Omega, angel of Chaos. (PJO fanfic)

Chapter 31-

He raised the blade above my head, ready for an execution, my execution.

Time seemed to slow.

All the demigods turned to face me.

Yet again my dad, Percy and Luke all shouted “NO!” at the same time.

Luke had anger blazing in his eyes, he charged towards the hill where we stood.

I’m not going to lose you again! He screamed in my head.

Time seemed to slow.

I looked at my friends. Their faces full of anguish and fear.

Their eyes, once bright with hope and faith in the world, seemed to die as the blade swung down.

Time seemed to slow.

I could feel the whoosh of air, the hair on the back of my neck burning from the heat of the blade.

My ears rang, filled with his maniacal cackle that echoed around my skull.

I closed my eyes and for once in my life, I admitted defeat.

I had failed my family again, I was right to not want to come back. It seems all I do is ruin every chance at their happiness.

Time seemed to slow.

I heard an arrow whistle past my ear, and the thud as it hit home.

Opening my eyes what I saw was amazing. My Angels, my friends stood before me. Huntress and Angel with their bows drawn and an arrow notched.

I turn to see his fiery blade laying among the damp grass and two arrows sticking out of his hand.

“Your aims got better!” I noted to them, which just earned a glare but I knew they didn’t mean it.

My bindings disintegrated. Standing up, rubbing my blistered wrists which soon healed quickly.

Suddenly I was bombarded by hugs, Luke was first. I thought he would never let go, I wish he wouldn’t. It took my death and his for us to find each other and I’m not going to ruin that.

“You know I’m still here, you cannot defeat me, you cannot kill me….”

“Yeah we know, but we’re not that worried.” I said cutting him off before he went into speech mode. He seems to do that a lot.

His expression was priceless. Confused mainly but still priceless.

“You’re not worried?”

“Nope.”

I look round and notice that someone is missing from our group. Isle. Where was she?

Then the worse thought crossed my mind. Oh no. Was someone…. I didn’t even allow myself to finish the thought, it was just too horrible.

I didn’t let a single emotion cross my face that would even indicate to my worry.

Who? Was all I said.

Only silence answered me, which just made me worry more.

I looked to Tarturus who was still clutching  his hand from which poured golden ichor, but he kept an eye on Revenge’s and Forges weapons which were aimed at his head. One move and he’s dead.                                                     

“You once called me weak and alone in this world, unwanted by my friends and family. Look how the tables have turned.”

I walked over to where my daggers lie on the ground. Wiping the dirt off, I see the symbol of Poseidon sparkling near the hilt, almost hidden by the chaos runes that adorned the blade.