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CHAPTER SIX!
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"Percy?" Sally asked in a hushed tone. She looked worried. "Are you okay, honey?"
Percy looked up to him Mom, still slightly dazed, "Yeah... Yes, I'm fine. I'm fine."
Percy's faced twisted, the weird feeling was back again, sitting at the bottom of his stomach.
"It's just that I-" and then all Hades broke loose.
It all went before Percy just like his vision. The broken door, the cookies, the glass, her.
She burst through their apartment, blonde hair everywhere, a killer glint in her eyes.
"Well, well, well. Baby boy's come home to visit dearest mommy," she laughed.
Percy couldn't believe his eyes. He saw the blonde hair in his vision, but he never imagined it would be her.
It wasn't possible. He had killed her, crushed the life out of her, yet she was standing before him, breathing, alive.
"You're- you're not supposed to be here." Percy's voice shook as he spoke. "You're dead. I-I killed you."
He wanted to jump up and hit her. He wanted to kill her all over again, but he was stuck to his spot, too shocked to move.
Annabeth paced back and forth around him like a tiger circling its prey, playing with it.
"Yes, you did and it hurt. A lot," she growled, "And now I'm here to return the favor."
An evil grin formed on her face and she turned to Sally. Percy's body shook with the urge to protect his mom, but he still couldn't move. He was utterly powerless, useless.
"No, Annabeth, leave her out of this, please," he begged.
Annabeth's grin only widened and she walked toward his mom. "It's been so long, Sally. I've missed you." Her words dripped with hate.
Sally looked surprised. Why would her son kill his girlfriend? What had Annabeth done?
"Oh, I see," Annabeth said smiling, "He didn't tell you,"
"Tell me what?" Sally looked at Percy, "What happened to you two?"
"I-Mom, she-she," Percy stumbled and then took a deep breath, "She betrayed me. She killed my friend. She killed me."
Sally's eyes widened in disbelief. Her poor baby boy. No wonder he looked so broken, so distant.
"Annabeth… How could you? Why?"
Annabeth's face turned into a sneer. "Because I wanted to and I'll do it all over again. Right here."
Before Sally could react, Annabeth was on top of her, pinning her to the ground.
Energy finally returned to Percy's bones and he leapt on to on Annabeth and ripped her away from his mother.
They tumbled across the floor, splashing in the milk and cookies on the ground. The glass cut their skin, but they ignored it, too focused on ripping each other's throats out.
"Oh! I forgot to tell you! I met Paul earlier!" Annabeth's face brightened with the hidden knowledge she would tear Percy apart with.
She opened her mouth again to speak, but instead she was hit in the head with a cookie tray.
"You're not going to distract me again, bitch," Percy growled while holding the tray he grabbed from the top of the oven.
Annabeth groped around her head. A bump was starting to form on her forehead and blood dripped down from her brow.
"You ass. It's rude to interrupt," Annabeth said as she tackled Percy again. She managed to get a blow in that sent Percy to the ground. His hands became strips on flesh, cut by the glass on the ground.
"I was going to say that Paul and I had a very nice chat," Sally gasped from the corner she was hiding in, "I thought he was going to meet me here, but I guess he got help up by a monster or two."
It hurt Percy to hear these words, his stepfather was dead, but Annabeth was distracted telling her story and it gave him the chance to take Riptide out from his pocket.
While Annabeth was looking at Sally Percy lunged at her, swinging his blade.
It slashed Annabeth in the stomach and sent her blood splattering to the ground.
She screamed in pain, "What have I told you about interrupting?!" She was angry now. This was supposed to be quick job and now it was taking too long.
Annabeth whipped out her dagger and ran toward Sally. If she couldn't get a scratch on Percy, she'd get the next best thing.
Percy was expecting her to collapse in pain or least run to him to attack, but never did he think Annabeth would run the other way to his mom.
He tried to stop her, but he was a step behind, a second too late.
Annabeth's dagger hit Sally's shoulder and pulled a scream from her throat. She would have continued on, but cold metal was soon biting at the back of her neck, drawing blood.
"Put. The knife. Down." Percy was rattling with anger. He would have beheaded her right there had his mother not been there. He didn't want to look like a monster in front of her.
"Oh, you mean this old thing?" Annabeth motioned to the bloody dagger in her hand. Bloody dagger. Bloody knife. The visions.
Percy's arm faltered and fear flashed in his eyes. The feeling, that feeling, was coming back, crawling back into his head.
He tried to blink away the incoming pain, but it wasn't working. His mind was slowly splitting in half.
"You don't look so hot, seaweed brain," Annabeth smiled. Things were slightly challenging in the beginning, but she didn't think killing both of them would get this easy.
"Don't you touch her-aarghhh," Percy gasped in pain and dropped his blade to hold his head.
"Ha! Look at you! Pathetic! This is just my lucky day isn't it, Perce?" she snickered.
"Here, let me help you with that headache." Annabeth smashed the butt of her knife on his temple and knocked him unconscious. His eyes fluttered shut and the world was dark.
With Percy no longer a threat, Annabeth faced Sally again, brandishing her dagger.
She dragged the bloody blade across her face, leaving crisscrossing lines of red. "Now what am I going to do with you, Ms. Jackson?"
He was alone again. In the fucking dark again. His mom was with Annabeth alone now. Without him. Without anything to fight with.
All because he couldn't control whatever this was, this vision crap. These headaches were going to get him killed. They were going to get other people killed. Because of that, he needed to get control of it. Practice it, become immune to it, he didn't even know what it was exactly or even where it came from.
Was it a power? A curse? He only knew that it started after he 'died' and was brought back. Maybe that was it... Maybe he was some kind of super zombie with super zombie death powers.
Well, no matter how he got them or where they came from, he was going to use them to get himself out of this dark shithole.
He tried pounding on the ground to get the white wind to show up like before. No white wisps brightened his darkness no matter how much he willed his hands to make them. He pounded until he was sure some of his fingers were broken, but nothing came from his hands, only pain.
Percy tried the other thing that brought him his powers; thinking of his visions. That meant his headaches, but he would suffer through a thousand more just to save his mom.
He focused on everything he had seen so far. The cookies on floor. The milk. The glass. He thought about them so hard he was sure they probably appeared right in front of him in the dark, but still no light came from him.
With no luck, he turned his mind to her and her dagger. Thinking of that had to get him angry enough to get a few sparks of power out of him.
He spent minutes imagining her face, her hair, the dagger, his mom's blood dripping from its sharp tip and still nothing happened. The darkness was unbreakable. The frustration Percy was feeling almost brought him to tears.
Every time he didn't want these powers to appear, they did, but now when he actually wanted them, when he needed them to save his godsdamned mom... Nada. He wasn't getting shit.
"Just help me, please!" he yelled, begging, "Whoever you are just fucking help me!"
Percy was crying now, he tried to stop the tears, but they came down like a waterfall. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. He tried so hard his entire life. What had he done to anger the Fates?
"Damn it! Gods fucking damn it! What do you want from me?!"
What had he done to make them hate him so much? To make them take away everything and everyone he loved? To ruin his life?
Percy let out all of his sadness. He grieved Reyna. Paul. He cried for his mom. For not being able to protect her. He mourned the old memory of his girlfriend. What she used to be. He sobbed until he thought he had cried himself an ocean.
And then he opened his eyes. Puddles of stars surrounded him like diamonds on the ground. They burned like small fires and the longer he stared at him, the brighter they got.
They moved and merged together creating a small silver pond that swirled with hundreds of colors that turned into glimpses of pictures. His visions.
He did it.
He looked into the pool hoping it would show him something useful. Something he could use to wake up. To send Annabeth back to Tartarus where she belonged.
All the pool showed him was the man he had seen in his previous visions. Nothing showing him how to win against Annabeth. Nothing to get him out of this hell. His hope dropped again.
His 'powers' were shit. They were useless. He glared at the man in the puddle. Why couldn't he have the power that man did. It was practically pouring off him like sweat.
That man probably had no one to fear. His enemies most likely gave him one look and ran away in utter terror, hollering for their mothers. If Percy had that power he could protect the people he loved.
His mom would be safe. His friends would be alive. He wouldn't be such a sobbing mess.
He looked at the man in envy. Looked into his white eyes, getting pulled into them. Soon his eyes stung from looking into the vision so deeply.
Percy blinked to wipe away the dryness in his eyes, but they only stung more. They burned now, like they were on fire. He rubbed them, trying to stop the pain, but it only got worse.
He screamed in agony, shoving his palms into his face. Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop. MAKE IT STOP. MAKE IT STOP. MAKE. IT. STOP.
And it did. The pain slowly melted away, the only evidence that it was ever there was the slight soreness in his eyes.
Percy began to open his eyes, but the minute his lids were even open a sliver, whiteness seared his corneas. Everything around him was so bright, like it was made out of solid white light.
It was like staring at the sun, only this sun was a lot bigger, a lot brighter, and a lot more painful. Surprisingly, his eyes got used to it in a matter of seconds. He was in his mom's apartment.
It looked just like it did when he was knocked out. He was like a ghost, looking at his former life from above. A mess of cookies and milk on the ground, the cookie tray with a bloody dent in it, his body was slumped by the table in the dinning room, laying in a puddle of milk and glass, and then there was his mom...
She was in the corner of the dining room being held down by her-Annabeth. Blood was everywhere. It dripped from Annabeth's hands. Ran down the edge of her dagger. It ran down his mom's shoulder. It was smeared all over Sally's beautiful face. It leaked from her stomach.
She was dying, but she was looking at him, his body that was lying useless on the ground. She looked at that boy with so much love. She was going to die because of him and yet she wanted to spend her last moments gazing upon her little sea prince.
Her sad eyes shook Percy to the core, filling him with lava. His veins burned with rage. His hands shook with anger. And before Percy knew it, it was like he was standing in the dining room with them.
His view was different now though. His clear eyesight turned fuzzy on the sides, the colors blending together. Everything was too bright. His blacks were now greys, his reds, pink. He looked around and his body was gone off the floor.
Percy heard gasps around him. Shock shone on Annabeth's face. He had done it. He was back and oh was he ready to kick some serious ass.
"How did you-how is that possible?" For the first time in a long time Annabeth was rendered speechless. It just wasn't physically possible. She had dropped him like a sack of fucking potatoes five minutes ago! And his eyes, holy gods, his eyes were terrifying.
"Ready to be dragged back down to the deepest parts of Tartarus, wise girl?" Annabeth was backing up, almost running away from him. "Now now, don't worry. I'll make sure to leave you with some fun, furry, eight-legged friends."
Percy was grinning like a maniac now. He was savoring this. He felt a steaming rush a power flow through his body and he loved it.
"P-Percy, just think about this, okay? Just-just-"
"Just what?! C'mon oh wise daughter of Athena! Use your words!" He was scaring her. Annabeth was trembling with fear. This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't the plan. She failed again. No no no no no no no.
Annabeth had moving so far back, that she had tripped over some shoes lying by a doorway. She fell flat on her ass and started to crawl away. She knew it was a lost cause, but she still pressed herself to the wall trying to run away or at least make herself look smaller, maybe disappear.
Percy loomed over her like a god of death. His sword, Riptide, hanging threateningly at his side. She held up her hands to block him, no, she held them up in mercy.
Percy laughed. Their roles had flipped. He was now the one scaring her shitless and he was thoroughly enjoying every second of it.
He knelt to the ground and held her in an almost lover-like embrace. It would have looked romantic had he not been choking her and pushing Riptide against her stomach.
He put his face close to hers, so close their cheeks touched, and he whispered breathily into her ear, "What's it feel like to be the weak one, Annabeth? To feel completely helpless?"
Annabeth had no response, she just whimpered in terror and soon wailed in pain as Percy started to drag Riptide along her body.
It was music to his ears. Silk on his skin. Wind in his hair. The smell of the ocean in his nose. His revenge tasted so sweet.
He wanted to drown in her screams as he slid his sharp blade down her cheek. He wanted to swim in her agony as he cut down her arms.
But something broke his bloodthirsty daze. It was a woman. She was crying. Yelling at him. Telling him to stop. He knew that voice. He tried to match a face to it, but nothing came across his mind.
Percy... Monster...
It was like a banshee in his head. Its voice grating in his ears like metal against metal.
Percy, stop... you're hurting her...
And he couldn't shake it off. He clawed at his head, trying to pull this voice out of his damn mind.
"Percy, stop!"
All at once, it was like his head had been pulled out of a tub of syrup. He could hear better, the grating was gone. His vision wasn't blurry anymore, he could see clearly.
His head turned to the origin of the voice. That sad crying voice.
It was his mom. It was his beautiful, dying mom, begging her baby boy to stop.
"Mom?" Percy's voice was ragged, breaking as it left his mouth. It sounded like he had been screaming for hours.
"What have you done? Look what you've done!" The begging and sadness was gone from his mother's voice. Replaced with fear, anger, sheer horror.
Percy looked around. Everywhere was red. It made him sick. The wall where he had just walked away from was the worst.
Bloody hand prints coated the floor, the wallpaper, the furniture. Annabeth's dead body laid there. Worse than he'd ever seen it before. It didn't even look human. It was just strip of flesh sown onto a skeleton.
He looked to his mom. She was pale, stark white against the red around her. Her hands were crimson. They were trying to hold her together, to stop her organs from pouring out on the dining room floor.
Percy rushed to her side and tried to help her, tried to help her stay alive, but she flinched and pushed him away.
"Don't touch me! Don't touch me you monster! Bring me my son back!"
"Mom-it's me. It's Percy-"
"No. My son doesn't have demon eyes. He doesn't torture people!" Percy motioned toward her. If he didn't help her soon, she'd die. He walked past a mirror and saw himself or at least he thought it was himself.
Blood was on every inch of his skin and his eyes, oh his eyes. They weren't the calming green of the sea, not even the poisonous green of a warrior. No, they were that man's eyes. Pale, swirling with power and hate. What happened to him?
"Mom-mom, please. Let me help you-"
"I said don't touch me! I said... don't... touch..."
"Mom?" Percy's voice cracked, "H-hey Mom? Are you-are you still there, M-mom?"
He ran up to her side and this time she didn't stop him. Her eyes were still open, still scared and frightened. Scared and frightened of him.
Percy closed her eyes. He couldn't bear the thought of his mom dying thinking he was a monster.
With her eyes closed, Sally almost look happy.
Percy held her. He held her for hours, cradling her in his arms, smoothing her hair down with his bloodstained hands, humming a lullaby.
He held his mom until till dawn had come and the sun shone pink and orange in the sky. Then he cleaned the apartment up. He made it look like nothing had ever happened that night.
Percy wrapped his mom in blankets, covering her up. He laid her on top of their dining table and grabbed a bottle of alcohol that rested in their kitchen cabinet. Untouched since Gabe had lived there.
He drank half of it. He didn't know what it was, but it was bitter and it burned. It burned away at the edges of his sadness, making everything numb.
The other half he poured all over the apartment. The carpet, the kitchen counter, his mom.
He grabbed a box of matches and lit the corner the cloth encompassing his mom.
He walked out of the apartment.
He locked the door behind him.
Pulled the fire alarm.
And walked away.
Percy didn't know where he was going. He just kept walking.
He never looked behind him. Not even when he smelled smoke or when he saw firetrucks race down the street to his old home.
He walked until his feet were as numb as his mind and as bloody as his hands, but he never stopped.
His old life was gone now. Nothing but ashes in the wind.
And Percy would make sure he would never think of it, hear of it, or see it again.
Hope you liked it! It took me a few tries to get this exact draft out. There were a lot of other crappy versions of this chapter, but hopefully this was a good read for you!
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