-Still Flashback POV-
Percy shuttered when the ground began to shake and as he advanced towards him.
The Minotaur snorted out smoke from his nostrils before charging. Dirt flew back with each step it made, leaving little craters.
Percy's mind was a blur. The only thing he could understand or feel was the glint of gold from the spear with sharp pains every so often piercing his sides.
Though he couldn't see it, he knew that blood was flowing down his arms from the tears on his shirt. It was sticky, warm, and thick.
His eyes widened, he still had his Achilles curse right? But then he remembered how Annabeth was his lifeline and that answered everything.
Struggling to keep up he fought the urge to groan as the spear made a huge gash on his shoulder.
Who knew the Minotaur could be such a tough opponent. It didn't help when he wouldn't fall for the same side step trick either.
Percy prayed to the gods bitterly, but after a few more minutes of leaving him in silence he decided to take the matter into his hands.
Percy could feel his mind numbing as a familiar glint of gold came at him for the hundredth time. He had given up, he wanted this.
Suddenly he saw Paul's mangled body only a few feet next to him and anger flashed in his mind. This beast destroyed and killed his family.
"You will pay!" Percy/Perseus snarled at the Minotaur. Instead of green, his eyes had a tint of red that promised pain and death. "You will pay greatly!"
It was as if his body had a mind of its own. One second he was on the ground ready to feel the spear in his stomach only for his hands to grip it and wrench it out of the beast's meaty hands.
He even surprised himself when he dug the spear into the Minotaur's foot pinning him to the soil ground.
With grace, he flipped onto the beast's back as it roared in pain trying to bring its feet up. He was blinded by the stinky fur but quickly found something to hold on to as the Minotaur buckled.
Without seconds to spare he ripped out whatever he was hanging on to with all his force.
In one last snort the beast shook Percy off and quickly erupted to a pile of golden dust.
Clouds began to gather where he was and lightning struck. He wouldn't be surprised if Zeus was fighting with Poseidon over who was more powerful.
They didn't even help me.. They left us to die..
He embraced the rain as it gave him energy. With sharp breaths he painfully rolled himself over to his side and saw his reflection in a little puddle forming around him. He looked like some deranged zombie.
Sally, Paul, little sister, he could already feel those names slipping away even as he stared at their corpses. He screamed out his sorrows as he laid there wishing for death.
Percy felt something in both hands and dropped it near his body. He realized that he had torn both horns from the Minotaur, with his bare hands. Percy gave a manic laugh as rain began to pour on him.
Out in the distance he could hear sirens and flashing lights coming towards him...