Call me Omega(Percy Jackson fanfic)

Chapter 56

Omega's POV

Annabeth.

I wrapped my arms around her tight, so she could never leave me again.

I breathed in the sweet scent of her hair and she looked up at me with her beautiful gray eyes.

"I missed you." she said softly.

I didn't have anything to say. I just held her tight, and that was all I need to say.

"Percy..."

I met her eyes.

His eyes.

Her eyes turned black. Pitch black. I took a step back as she spoke with a voice that I knew too well.

"Perseus~" he said mockingly. "Snap out of it. Shes never coming back."

And he, or Annabeth dissapeared.

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"How are you feeling?"

I sat up and turned my head to see Victor.

"What time is it?"

He looked at his watch. "4."

I frowned. "Why do I smell smoke?"

He paused. "They're burning Andrew's shroud."

I paled and stood up and ran, without even bothering to put on my shoes. I heard Victor shout behind me as I stumbled to where we had our campfires. I skidded to a stop when I saw everyone crowded around the wood and his crowd. There was Athena and Posiedon.

They were burning him.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to stop my foot and run down there and tell Andrew to wake up. My knees buckled and I slid down to the cold grass. My feet were scraped but they were numb, so I couldn't feel anything. I felt a warm hand on my shoulder.

"Omega. It's cold out." he said.

"They're burning him." I said.

"You want to see?"

I nodded bluntly as I watched the flames completely cover the whole shroud. Victor helped me up, while not ever taking my eyes off of the flames. I felt a hand slip into mine.

"It's okay." Hazel said.

"They're burning him." I mumbled.

her small hand wrapped around mine tightly. It was warm. I closed my eyes tight and looked down when the last of the flames died away.

Hot tears ran down my cheeks, but my hoodie wiped it off as I straightened.

"Omega-"

Athena.

Her blonde hair, and gray eyes looked like Annabeths. I realized that her eyes were filled with disgust and anger. Her eyes were rimmed red. I remembered Andrew was her son.

She slapped me hard, across my cheek. I stumbled back, and Victor caught me before I fell back.

"It's all your fault!" she screamed. "You didn't take care of him! You lured Tartarus- you made him get kiddnapped!"

I couldn't stand. My legs were jello again, and it felt like my brain was melting. I was too heavy for Victor to support completely.

It hurt again.

Not only to hear that it was my fault, but seeing Andrew's shroud getting burned and my cheek hurt, along with the pain curse.

I took a shaky breath and tried to stand up, only to lean on Victor again after an hopeless endeavor to stand up.