Here is chapter three and a fun fact; I wrote this in a car.
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Before anyone could stop him, Percy was on top of her.
Throwing punches at her, strangling her, clawing at her face.
He cursed at her, tears running down his face.
He asked her why she did this. Why she didn't love him. Why she had betrayed him.
And all she did in return was laugh.
They pulled him off of her eventually. He kicked and flailed, his blood singing with anger and revenge. He wanted to kill her and they were taking away his chance to do so.
The gods had to restrain him and even then he still pulled against his bindings, testing their strength, seeing if he could tear them apart.
Percy thought cruelly, "Now they were both in shackles." He laughed. Yesterday they were happy, in love, celebrating, and now... Now he wanted to hold her throat in his hands and crush every one of her bones.
He looked up at Annebeth. Her face was unrecognizable. Blood ran from her nose and face. Her jaw was already turning blue. Percy smiled, he was the one who gave her that lovely makeover.
"Apollo, heal her," commanded Zeus. Although the girl was a traitor, she needed to at least be able to talk to give the council her testimony.
Percy's face twisted in shock, "What?! You're going to heal her? She-"
"Be quiet-" warned Zeus. The king of the gods was starting to lose his patience
"No! I will not! She's a traitorous bi-"
"I said quiet, demigod! If you do not shut your mouth, I will gag you myself!" Zeus threatened and Percy clamped his mouth shut. He didn't want to be zapped dead by a lightening bolt before he got his revenge. He would just needed to be patient.
Zeus sighed and rubbed his temples. He needed to control them otherwise they'd kill each other and while he'd love to see the Athena girl somewhat dead, he needed to play by the rules and have a fair trial.
"Apollo, heal the girl," Zeus said again. Apollo reluctantly rose from his seat and strode over to Annabeth. He placed his hands on her faces and the bruises and blemishes began to melt away.
This time nothing came from Percy's mouth, but his eyes were murderous. He glared at Annabeth hoping she could feel his pain, his betrayal, but she did nothing.
Once she was completely healed, Zeus spoke again.
"Now, we will have a fair and civil trial. First Percy will speak, afterwards Annabeth will speak, and then the council will vote," Zeus looked around, "Understood?"
Murmurs of agreement sounded around the room.
"Alright. Percy, you may speak now."
Percy didn't even bother to tell them his entire story. He didn't want to and he didn't need to.
"I swear on the River Styx that Annabeth tried to kill me last night," he testified. Thunder clapped.
Nothing struck him down where he stood. He didn't die on the spot. Percy stayed perfectly alive. He was telling the truth.
The gods wondered how Annabeth would act. She was already guilty. No one could argue against the Styx.
Everyone looked to the girl but instead of crying or begging for mercy, she laughed like a madman.
"What's so funny, traitor?" Percy growled. He struggled against his chains. They squeaked against the pressure he was putting on them. Some gods were scared they would break, and although they knew it was impossible, but Percy was one of the strongest demigods they had ever seen.
"Oh, nothing," she laughed again, "It's just that you didn't even tell them the entire story!" A wicked glint shined in her grey eyes. They were no longer soft and light like rain clouds during storm. They were cold, hard, like steel.
"No. Don't you dare," Percy's hands itched to be around her throat. His irises started to glow a sickly green color.
The gods looked around nervously. Power was practically bleeding out Percy, what would happen if he got too angry? The chains around his hands groaned dangerously.
"Try and stop me, runt," Annabeth taunted and faced the gods, "The mighty Hero of Olympus; I say three words and he's utterly useless. He wasn't even fight off a weak little girl like me,"
"Be quiet," Percy hissed. His entire body was trembling with rage and soon, the ground began to tremble too.
"And even better he believed those three little words. Isn't that right, seaweed brain," Percy winced at the old nickname, "Hades, he still believes that I love him-" Percy's body seized and he pulled against the shackles as hard. They protested, but he could feel them fracturing and weakening against his sore wrists. Just a little more and he'd be free to kill the bitch.
"What stupid, lovesick puppy would do that? Oh, right," Annabeth gave him a venomous smile, "You."
"I said shut up!" Percy roared and the chains shattered. He jumped to his feet and knocked Annabeth to the ground. They were a ball of black and blonde, scratching, clawing, punching. An earthquake shook the Throne Room violently.
He pinned her to the floor and mercilessly threw punches at her. Her once healed face changed back into the bloody lump it had been only minutes before.
Cracks spread across the floor and ceiling like a spider web. The earthquake was splintering the foundation of the Throne Room, slowly tearing it apart.
"You bitch! Don't you say another word," he snarled. Percy was a demon, power flowing off of him in waves, his body radiating a sickly green light.
The gods tried to reach him and pull him off, but the floor convulsed with such powerful tremors, it knocked the once all-powerful Olympians right on the ground.
"But I love you, Percy!" she crooned, not caring that she was being beaten mercilessly. Her goal was to get him as angry as possible. It was working. And before she could say another word, she received a swift blow to the face and something snapped. Maybe it was her nose. Percy hoped it was.
Annabeth grunted at the pain in her nose, but continued to mock Percy. She needed him angry enough to kill her. I will come to you, Gaea. I will avenge you, Annabeth thought, I will come to you in Tartarus and help you live again.
"Don't you love me back, seaweed brain?" Percy's nostrils flared as she used his nickname again. It no longer sounded loving and cute. It only reminded him of what she had done and what he had lost.
He grabbed her neck and squeezed threateningly. Percy was seething with anger, "Stop talking or-"
"Or what? Kill me? Go ahead. I've gotten what I wanted. I broke you. I killed one of your friends-" Percy tightened his grip around her throat.
"Stop," he hissed. She knew all of his weaknesses, every place to press to get the best reaction out of him.
"Shattered your heart, and stabbed you all in the same night," Annabeth croaked. Even as she was running out of air, she was still smiling. Percy's grip was so tight she could barely breathe anymore.
His entire body shook with rage, "I'm warning you-"
"What's better... is that you... still love me. Who else... do I need to kill... to convince you that I... never loved you? Maybe... your precious cousin... Thalia, or your... parents, or may-" Percy's vision splintered and all he saw was red. She would be long dead before she even got close to his family. Cold, unmoving, dead. And he would be the one to kill her.
He heard a man screaming, raw and painful. Next he heard a crack and then everything went silent.
His vision so returned and what he saw made his breath catch in his throat. Percy had Annabeth pinned to the ground, limp under his heavy body. His bloody hands were around her neck. He couldn't feel her breathing.
The anger on his face was replaced with a look of anguish. He didn't know what to feel anymore. He wanted her dead, but now… seeing her like this… he couldn't bear it. He had loved her for so long and dead inside, some part of him still did even after everything she had done to him.
No. No no no no no no. Not his wise girl. Not his girlfriend. She couldn't be dead.
Tears fell from Percy's eyes, clouding his vision. He took ragged breaths that barely escaped his lungs. Percy finally lost himself. He tried to be strong before, tried to hold in most of his sadness, but the dam had broken inside of him, shattered into a million pieces.
So, he wept for her. He cried rivers that leaked onto the floor that created small puddles. He mourned her. The girl who tried to kill him. The girl he loved.
She was right. After all she had done, he still loved her. Loved her with all of his broken and ruined heart.
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