge of the eighteen wheeler, looking down at me.
Her eyes did not shine leafy green, but more like a dying plant green.
John seemed confused, with one eye glowing, and the other an orange amber, like before.
Katie fell, almost in slow motion, and landed with her arms on both sides of my chest. Her knees were on the sides in a similar fashoin.
That was when I noticed the glowing head of Johns glowing arrow sticking out of her stomach.
A drop of blood dripped from her mouth, and landed on my pale white cheek.
The flower that was tucked behind her hair was turning brown.
She smiled down at me, her soft face glowing with the light of the arrow.
"I… said I'd watch over you…" Her body fell limp and she collapsed on top of me, her head in my pounding chest.
"I love you… Spencer…"
She stopped breathing her shaky breaths, and I stopped breathing as well.
No.
This couldn't be happening.
This was impossible.
I was supposed to die. Not Katie.
Anything but this.
"No…" I whisperd into her hair. It didn't smell like daisies anymore. It smelled like fresh lily's.
The flower of death.
I carfully laid her body on the ground beside me, hers eyes open, looking straight ahead. They were dead eyes.
"No!" I screamed, pulling up my sword.
I looked up at John, my face twisted and contorted with rage and hatred.
John's eyes were back to normal, and looking at the blood that was dripping from his hands in horror.
He noticed me, and I felt my heart sink.
"Spencer?" he whispered, horrified. He looked down at Katie, and his hands started shaking.
He leapt off of the truck, and ran over to her body.
He knelt over it, and hovered his shaking hands over her still body.
I kicked him away from her, and he lay on his elbows in pained shock.
"Get away from her!" I yelled, clenching my fist around my sword.
I felt tears well up in my eyes, but I shook them away.
"Please Spencer! I need to do this!" he said back to me, his voice shaking with fear.
I had never seen John act like this. It was like he had been awakened, like he was changed.
As much as I wanted to kill him, as much as I wanted to see him suffer for this, I didn't. I couldn't bring myself to it.
It should have been easy, right?
He had put me through so much.
I had to make him pay.
But I couldn't.
He asked me for my blade, and I gave it to him.
What if he attacks you? Nagged a voice in my head.
I ingored it, and obeyed.
He held up the sword, and pointed it at his chest.
No. He wouldn't. He couldn't, right?
"Hades, please except this soul… in exchange for Katie Gardners."
He was.
Katie would come back.
With a big heave, the blade was lodged in his chest.
Tears were flowing down his face, and mine were already falling freely.
It felt good to finally cry.
A blue mist came out of the ground, and for a second, I saw Katies face.
She was sad, confused, and looked at me with bewildered eyes.
I looked at her back, and my heart slowed.
The soul melted into Katies chest like ice, and another blue mist floated from John's dying form.
He pulled the sword out of his chest, and collapsed on the cement.
"Spencer… I'm sorry… Don't hate yourself anymore…" as he said the last sentence, it became layered with a high, screechy voice, like a scream.
The one that made me hate myself that night at the top of Half-blood hill.
I felt like the wieght of the sky had just been lifted off my shaky shoulders, and as John layed his head down on the street, Katie took a very deep and sudden breath.
Her eyes flooded with warmth, and her skin became less pale.
She slowly sat up, and gave me a warm smile.
For a second, I was still. She was back, and it all happened so fast…
That hole was filled now. Instead of housing my hatred towards myself, John, and the death of Juliet, it held John's soul, tucked away deep in the fields of Asphodel.
Katie was the one to move first, enveloping my with a warm hug.
I closed my eyes, and basked in the scent of her hair.
We seperated, and I looked into her deep green eyes, the ones that brought me warmth and hope…
Katie saved me from this. John had not been my enemy, but more like a possesed friend.
Erida was pretty enraged about her sons death, but mostly at the fact that he had went and gotten himself killed.
I smiled at her, and she leaned in to kiss me.
I hugged her tightly, and we stayed in that position for a few seconds.
When we pulled apart, I noticed that she was crying a little bit. But only a little.
She was always stronger than me at this.
"I love you, Spencer."
Hugged her again, running my bloody hands through her soft hair.
"I love you to, Katie."
I was okay now.
As long as I had Katie, I was forever, most amazingly, happy.
And that's how I wanted to keep it.
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