You're Not Forgiven Yet (Percabeth AU)

You're Not Forgiven Yet

"Long," Annabeth said, her normally calm voice reduced to that of shrill scream. Her eyes were glinting with that of a madman. A gust blew by, spiraling and curling in the salty air. The winds sang with eerie harmony.

"Live," her metal-tipped boot raised, time seemed to slow down. The lapping and misty water underneath his dangling feet never felt any closer.

"The" she cackled, her laughter, nothing like that of her own, rather that one of a stranger. Her rows of teeth never looked any sharper as they glinted maliciously. Thunder could be heard in the background. A strange fuzziness buzzed in Percy's ears.

"Captain." Annabeth whispered finally, her voice sounding chillingly like her regular one, rather than the one earlier. It rang familiar and unfamiliar in his ears. The sounds coming out of her vocal cords almost got lost in the storm if it wasn't for the fact that Percy was still giving her all of his attention. He could hear just the littlest bit of tenderness in the one word, or maybe that was just his imagination.

He hated the fact that he could be so naive and so hopelessly hopeful in something so hopeless.

He hated the fact that Annabeth had taken his heart and crushed it in her fingers, yet he continued to give her all of his adoration.

He hated the fact that she would hold his gaze, captivate his attention, even in this maniacal state.

Annabeth's leather boot fell onto his remaining fingers. And the fuzziness was gone and the world became excruciatingly clear. Percy could feel his nails scream, his flesh tear. He could hear his bones cracking painfully broken at the impact. The sound gave him melancholy, reminding him of the times before when they were setting crackling fireworks into the air and singing drunken songs of victory.

Annabeth's ringing insane laughter, however, brought him back into reality. The churning water tumbled and clashed onto his feet, soaking into the soles of his boots, Percy felt his socks getting drenched. The ocean was hungry, opening its ever-widening jaws, its anticipation felt by all.

More lightning flashed.

Her form now was merely a shadow in the dark atmosphere, he thought it was almost metaphorical. Her dark appearance symbolizes the fact that she is now merely a shadow of her former self, and shadows were well, dark.

Since when did I start overthinking? metaphors, symbolism, isn't that Annabeth's thing?

If it was back then, Percy would have rolled his eyes and told her that she was thinking too deep into it all. And that some things were just the way they were and that he should just accept it while it lasts. He could imagine clearly how their conversion would play out. He could almost see her wispy honey-blond hair. Her heart-shaped lips moving and her gray eyes sparkling.

"With you and your words, your theories, and whatever, you are getting way too deep. Some things are just the way they are, there doesn't have to be a reason for everything." he would say

"You're just not smart like me yet" was her favorite response, always said in that voice as sweet as a songbird.

"You know I don't want to be like that ever. Plus are you saying that I could be as smart as you? I thought you were the smart one."

"Well, if you don't want to be like that, too bad. Being smart is great." Her eyes would soften,

"I know you're smart, you just act dumb sometimes. There would be a day when you finally act like it, it just hadn't happened yet"