Percy swings out wildly with his steel scrap, meeting the sword of a tall, looming figure. He slashes upward, remembering his old self-defense instructor's words. But this time, he's not fighting so he can run away.
He has to fight to kill. And it terrifies him. Somehow, Percy disarms the man and lunges for the weapon. It's a bronze sword that surprisingly feels at home in his hands.
Distracted, he's punched in the stomach. Percy flies backward, back hitting the hard, gray wall. The figure approaches, and Percy lunges out blindly with his bronze sword. It hits something, slashing a deep gash into flesh. The figure collapses.
A war cry goes up from a nearby figure, another tall giant falls, another swing with his sword. Percy becomes a killing machine, stabbing and ducking, instincts taking over as he dices his way through the enemy.
When he regains his senses, there is only one person left - the leader. Percy's friends stare at him in astonishment. The leader smirks at him, challenging him. Percy blocks the swing, and another battle starts.
The leader is talented, much more impressive than the others. Percy, already exhausted, doesn't fight for long before being backhanded across the cheek. He flies into the wall once again, but the leader pursues him, long steps across the floor until they're face-to-face.
The leader smiles, a menacing, chilling grin that turns into one of pain.
Because Leo has just flung a red-hot pocketknife into his back.
Piper's pocketknife.
A moment later, he's dead, and they are free. Dazed, Percy turns around and finally registers the carnage.
Bodies are scattered everywhere, bloodstains on the floor, pooling around the corpses.
"I killed them." Three words, whispered, leave his mouth and Percy shakes his head, denying the fact.
You murdered them, he thinks to himself, you should die too.
"NO!" He screams, clutching his head and collapsing into a heap. He vaguely feels his friends surrounding him, trying to comfort him, but their words fade into silence as he continues sobbing and hyperventilating.
Percy can't hear them.
His thoughts are a mantra of murderer. killer. sinner. pay for your deeds.
He's already gone.
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FanfictionPercy Jackson & friends are now on their last year of attending Semidio High. Along the way, they've been happy, sad, hurt, and everything in between. And now, it seems like the drama will never end. How will the students react when Piper McLean com...
