Suspected Terrorists

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Sorry it's so, so late again guys. I'm beginning to think it's purely because it's the summer holidays. But I'm back at school now, so writing is better than revising for GCSEs...f*ck those am I right?

Anyway, I'm aware in Rick's book that Tartarus doesn't have a face. However, I am going to give him one anyway...for writing purposes...

I also reccomend playing the song after you finish Percy's POV. It's a great song, but not quite the atmosphere I require.

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Percy

There was nothing I could think of. No exploding, earthshaking, world-ending event event echoed in my head as loudly as the sound of bronze talons sinking into flesh.

There was no scream. Only a mere gasp as the strike drove the air from Annabeth's lungs.

The world was silent for a split second, until a malicious grin of sharpened teeth became visible underneath the helmet. He allowed her body to slip from his grasp. Then he stabbed her again.

"ANNABETH!"

The world turned red. My muscles burned and screamed for mercy as I pushed them to their limit to approach Tartarus. But it felt like I was running on a treadmill. Annabeth's limp body remained the victim on his claws, over and over, permanently just out of reach.

Desperately I lobbed my sword, aiming for Tartarus' arm which he was using as a weapon. The sword merely bounced off of his skin.

But by then, I was there. Imbued with a strength I never knew I had, I tackled the primordial (despite only being the height of his knee). I grabbed my sword off of the ground and drove it into his face.

Over.

And over.

Tears blurred my vision but it didn't matter.

I kept stabbing.

Over and over as I screamed.

The ichor rushing our of his wounds had never been more apparent to me. I dipped my fingers into a wound, allowing the gold to soak my fingers.

I sensed it's source, his heart. I clenched my fist, freezing the substance in his veins and arteries. Then I shoved my fist in deeper, forcing the ichor outwards.

The blood vessels burst and his skin bled as it tore itself to shreds. Gold poured from his eyes like tears and filled his lungs, drowning him.

I tore him apart.

I sensed the moment life truly left him. A final gasp and a twitch of his finger. One coated in blood.

Blood.

Annabeth.

I sprinted over to her. Where she lay limp as blood gushed from the gaping holes in her chest.