Authors Note: Hi, so important stuff is that this is a mature chapter which deals with self-harm. If themes and topics of this nature triggers you even slightly then, please do not read it. Your safety and well being is much more important than a fanfic online. If you do not have these issues then please continue. This chapter I would say is my favorite. I feel like the imagery and characters are much more in character for this one shot than some of my others.

Percy patted the soft sands of the sea floor making sure that the burial was as pristine as possible. His friend deserved it. He decorated the site with assorted pieces of coral, seaweed, and a starfish trying to keep his bubbling anger and frustration to a minimum. They deserved better than that. Once he was finished, Percy looked over the small burial site. He had spent nearly an hour on it, but he still felt like it was inadequate.

Percy screamed. If only he had gotten there a bit sooner. He was in his own territory; he should've at least been capable of saving a fish. He carved out the name he had given his fishy friend at the bottom of the grave. "Carl" it read, may he rest in peace.

Percy grumbled and emerged out of the lake fully clothed and fully dry as usual. It was gonna be another one of those days. He stood and took a moment to clear his head. Percy looked at the ground with determination and told himself he was not going to have those thoughts. He needed to not have those thoughts. He walked quickly toward the dining pavilion until he realized that he had most likely missed breakfast. "Great!" he thought and turned around. He walked towards the arena at a swift pace muttering Greek curses and trying with all his might to keep the thoughts away.

"Hey!" a voice called. He recognized her voice but kept walking, "Don't you dare ignore me Seaweed Brain!"

Percy turned around and Annabeth stopped. She had a wide smile on her face. Percy didn't wear his usual goofy smile today. His face drooped from exhaustion, his posture sagged a little, and his eyes were much darker than usual. Instead of their rich sea green, they were now a cold blue trench.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her grin turned to a look of concern, "You missed breakfast. I came to get you too but, you weren't in your cabin." Annabeth swayed a bit nervously, "I was starting to think that we had another demigod exchange situation."

Percy put up a fake smirk and grabbed her hand, "Oh please Wise Girl. Even wiping my memory isn't enough to erase my love of breakfast foods!" He sighed lovingly, "Now blue pancakes, that's worth drooling in your sleepover!"

Annabeth studied his face. Her silver eyes scanned over him in the same fashion that she used to tear through books. He was sure now that she was hoping to find a latch which, when opened, would reveal that he wasn't really Percy but a Martian in disguise. Her eyes made three whole scans of his face before she finally concluded, at least within Percy's imagination, that he was in fact not a Martian.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked.

"Just fine," he lied. He let go of her hand, "I'll see you later," he waved and walked off leaving a confused and frowning Annabeth. Percy walked into the arena and saw Jason teaching a swordsmanship class in what he, Annabeth, Jason, and Reyna had called Greco-Roman style. Percy kept to the side to try and avoid Jason seeing him. For most people, this would've been difficult since it was just him and Jason's class but for Percy Jackson it was impossible. Newbie students started pointing at him in awe and began excitedly whispering to each other. Normally Percy found this amusing but today he found it annoying. Jason turned to see what the excitement was about, saw Percy, and waved. Percy waved back.

"Hey Percy!" Jason called, "Wanna help me teach the class!?"

Percy silently exhaled in frustration. It wasn't that he didn't like Jason, quite the opposite actually but, he just couldn't speak to his friends today. "Sorry man, I kinda wanted to practice on my own if you don't mind!"

Jason and his class looked disappointed but the smile returned to his face and he called out, "Okay! Don't worry I'll show off for the both of us!" Percy smiled and nodded as a response. He picked out a practice dummy, uncapped Riptide, and began hacking away. He swung with his usual routine, a few fancy moves, a few normal ones. Mostly, he just wanted some time to think. As he hacked away at his poor practice dummy, he began to think back to this morning.

It wasn't like his day had started out great. He had a nightmare where he stood on the beach at camp. This beach, however, was wrong. He didn't know how but, he could tell that each grain of sand was the grinded down bones of his friends. The beach smelled of rotting corpses. The water was not water but instead a sea of blood of varying types. It was enough to fill the world's blood supply for the next ten years. The sky above was brown like the world's least appetizing chocolate bar and the sun was a frozen blue. Everything was wrong. Percy heard Annabeth, Grover, Nico, Jason, Leo, Piper, Hazel, and Frank call to his right from far away. He turned to see them walking towards him. It was strange though; the beach changed every time they took a step. Whenever one of their feet hit the ground, a little circle of sand around their foot changed from its unnatural bone white back into the regular camp sand that Percy was familiar with. Once they removed their foot, however, the sand returned to its chilling color. His friends glowed as if they had the natural yellow sun beating against their skin. Their eyes, clothes, sunglasses, etc. didn't reflect the eerie cold putrid surroundings that Percy's clothes and face did. Instead, their eyes gleamed as if they saw the bright yellow sun and their sunglasses reflected blue seas while Percy's skin reflected crimson blood. The air around them changed too as if theirs was so much warmer, so much happier.

"My apologies son of Poseidon," a voice, or more like many voices called. They were a plethora of male and female voices most of which he assumed were teenage which wove together into an appalling sinister voice. The individual voices were familiar but, there were so many that he couldn't recognize a single one. All the voices were either whispering, laughing, or contributing to what he heard. "Would you prefer this?" he heard the voices ask. The world flickered. It was as if Poseidon and Zeus had finally agreed on something and decided that they didn't like this shade of paint anymore. The familiar scent of the sea filled Percy's nostrils. He heard the familiar back and forth of the waves on the shoreline. The colors were now correct, more vibrant even, but everything was still wrong. The smell of the sea felt poisonous somehow and the lapping of the waves irritated him like nails on a chalkboard. The colors, while vibrant, were still as cold, hollow, and disgusting as it was before. He stared at the water which was now the most perfect blue but yet still the most repulsive thing in the world. He turned to his friends. Their surroundings were different. Percy was now experiencing the same things they were but, somehow it still wasn't the same. When the sun hit their bodies, it was warm and fuzzy. When their toes hit the sand, it looked like it was soft and welcoming. When they took a whiff of the sea air, they were refreshed. Percy, on the other hand, felt a sweltering sun with itchy sand and an uncomfortable sea smell. What was different about them? Why were they different? Percy walked forward a bit to meet them but, before his friends could reach him, they'd all disappeared.

"NO!" Percy yelled. He turned aimlessly, "Bring them back!"

"You do not belong with them," the voices replied.

"Why were they different?" Percy asked.

"The better question," the voices responded, "Is why are you different?"

Percy turned to try and find the source of the voices, it was everywhere, "Why am I different?"

The voices curled in anger offended by the very question it had made him ask. "You are different because of your sins Perseus Jackson!" it bellowed. "We are the world that you live on, we make up your ground, your sea, your sky! It is through our spilled blood that you live!"

"I-I don't understand," he half lied. He finally recognized one of the voices. It couldn't be, there was no way.

The voices did not have a face but somehow, he could tell it was smiling a wicked smile, "I believe you do," it said.

Percy woke up covered in sweat gluing him to his bedsheets. He woke up at 5:30 and no longer had any interest in sleeping, not after he had heard that voice. He had gotten out of bed, got dressed, and went for a swim to calm himself down. It took a few minutes before Percy finally convinced himself that lake water was indeed not the sea of blood he had seen in his dreams. Percy dove into the lake and sped down toward the depths of the sea.

His mind had replayed every moment of the mission when Beckendorf died. It was Beckendorf's voice that he recognized, he was sure of it. He hadn't placed any of the others but, thinking back, he was pretty sure he had heard Silena and Bianca's too. The current propelled him forwards zipping him closer and closer to the seafloor. If he had held off for just a bit longer, if only he had stayed a bit closer to Beckendorf then maybe he would still be alive. But, he wasn't and instead, Percy was. Why was he in the voices? Why was Bianca? What did they mean, We are the world you live on? That's when he heard Carl the fish crying out in agony. Percy swam towards the noise to find a small fish writhing underneath the remains of a boat. One of the broken jagged edges of the remains was on top of Carl slowly decapitating the fish under its weight. Percy rushed in to help and used his control over water to lift the boat off of Carl.

Thank you lord.

Carl died almost immediately after that. Percy had shown up too late. It was just like Beckendorf...like Bianca, like Silena, Luke, Zoe, Ethan, Michael, Castor, and so many others. He had failed them, all of them. He spent his next hour finding a suitable place to bury Carl and making the best fish grave he could. Every one of his friends' deaths played in his mind. Every one of them could've been saved if Percy had been just a bit quicker, smarter, stronger.

"Percy!" he felt a hand touch his shoulder. He would've jumped if his legs had allowed him to but instead he stumbled and fell on his butt. Sweat drenched his arms, face, chest, and back. The memories of the morning left him and he snapped back to reality. He was in the arena practicing on a dummy. He panted hard and saw a hand offered from above. "Dude" Jason said, "take a break, you've been going at it for four straight hours."

Percy looked stupidly up at him and then around the arena. His class was gone. The place was empty except for the two of them. "What?" he asked.

Jason laughed but had a twinge of concern on his face, "You've been practicing on that dummy for four straight hours. You didn't even stop for a break."

Percy looked at the practice dummy and saw a mangled stump with sheared bronze armor and a caved-in helmet hanging off to the side, "Was it really that long?"

"It was honestly kind of amazing at first," the blonde said, "But after a while it became concerning. Annabeth came by four times to see you but I guess you didn't notice. I thought I'd stop you before you passed out from exhaustion especially since you missed breakfast."

"Oh," Percy said, "Sorry."

"Come on," Jason picked Percy up, "we can still make lunch."

The two walked towards the dining pavilion. Percy's steps were sluggish and his legs seemed to hate him but, he made it and plopped himself onto the Poseidon table. He slumped forward and rested his forehead on top of the table. A miserable groan exited his mouth.

"It's your own fault Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said sitting next to him. His head was still placed on the wood. "I mean seriously! Who practices for four straight hours!?" Percy turned his head to look at her. She swept her golden curls away from her face. She was giving him an angry glare. Her silvery eyes studied him deciding that she actually wasn't convinced that Percy was not a Martian. He watched her brows furrow over that perfect tan face of hers. Gods she was beautiful, he wished he had appreciated it this morning. He turned back to face the table, "Yeah, pretty stupid of me," he mumbled. Annabeth stared at him, "Now eat lunch with me at least."

"Not hungry," Percy mumbled. He felt a hand wrap around the collar of his shirt, yank him upwards, and smack him upside the head.

"Eat you moron!" Annabeth yelled, "What is the matter with you!? You're acting like Tyson died or something."

Percy scowled and looked at her. Her hand covered her mouth, "Oh gods. Tyson didn't actually-"

"He fine," Percy said, "I think. It's been a while since I've spoken with him."

She relaxed, "Ok, then eat!" He reluctantly grabbed his plate and began eating. Annabeth spoke to him about leading the Athena cabin to archery and the lava climbing wall. She thought some of the newbies were a bit slower but still promising.

Percy didn't listen. His mind dwelled on the voices, It is through our spilled blood that you live he recalled. A familiar sorrow entered his mind. He tried to fight the thoughts remembering the promise he made to himself this morning. Unfortunately for him, the thoughts were relentless. Somehow, his ADHD-riddled mind had now become hyper-focused on tormenting him with the same pain day after day. At the beginning, the thoughts were small and fleeting, but as time went on, they became stronger and louder. They pounded through his head over and over again consuming his life. Between every quest, every capture the flag, and every date with Annabeth, there was the lingering thought of who Percy Jackson was going to get killed today. What poor soul would lay their life down so that the so-called "hero" could save the day? There were times where he wondered if he should stay away from Annabeth. If anything happened to her then Percy would personally throw himself back into Tartarus. There is no hell that is as terrible as losing her. But, he couldn't get over the thought of how he should already be down there.

It struck him for the millionth time just how unfair it was. He thought about Bianca and Beckendorf often. A shiver went down his spine. He'd watched them die. It was unfair, their lives just ended. They were two lives, both of which deserved life much more than he did. Both of which died for him. It was unfair. The ground he stood on was being carried by them. He was allowed to enjoy the soft ground, the warm sun, and the fresh air only through Beckendorf's charred body and Bianca's crushed one. No, it wasn't just them, it was Luke's crumpled body. It was Silena's burned-off face, Zoe's starry hollow eyes, Michael's drowned corpse, Ethan's falling from the sky, Castor's bravery, and the maimed, bludgeoned, and dead of so many others. Percy hadn't traded just two lives for his own. For all he knew he had traded in over a hundred. His eyes stung. One hundred demigods, all of which deserved more. Dead because of him. He understood perfectly now. The ground he stood on had been bought by corpses. Too many corpses.

"You're not listening are you Seaweed Brain?" Annabeth said.

He stopped eating. Percy felt like he was going to puke.

"Something happened didn't it?" Annabeth said, "What's wrong Percy?"

Percy turned putting on the best fake smile he could muster "Nothing."

"What happened?" she asked.

"I had to bury my friend Carl," he muttered the smile quickly turning into a frown.

"Carl?" she asked her brow raised.

"He was a fish that I failed to save this morning. I named him Carl," Percy said.

Annabeth's brows furrowed. She opened and closed her mouth as if she was going to say something but decided not to. Finally, she said, "This is not about a fish and you know it."

"Hey!" he snapped, "Fish are people too!"

"No they're not," she replied.

"No...they're not," he relented, "But they mean that much to me!"

She looked at him quizzically and then down at his plate, "You've barely eaten."

"I'm not hungry," he stood, "I'll see you later." Percy ran as fast as he could away from the pavilion. He saw several campers give him the side eye. He heard Annabeth call after him but he couldn't see her. He didn't wanna see anyone today. He ran to Zeus's fist and sat down exhausted.

Guilt flowed through his mind. He thought about all the sacrifices others around him had made for him. His mother had spent so much time with Gabe for him, so many people had died for him, Annabeth had taken a poisoned knife for him. He wondered if it had been a mistake for him to have led camp Half-Blood in the Battle of Manhattan. Maybe if Annabeth had taken charge, not as many demigods would've died. He began to tear up. He was too reckless. He should've remembered that only HE was invincible in that battle. He expected too much of the other campers. He expected them to repel the enemy despite how outnumbered they were. Because of him, so many demigods died. If he had just spoken to Silena more and learned more about Luke, he could've saved both from dying. He should've known that Zoe was Atlas's daughter. He should've been the one to enter the automaton, not Bianca. It was his plan. He should've made sure Michael was safe when he destroyed the bridge. It was all his fault. He rubbed his eyes. Percy heard footsteps running towards him and turned to see Annabeth coming for him. He jumped up and bolted before she got too close.

"Percy!" she yelled, "Get back here! Tell me what's going on or I swear I'll break you!"

Percy ran until he found the nearest stream. He could hear Annabeth closing in on him.

"Don't you dare Percy!" she yelled still sprinting towards him.

He dared. Percy jumped in and rode the current like a torpedo all the way to a place where he could be alone.

He plopped himself into the cave. He was sure that he was the only one who knew of its existence. The mouth opened into the sea. There was a ledge like a horizontal line where the water ended and the ground began. The other end of the cave opened near the beach but it was difficult to see and obscure if you didn't already know about it. Percy pulled himself out of the water and onto the ledge. He sat upright and began sobbing. He couldn't take it anymore. He cried for everyone who had died. He cried not only because they were gone but because it was his fault. He cried over the fact that Beckendorf and Silena could never get married. He cried that Zoe would never be able to join the hunt again. He cried that Bianca would never have the adventure she always wanted. He cried that Nico would never see his sister again. He cried that Ethan would never be able to walk into the Nemesis cabin. He cried for everyone else. So many lives, so many gone, but Percy wasn't and he wished desperately that he was.

There was the sound of pebbles clattering at the entrance of the cave. Percy turned but saw no one through his bleary eyes, "Is anyone there?". There was no answer. He looked for a moment before muttering, "Wind." He looked down at the ground.

"Hey guys," his voice shook, "I don't know what to say but, I'm sorry. I hope you're all in Elysium."

He took a shaky breath and continued, "None of you deserved to die." He paused, "It hurts you know. It hurts to know how many of you died because of my mistakes. Bianca, I know you've been reborn, but Nico will never see you again."

Percy hung his head, "I get the privilege of breathing, laughing, and loving because all of you gave up your futures for me. Even though each and every one of you deserves it more than I do. It's unfair."

He began crying again, "The truth is that I'm tired. I've never told anyone this, not even Annabeth but, I really just want to go away. I can't do it anymore. I'm so tired of seeing my friends die because of me. I'm so tired of taking them on dangerous missions and watching them get hurt. I can't bear to hear their screams anymore. And it's all my fault. I do this. I get a prophecy, or a quest, or I make a mistake and someone else pays for it."

He wiped his eyes, "Sometimes I wonder if everyone would be safer without me. Sometimes I wonder why did I live when all of you died? During the Giant War I think a part of me had secretly hoped that I would be the one to die. I didn't want to see another precious demigod perish because of my stupidity. And I guess I thought that I would finally get what I deserve. I mean-"

Percy choked back a sob, "Michael, I practically killed you! If I had just been more careful about how I destroyed that bridge then you would've been fine! Bianca, it was my idea. You weren't even that experienced yet. I should've gone inside. Beckendorf, I'm so sorry. You never even got to say goodbye."

His face fell into his hands, "I'm so terrified that one day it's going to be Annabeth or my mom or Paul. I just want them to be happy. I want my mom to stop worrying about me and be with Paul. I want Annabeth to become the world's greatest architect. I wanted all of you to return home to your loving families. Instead, you're all dead and all I'm left with is this sword."

He uncapped Riptide and studied it. The blade vibrated as if it was trying to resist him. "Chiron did say it had a bloody history." He stared blankly at the blade and then pressed the tip to his heart. It vibrated like it was afraid. It didn't want to strike its own master. "The world is safe," Percy said, "I can't have anyone else dying for me." He began to push the blade into his chest. The blade sank into his flesh and blood started to pour out.

"PERCY!" He heard a loud shriek and suddenly he was plunged over the ledge and into the water. Riptide was pushed out of his hand and quickly plummeted to the bottom. He found legs wrapped tightly around his torso and an arm around his neck. The person's other hand was clutching Percy's fingers to stop him from getting Riptide. He could feel a face buried into his back. He craned his head to see who it was. Annabeth was coiled tightly around him. They kept sinking lower and lower. She was turning purple. "Oh gods," Percy thought, "She can't breathe." Percy made a bubble around her face. She did not breathe. "Annabeth!" he yelled, "Annabeth breathe!" She did nothing. Percy shot the two of them upwards and within no time at all he had dragged the both of them back onto the ledge. "Annabeth!" he yelled, "Breathe!" She would not do it. Percy tried to pry her off but every time he moved she just coiled tighter around him. Eventually, Percy was able to pry her off plopping her onto the ground a bit harder than he would've preferred. He touched her face as it was starting to lose color "Annabeth breathe!" he yelled.

Her eyes fluttered open and then Annabeth began taking in huge gulps of air. She rolled over and started coughing and sputtering. Percy rubbed her back a bit before recoiling and sitting down relieved. The wound in his chest had completely healed. He wondered if Riptide still had his blood on it. Percy uncapped the blade which had returned to his pocket. The blade hummed with relief. There wasn't a spot of blood on it. He turned to see if Annabeth was okay. Annabeth turned to look at him too. Her pupils darted from him to Riptide in his hand. Her eyes widened, "NO!" she loudly shrieked. Percy was sure that she had broken the eardrums of every living thing within a ten-mile radius. She tackled him onto his back wrenching Riptide from his hand and chucking it like a faulty grenade. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist again and her arms tightly around his neck. Annabeth buried her face into his chest and began sobbing hysterically.

"Annabe-"

"IT'S MY FAULT!" she screamed, "CHARLIE, SILENA, BIANCA IT'S MY FAULT! NOT YOURS! BLAME ME!"

She was crying without end. Every time Percy tried to move, Annabeth coiled tighter around him and screamed, "NO!"

"YOU PROMISED!" she screamed, "AS LONG AS WE'RE TOGETHER!" Guttural wails exited her mouth. "PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME PERCY!" she begged, "PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!" She shook horribly, "I CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU!" She pressed her face further into his chest, "I LOVE YOU! I DON'T WANNA LIVE WITHOUT YOU!"

Annabeth looked up from his chest and moved towards his face. Her blonde curls were matted to her forehead which was drenched in sweat. Her eyes consisted of silver irises surrounded by bloodshot red rings and topped with puffy skin. Tears flowed from her eyes. Some went down her cheek to her chin while others met with the snot which dribbled out of her nose cascading down to her lips. She looked awful. Annabeth kissed him but it was not an excited, sweet, passionate, or happy kiss. It was desperate and fragile as if she was trying unsuccessfully to breathe life back into Percy. She pulled back to see no change in Percy's features. She kissed him again and pulled back once more. There was no change. She continued a few more times hoping that it would have some effect. Her eyes were frantic. Far from the cold calculating silver, they were now wild and panicked. She wasn't thinking at all. Instead, she was trying anything and everything to get Percy to stop.

"Y-y-you r-remember the canoe lake kiss?" She asked desperately, "Or-or your mom's blue cookies?"

Percy said nothing. "Please Percy!" she cried. Annabeth rambled on about Grover and Tyson, about his friends at camp Half-Blood. She talked about his mom to try and get something out of him. She saw no change. She began to hyperventilate.

Percy laid there, stunned. He couldn't for the life of him remember why in the world he would want to kill himself. It had been mere moments ago that he had decided to end it all. It was stupid, nonsensical even. Annabeth's reaction was more visceral than he could've ever imagined. It was worse than when she thought he had died for two weeks. He had seen Annabeth face things that scared even the gods with less fear and panic than she had now. She was a mess, and it was his fault. He knew Annabeth loved him, but he couldn't have imagined that it was this much. Losing him was probably her greatest fear. She was willing to throw everything away for him. He couldn't leave her. He thought of his mom. He imaged her having the same reaction that Annabeth was having right now. He couldn't leave his mom. He thought about Tyson and Grover. He knew he couldn't leave them either.

Percy lifted one hand to Annabeth's face. She was on the verge of a panic attack. When his hand made contact with her cheek her breathing calmed down. He wiped the snot from her face and used his other hand to wipe away her tears. She grabbed his wrists enjoying the feeling of his fingers on her face. Percy wiped his fingers on his jeans before cupping her face with his hands. His thumbs moved in small circles on her cheeks. "Hey," he said softly. He gave her a small smile, the first real smile that he had made all day. He wanted to reassure her. He didn't want her to cry anymore. His eyes watered, "I'm sorry I scared you. I won't do it again, I promise."

A wave of relief and bliss washed over her. She leaned in and kissed him furiously. Percy used his leverage over her face to pull her closer. She mirrored him wrapping her arms around him and pulling him to her by his neck. The kiss was full of happiness and relief. When they pulled away from each other she was smiling with him teary-eyed. They sat upright cuddling watching the sun fall.

"I'm sorry," Percy said, "I'm not doing that again. I promise."

"Why did you hide this from me?" she asked.

Percy stayed silent for a moment mulling over the answer to the question. "How could I tell you? What could I say? It just ate away at me until it became my life. I didn't know what to do."

"Percy you were about to end your life! You can't just say you didn't know what to do!" she yelled.

He looked down, "I just...It's so unfair. Sometimes I just can't understand why I lived when they didn't. It's my fault."

She gripped his hand and squeezed, "No it's not! Percy what else could you have done?"

"If I had known-" he started.

"But you didn't," she interrupted.

"I should've kno-," he said.

"If you should've known, then I definitely should've," she replied, "Is it my fault?"

"No! Of course not!" he yelled.

"Did you want them to die Percy?" she asked.

"No, I didn't!" he answered.

"If you had known at the time what to do to save them even if it cost you your life, would you have done it?" she asked.

"Without question," he immediately answered.

"Then there's your answer," she looked at him with a soft expression, "Percy, you didn't want them to die. If there was a way to save them then you would've done it. But you couldn't. And that's not your fault, any more than it is anyone else's."

He thought about what she had said. It made sense but, his brain still ached with guilt, "Then why do I still feel like this?"

"I don't know," Annabeth wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in so that her forehead rested on his temple. "But, as long as we're together. We can handle it."

"Hey Annabeth?" he asked.

"Hmm?"

"Can we forget this ever happened? I would like for things to be the way they were before," he said.

"Sure but I have two conditions," Annabeth said, "The first is that I need you to swear on the river Styx that you'll come to me if something like this is bothering you again."

"Annabe-."

"SWEAR IT!"

"I swear on the river Styx," he heard the sound of booming thunder. The deal was made, "What's the second condition?"

Annabeth leaned into his ear, "DON'T YOU EVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN YOU MORON!" She screamed.

Percy winced. Destroying his ear drum seemed to be her new favorite hobby. He laughed between the ringing, "Sure thing Wise Girl."