the winemaker's daughter [ percy jackson & the olympians ]

chapter fifty

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚁'𝚂 𝙳𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁༉‧₊˚.[𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙲𝚈 𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂𝙾𝙽 & 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙻𝚈𝙼𝙿𝙸𝙰𝙽𝚂]

chapter fifty: so, some pretty crazy stuff went down last chapter. my bad, y'all
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HIS SCREAM.

she couldn't get the echoing of ethan nakamura's scream out of her head. the sickeningly wet sound of the blade of her javelin plunging into his gut, and the utter scream of agony he let out, it reverberated around her empty head aimlessly. it'd been a mere moment, and her thin, ice-pick-sharp javelin forced through layers of skin, fat, and muscle to meet his organs, letting go what seemed like gallons of blood in the moment – gods, the blood. the unreal, profound amount of blood from the wound she left, it gushed from between his fingertips no matter how hard he tried to stop it, no matter how forcefully he pressed against it, silently pleading for it to all stop.

ethan nakamura's dark, uncovered eye stared at her, but it was nothing how he stared at her in the labyrinth. the summer before, when they had met, he gazed at her as if he had seen nothing special, as if he was unbelieving that the leader of their cause had been so adamant about her, surprised that he'd heard whisperings of her name from those in the army the entire time he'd been there just to find out she was just some daughter of dionysus, not even a child of the big three like nico, or percy. some nobody. he hadn't thought that when she'd moved in, and met his attack head on. instead, his mouth dropped open in pure disbelief as if it were completely unfathomably believable that she'd stabbed him. he'd foolishly underestimated her, viewed her as weak, even going as far to scoff at the utter fascination that others in the army of the titans had with her. she'd finally done something to change his mind – endangered his life.

ashanti was curled up in one of the hotel rooms at camp half-blood ( and company's ) chosen headquarters, some fancy hotel she didn't know the name of. from the outside, it was bland, kind of boring. but the inside was classy, somewhat grand with a chandelier, and all. but, she didn't care much for the details of the room, much less paying attention to them. from the moment blackjack had dropped her off in front of their meeting spot, castor, and pollux swooped in, guiding her inside, almost as if they'd known she'd be there. she'd been much too distraught to pay much attention to small details such as those. they walked past what seemed like a complete demigod takeover; the top floors were filled with campers, and huntresses crashed out on sofas, washing up in the restrooms, ripping silk draperies for bandages, and helping themselves to snacks, and sodas from the minibars. it was safe to say, everyone appeared pretty roughed up.

as they practically escorted her throughout the plaza, ashanti's brothers treated her with obvious fragility that made the youngest of the three feel as if they were aware of exactly what had happened when she was out on the field. when her oldest brother, pollux, had attempted to take her hands, in a way that was normally comforting to her, she flinched away, still shaking after what she'd done. she was mere moments from a breakdown, utterly exhausted as a result of the curse she chose to bear. one thing she could appreciate: the twins could sense when she didn't want to talk. either that, or the suspicion at the back of her head saying that they were updated on the situation that took place on the bridge rang true. it didn't matter mcu, they didn't ask her anything, thankfully, but she wouldn't be too lucky later on. the word would get around pretty quickly. word that she killed ethan nakamura.