Thanks to SoulHorse for fav/following and to pecabethlover for his/her fav. Reviews! Thanks to the guest who started sobbing (this story gets a lot of that) for his/her review :) Sorry I haven't been thanking/replying like I usually do, I lost a lot of the emails FFN sent me. I also want to say a heartfelt thanks for all the support, it means a lot to me. Can you guys check out my other stories and see if you like them? :D

Anyway…this one's kinda gory, in my estimation anyway. So if you get easily disturbed by that kinda thing, yea. You won't die if you don't read this. But I don't think it's THAT bad. You'll have to see for yourself.

PERCY

Yes, I know what you're thinking. Just read! Also, Rick Riordan owns everything recognizable. :D

Percy looked around wildly, but the rest of the Seven were fighting for their lives. Jason was defending Piper against a horde of angry Cyclopes, Frank was facing off as a dragon against a giant, and Hazel and Leo were working together to defeat a pack of hellhounds. There was no one left. He was on his own.

"Annabeth, don't worry, it'll all be okay," he said desperately, glancing back at her.

She sat propped up against a rock, wincing occasionally as a spasm of pain ripped through her. Percy couldn't bring himself to look at the charred, bloody mess that was her left leg. "If you say so, Seaweed Brain," she half-whispered.

The determination on her face motivated him, and he nodded once before turning back around to meet the monster looming over him. It looked like nothing he'd ever battled, like a mix between a Titan and a Cyclops, and it was out for demigod blood.

Percy was already weak from blood loss and too much fighting, and he knew that he wasn't going to survive this. "I love you, Annabeth," he said over his shoulder, as the monster struck.

Its long, wickedly sharp spear cut through the air, and Percy dodged-but not fast enough, his strength and reflexes long spent. It went straight through his heart; he could feel his lungs gasping for air as blood started to seep through the ragged remains of his T-shirt, and a hole was literally ripped in his chest.

There was a quickly stifled shriek from behind him, and even as Percy fell to his knees, pain raging through him like wildfire, he felt a pang of sorrow for Annabeth. Sadness for the fact that she was losing him. He would die inside if she was killed like this, pitiful and broken.

The monster laughed and started on Annabeth, and Percy closed his eyes in pain. A few moments later, the sickening crack of bones breaking shot through him like another spear, and it hurt. Oh gods, it hurt. Dying hurt, and Annabeth's dying hurt. Percy had long ago accepted that he would sometime, in his demigod life, die, but he had never imagined it as being quite this bad. It hurt worse than anything else in his life had combined.

The monster stormed away, convinced that the two demigods were finished, and Percy heard a faint voice whisper his name. With every remaining ounce of strength he possessed, he turned and found Annabeth there, her face almost as gray as her eyes and blood running down her shirt. But even as he stared at her, he found that she was still the most beautiful thing in his life, and nothing, not even death, could change that.

"Percy, it hurts," Annabeth said simply, pain clear in her voice. She was beyond strength. She was broken. As was he.

"Annabeth," was all Percy managed to get out before he fell back against the ground. Rocks dug into his back, and even through the pain all he felt was a dull sort of acceptance of death. An acceptance of the ending of his life.

"Oh, Seaweed Brain. You know I love you."

"I love you to hell and back."

"Back at you. Oh my gods, Percy, I love you so much."

"Okay."

"Okay." (I could not resist putting that in. Review if you know where this is from, just finished rereading the book :D)

It was so simple, the way they talked to each other in their final moments. Just an exchange of "I love you" and "It'll be okay". And when finally, Annabeth's broken neck caught up to her, as she cried out in pain, Percy put his arm around her to keep her warm, and give her, if only briefly, the allusion that she'd be okay.

He watched the life drain out of her.

Her eyes, always bright with energy, had turned glassy, and her beautifully unlined face was streaked with dirt and blood. While she fought, Annabeth's expression could be so drawn, so tight, so ready for pain and sadness and death, but now it was almost peaceful. And she was; Percy was sure that she was in a better place.

Somehow, he knew it was his time to go, too.

I love you, Mom. You're the best. Paul, thanks for being the best stepdad I've ever had. Poseidon, thank you for being my father. I love you. Piper, Leo, Jason, Frank, Hazel, you guys are amazing. Thank you. I couldn't have lived this long without you all. Annabeth, I love you; I'll see you on the other side. And so went the rest of the quick silent goodbyes he made in his mind as he lay there dying. None of them quite sufficed, or explained how much he loved them or how much they had done for him, but it was all he had. He hoped that it would be enough.

Percy's grip tightened on Annabeth's dead body as he closed his eyes. A dull numbness spread through him, starting in his feet and making its way through his whole body, and soon he was blissfully unaware that footsteps were racing toward him and someone was sobbing. He wasn't aware of anything.

And with that, Percy Jackson died.

Five more seconds, and Piper would've gotten to say goodbye. Five more minutes, and everyone would've. Ten more, and he might have survived. But after Annabeth's death, I don't think he had the strength to do anything. It's sad, really. Although I haven't cried yet. These aren't THAT sad-to me, anyway.

Let me know how I did! I don't write deaths/gory scenes very often. Also, request, please. Hades is next, but after that I'm open. Have a great day!

~ravenclawshadowhunter13