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Percy collapsed to the ground. His chest flared with pain and burned like fire. Blood was leaking from his mouth. Soft hands soon embraced him. He tilted his head up and saw grey eyes. They shined and shimmered like silver. He had never seen Annabeth's eyes look so beautiful. He tried to speak to her, but only a series of gargles escaped his mouth.
He gave up on trying to speak to her and lost himself in her silver eyes, so wide and bright, it was like they were filled with millions of stars. He felt like he was half-asleep, like he was in a dream, unable to comprehend anything. He tried to fight the drowsiness, but the hands around him were so warm. He could feel their heat seep into his bones, mending them, and taking away the pain.
He didn't know Annabeth could heal people. Maybe she learned a new trick Percy thought. It didn't bother him much though as he soon fell asleep.
Percy woke up in a bed. Where was he? He looked around the room, the walls were white, almost blinding, and medical tools surrounded him: a heart monitor, an IV, and various other machines that made weird beeping noises. Infirmary. He was in an Infirmary;
Percy looked down at his body looking for the wounds that he got fighting Gaea. He only saw smooth, tanned skin, all healed up. The were no longer any flares of pain in his chest. There wasn't even any scaring from the cuts that he got. He moved his arms and legs around, feeling for even the smallest tug of a broken bone, but he felt nothing.
He didn't remember how, but he was healed.
He looked to the side, and saw Jason sleeping in chair next to his bed. His head was bent down into his chest and soft snores escaped his mouth. He looked like he'd slept the night there. He was covered in a few bandages, but overall, he seemed fine, thank the gods.
"Ja-son, wakey wakey," Percy cooed like he was waking up a child. Jason's eyelashes fluttered and cracked open. He looked around in confusion, not remembering where he was.
"What, oh, mornin' Perce," Jason yawned and he stretched out.
"Nice to see you in one piece, man."
Jason smiled and laughed, "You think some of Gaea's lapdogs could take down this can of whoopass, Perce?" Percy laughed, but saw a nervous look flicker through Jason's face. His smile was tight, his laugh was forced. Something was wrong.
"Everything okay, Jace?"
"Yeah, yeah. Everything's fine. It's just that-" Jason stopped and then let out a worried sigh, "We can't find Reyna. She was with us, but then... Maybe she got lost? Maybe she's hurt-" Percy cut him off.
"We'll find her. Don't worry, Jason. Reyna's a big girl. She can handle herself just fine," Percy answered confidently, but on the inside he was nervous. If they got Annabeth, what's stopping them from getting to Reyna?
Percy pushed those thoughts aside. He had to be strong, a leader, he couldn't show weakness. Not again.
Jason shook his head, "You're right. She's fine," he said as he looked up at the clock on the wall, "Oh shit, we gotta go. The party started ten minutes ago,"
"What party? Where are we going?"
"The party celebrating our victory, fishface. And we're the guests of honor. We're heroes, Perce," Jason replied with a grin, "Come on, we have to get to the Throne Room."
Jason pulled Percy out of his bed and both boys ran out of the Infirmary and towards the Throne Room.
Jason and Percy reached the Throne Room breathing heavily. Percy looked around in wonder. The room was the size of a gym and was filled with hundreds of people, gods, nymphs, satyrs, and many other things that Percy had no idea what they were. He quickly found Annabeth in the crowd and pulled her to his chest.
Annabeth flinched at the sudden movement and almost pulled her knife out. If Reyna had known about her, then what's stopping anyone else from finding out what she was. Annabeth had to stay on her guard for more overly curious people.
"You're okay!" Annabeth squealed trying to sound surprised before she kissed him. Just a few more hours of this. He wasn't supposed to live, but she'd make do. By the end of the night, she'd be done acting.
Annabeth pulled away and forced herself to look worried, "I thought you were done for, Percy."
"You thought I was done for? I thought I was going to lose you, wise girl. And I almost did..." Percy paused, the memory making him shiver, "but now that's over. Now we can celebrate our victory," Percy said as he tried to look happier, but the thought of losing Annabeth was still fresh on his mind and now with Reyna missing, he worried even more.
"Hey, have you seen Reyna anywhere?" Percy asked.
Annabeth stiffened. Someone must have told him she had gone missing. Damn it.
"Oh, um... No, I haven't. Maybe she's somewhere here. Let's look for her," she lied smoothly. Reyna was nowhere near the Throne Room. Annabeth knew very well that Reyna was probably a cold corpse littering the battleground by now.
"Yeah, yeah let's look around," Percy said as Annabeth's lied flew right over his head.
They looked around for almost an hour. They went up and down the Throne Room almost asking each person in the room if they had seen their friend. And the entire time Percy made sure never to let go of Annabeth's hand. He was never letting go of her ever again.
His eyes scoured the faces of dozens of people, none of them were ever the Praetor he was looking for. He was about to check the patio for the fifth time but Annabeth stopped abruptly.
"Percy, we've been looking for her for an hour. She's probably resting or something," she said trying to comfort him. She needed him to stop running around. Her legs were getting tired and this was becoming annoying.
"No. I think something happened to her. Jason said she disappeared sometime before the battle ended. Maybe she's-" he was stopped by a kiss. All problems forgotten with just one of her kisses.
"Reyna's fine. I know she is. Don't worry yourself, we just won the war!" she said with a smile, but the inside she was raging.
Jason that fucking tool. With Percy worried over the stupid praetor, distracting him will take more effort. And Artemis, the man-hating bitch, of all the times she could have gotten over her man-phobia she had to choose this one. If she just kept on being the stuck-up prude that she was, Gaea would have won the war, Percy would be dead, and no one would give a fucking shit about where the fuck Reyna was because they'd all be fucking dead too and oh boy, Perseus Jackson is going to fucking die tonight, a painful, horrible, agonizi-
"Hey, Annabeth," Percy waved his hand in front of her face bringing her back to reality, "You've been glaring at that pillar for almost a minute now. You okay?"
"Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired." She gave him a sweet, fake smile, "Let's go celebrate with the others," and she led him back to the party, smile on her face.
"Alright, wise girl," Percy placed a kiss on her forehead, "How do you feel about dancing? I can do a mean cha-cha slide."
Annabeth smiled tightly and nodded her head. Just a few more hours.
Hours later Annabeth was tired of dancing. She was itching to end this, to avenge Gaea. Instead she was wasting her time fucking around at this idiotic dance party. But being a daughter of Athena, she knew exactly what to do to speed things up.
She grabbed at Percy's arm and pulled him to her. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, "Hey, let's go somewhere else."
"Like where? I thought you loved dancing," Percy laughed. Dimwit. It was like speaking to a toddler.
"What I meant was, let's go somewhere private so we can be alone," His eyes widened at that. He looked like a dog that was just given a bone.
"Oh. You mean, oh. Yeah sure, um, let's go," Percy stumbled over his words. It was actually quite endearing, but Annabeth still wanted to crush his skull.
She took his hand and dragged him across the dance floor and outside. When she first came to the Throne Room after the battle, she had seen a little gazebo hidden from prying eyes that would be a perfect place for her to execute her boyfr- I mean, plan.
They strolled along the little stone path that led to the gazebo holding hands. When they arrived she pushed him into the bench and sat in his lap. Everything was going to be perfect.
"Whoa, Annabeth, I didn't know you were that eage-" a kiss cut him off and he forgot what he was going to say.
Percy was in the Elysium. No, the Isles of the Blessed. They had won the war, his girlfriend was safe and alive, and even better she was kissing him right now.
He stopped, pulled away and looked into her eyes, "I love you, wise girl," he breathed, his face flushed and eyes twinkling like the sun on the sea.
"I love you too," the words felt like poison in her mouth, but she needed to wait. Just a little more.
Percy's eyes lit up even more. He kissed her cheeks, her forehead, nose. He kissed every single inch of her beautiful face except her lips. He would save the best for last.
As he tilted his head to touch his lips to hers he felt a coldness touch his neck. A knife was placed at his throat. The hairs on his neck rose. This wasn't right.
He looked up at her with confusion and reached to pull away her dagger.
"Annabeth what's going on-"
She swiftly bashed his temple with the hilt. He fell to the ground clutching his head. "Don't move and don't talk," she growled.
Percy groaned in pain. He couldn't understand what was happening. He looked up again.
"Annabeth, stop!" Percy tried to grab Riptide out of his pocket, but the second he had it in his hands, Annabeth knocked it away.
"I said don't talk!" she hit him again, this time his nose. The hit threw him to the ground and had caused blood to pour from his face like a fountain. At the sight of his blood she wanted more.
She hit him again and again. Percy tried to fight back, but he wasn't strong enough. Although he had been healed, not all his strength had returned. The battle had run him dry.
She kept hitting till his face was a bloody lump and her hands were dyed red.
Percy could do nothing to stop her. He could only watch through his swollen eyes as she pulled her dagger over his heart.
"Annabeth, please. I don't under-" she silenced him as she clawed him across his cheek.
"This is my revenge, Percy. You killed her. You killed Gaea and for that you will pay dearly!" Annabeth screamed with a crazed look in her eyes.
His confusion morphed into disbelief. She was a traitor. His beautiful girlfriend, his sweet wise girl that he almost sacrificed the world for was sentencing him to death because he killed Gaea.
He grabbed her wrists as she lowered the dagger slowly to his chest. He poured all of what was left his strength into keeping himself alive. "Annabeth, please, don't do this,"
He begged, but she didn't stop, only pushed harder. Percy's arms were shaking with exhaustion. He wouldn't last much longer.
"Oh and by the way, I killed Reyna," she whispered. He faltered, his arms buckling under her as he hesitated. No. It can't be. Annabeth would never-
The dagger was an inch away from his chest. Percy was starting to panic. "C-come on, wise girl, you love me, r-right?" Percy asked hoping she would come to her senses. He loved her and she loved him.
He'd held the sky for her, gone through Tartarus with her, given up the world for her. She loved him, right?
"That, like everything else I've ever done with you, is a lie," His hands lost their grip. Lie lie lie lie lie-
The dagger pierced his skin and he screamed.
"I never loved you," He froze, tears running down his face, mingling with his blood and creating red streaks on his cheeks.
The dagger stuck straight up from his chest. Blood pooled around him. Annabeth had broken his heart.
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