Hey guys! Sorry for the wait. Triger warnings: metions of rape, sucidal thoughts, suicide/assisted suicide, minor violence/death. If you want to know the story without reading that there is a summary at the bottom.

The air was damp, humid; it felt like swimming, each breath drawing in not just air, but water. It was sweltering, and the air was full of bugs: bloodsuckers, stingers and every manner of biters. The path was covered in thick, curling, leafy vines. They twisted through across the ground and through the trees, which were towering masses of leaves. They blocked the sun and all light, in an ominous, malevolent way.

Percy stared down the road, trying to make out an end, and failing. He hated the way he could see no light, no sun. He hated the bugs flying at his unclothed arms and legs, toga failing to cover his now swollen, bug-bite covered limbs. He knew what lay at the end of the miserable trail. Yet, hehad to walk down that path. So, once again he succumbed to the will of the fates and began his walk down the dirt road.

Percy had been walking for about an hour. He was tired and drenched in sweat, shuffling his feet along the bumpy path. Suddenly, he stumbled into a clearing. The trees gave way to jagged rocks, knives ready to kill at one slip. They were a dark grey, with a grainy texture. In the center of the rocks lay a cave. It was dark, and Percy could hear bickering women inside. Suddenly, there was a scream.

"Fine, Medusa! We'll come back when you have come to your senses," called a serpentine voice. It was getting closer.

Percy ran from the cave entrance, hiding in the bushes. From the dark hole emerged two familiar grandmothers, Euryale and Stheno. Percy cursed under his breath, praying they wouldn't find him. They made their way down the path Percy had come by, soon disappearing.

When Percy was absolutely sure they wouldn't come back, he crept back over to the cave. He had killed Medusa once, and should have no trouble now. Granted, he had help the first time. However, now he was more powerful, and had the gods on his side. Percy took a deep breath, and took the plunge into the dark recessies of the lair of the Gorgons.

It was dark and damp, and smelled of mildew. Percy could barely see the cave walls, which were rough and sharp. He stumbled forward, trying to find some light. Suddenly, he saw a torch around the corner, burning with Greek fire.

As he rounded the corner he was astonished. What lay before him was not a hellhole, not the home of a monster. Its walls were not jagged rocks, but smooth marble. It was well lit by greek fire in torches, and in a fireplace in the corner. It was filled with the comforts of a home, items of pleasure. It had soft, plush sitting chairs made of a cozy, red fabric. The walls were lined with paintings and tapestries, depicting sunsets and trees. On shelves of white wood sat books. In the middle of the room sat a long, white table. In a chair facing away from Percy and towards the fire he could see the top of a snake-covered head.

" I know you are here, Hero. I can hear you, smell you," a voice hissed, sending chills down his back," You were sent here, were you not? To kill me?" She sighed, still facing the flames," Then get on with it hero, I have no reason to stop you."

Percy was shocked. Never had he heard a monster tell him to kill it. "You want me to kill you?'" Percy spluttered," You don't want to hurt me?"

"No, alas. I have no reason to fight," she explained," It was all taken. The few belongs in here are all I have left. No purpose, no dignity, no home, no fight. They took that. They took it all."

"They?" Percy questioned

" Yes, they. The gods," she let out a small moan," I was a young maiden. I served in the temples of Athena, the holy goddess," she spoke with a sarcastic, bitter tone. " I loved my job. I was respected, young hero. I served the goddess of wisdom day in, day out. I was maiden, a virgin.I was proud."

"Then he came. He overpowered me easily. After all, I couldn't fight a man, much less a god. He tore from me not just my clothes, but my dignity and soul. 'Lord' Poseidon stole from me my innocence, my love of this world. In my weakness I turned to Athena, praying for help, guidance. She turned me away, angered at me. To her I was impure. Poseidon may have done the deed, but I was the one to blame. I was labeled a whore, a slut, unholy. After that 'holy god' stole my innocence and dignity, Athena stole my purpose, happiness, and home. She cast upon me this-this form. I was forced to flee, unable to stay," and with that she began to sob.

Percy wasn't sure what to say. All his life he was told of the evil of monsters. They were villains, who wanted nothing more than the blood of demigods. Bloodthirsty killers, sinners, evil. Yet, Medusa didn't seem evil. She sounded...broken. Like a lady who had given up hope. She sounded nothing like a villain, but instead was a victim. The gods had hurt her, physically and mentally. This wasn't her fault!

" I-I'm is just...foul" Percy mumbled, voice growing louder by the second,"What they did, it's wrong. It's not your fault. You don't deserve to die."

"You're sorry?" Medusa gasped." You aren't disgusted by me? You don't hate me? Nobody has said that yet...Hero, what is your name?"

"My name is Percy, and I'm not disgusted with you, I'm horrified by the gods. I don't want to kill you."

" Well. Percy I wish this worked that way. But it doesn't. The gods want me dead, and you won't stop them. If you don't kill me, they will kill the both of us. Besides, I have nothing left to lose."

"What do you mean? It doesn't have to end like this! We can change this-I'm sure of it! We can make our own can change our futures!" Percy protested.

" Oh, dear Percy," Medusa sighed "One cannot avoid fate. Prometheus tried to avoid it, to stop Pandora. He failed, and we got the short end of the stick. For Pandora's 'sin' of curiosity we were we burdened with evil, disease, death. If that story teaches us anything it is that our fate is predetermined, and often terrible. So, kill me. I beg of you. Fate may take me, but you still have a life. You havn't angred the gods. I don't want to live, not in a world ruled by beings of violence and hate. KIll me."

" No! I can't do that! You can live, we can solve this," Percy spluttered.

" I said kill me!" Medusa screamed," If you respect me in the slightest kill me now! Or I will kill you and then myself."

" I'm sorry. You deserved better," Percy apologized. How he could he deny her this? She was right, it was the best for her. It was what she wanted.

" Thank you, Percy. Promise me one day the gods will know my pain. Goodbye," She sighed happily.

" Goodbye," and with that he swung his sickle at Medusa's head. Her head fell to the floor, eyes closed and a smile on her face.

"I promise."

Summary:

Percy came to kill Medusa. However, upon arrival he discovered she wasn't a evil monster. She was an innocent girl, who had been raped by Posideon and then punished by Athena. She begged him to kill her. She saw no more purpose for existance (also suicide was considered an honrable death by greeks/romans). He didn't want to, but she insisted that if he didn't the gods would kill him to because the gods are not holy or great but instead selfish and evil. He killed her, she died smiling.

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