The Day I Lost You (Percabeth Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Percy's POV:

It took me a few minutes to figure out how to stand up. I couldn't use the pressure of the ground, or the strength in my arms. Finally, I figured it out and then had the same trouble with walking, then running. Soon I realized I could float as well after I tried to climb up a hill. The sensation was so peculiar. I was completely weightless; no effort was required to move a muscle.

After I figured out the basics, I managed to walk the way that Annabeth went to see if I could try and find her.

One pro about being a ghost is that none of the monsters saw me, it's like I was never there. I could walk through a group of dracaenas, and they wouldn't even turn their heads. It was hard not to mess around with them, but I was determined to find Annabeth, no matter how long it took. After what felt like ages, I finally make it past the Mansion of Night and to the Doors of Death, where a battle was taking place. I don't remember how long it took me or how I made it happen, but I made it there.

Near the doors stood Annabeth, Bob, and Damasen. Annabeth still in her death mist form. Lots of monsters had fallen, but there were still so many more. I just want her to be safe, I wonder how much I can help.

Before I can even begin to think of a plan, the doors rumble and open. Annabeth gets inside and the doors close.

"Annabeth! Wait!" I called, but no one could hear me.

I sprinted to the doors to see if I could catch her, but once I got within 5 feet of them, an invisible forcefield pushed me back.

"Annabeth!" I screamed. Filled with anguish and loss. "Annabeth, NO!" and then she was gone.

I don't remember how long I was pushing against the forcefield, but it must have been the whole twelve minutes. I heard the faint ding of the elevator signaling her arrival. Then the forcefield broke and the doors disappeared.

The monsters swarmed Bob and Damasen, killing them instantly. I was left alone in a sea of enemies. No one could see me, hear me, or feel me. I am alone. 

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Annabeth's POV:

Yes, I'm struggling. My boyfriend... he... died. A few months ago, after a visit to hell with me. I made it out, but him? He didn't. I just wish that I could be with him again.

We were in Tartarus after Arachne dragged me down and he followed. He wasn't even supposed to be there! We had an encounter with some curses, met some allies, and then we met Misery. She just gave us the 'gift' of the death mist, then she tried to kill us. Percy held her off, but then he changed. The love seeped out of his eyes and clouded over with a look I'd never seen him have before. Bloodthirst.

I became terrified, and I was about to help him snap out of it when he turned to me and said, "Annabeth! Run, we're not going to make it out of this one together, but please go. For me. I love you Wise Girl."

I could hear the desperation in his voice that didn't match the look on his face at all. I started to cry, but then I turned, and I ran. I don't know why I did it. I've never ran from a fight before. I've never left someone to be killed. I don't know why, but I did. I regret it every-single-day. I could have helped him. I could have saved him! I'm a coward is what I am.

I got as far as the next hill over until the pain in my sprained ankle kicked in and I tumbled to the ground. That's when I realized what I'd done. I crawled back to him in enough time to see new wounds open and large pieces of shrapnel sticking out of his chest. I wanted to run back and help, but my ankle wouldn't let me move.

Percy released one last push of power and Misery dissipated into thin air. I saw the life drain out of his eyes. He fell down backwards, no longer moving. I broke down to my knees and released the loudest, most painstaking yell that I have even made. Percy is dead, And it's all my fault! I killed him.

Will I ever be forgiven? Can I ever make it up? Will I ever see him again? Would he even still love me? After what I did to him? 

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I didn't need to look at his body up close to know that he was dead. I couldn't have handled it. Seeing the love of my life dead, 6 inches from me. I couldn't do it. So, I left. I couldn't do anything with his body anyways. You know, being in Tartarus and all.

I decided to make my way towards the Doors of Death, mind as well finish the quest, even if he won't be there to finish it with me.

I was making slow progress. I was heartbroken, tired, dying, and my ankle was killing me, just like everything else. Finally, I made it to the Doors of Death after many more battles and monsters. 

I only made it through by telling myself, "Quest now, mourn later." I needed to get this done or else I would rot away down here. Wallowing in self-pity and loss.

Once I made it to the Doors of Death I met back up with Bob and Damasen. We slowly made our way through the horde of monsters surrounding the Doors, careful so I won't get caught by my demigod scent. Once we were a mere 5 feet away from the Doors a monster caught onto my scent and a battle broke loose. The details are kind of foggy, but somehow, I made it inside the elevator. Leaving behind two more friends. Before I left though, I promised Bob one thing. He asked me to say Hello to the Stars, I promised I would.

After a very long twelve minutes of shifting in and out of consciousness, I finally reached the top. My arms were numb from holding the doors shut. Then I passed out.