Percy
Annabeth nearly killed him.
She chased him around with a dagger, yelling "I swear, Perseus Jackson, if you ever die again..."
She finall caught him but, instead of skwering him, they kissed.
Silena sighed, so Beckondorf kissed her.
Zoe and Bianca looked un interested.
Ethan glanced at them, just for a second, and Zoe already had her arrow loaded.
Binaca looked apologetic. "Eternal madien hood, sorry."
Annabeth pulled away, smiled and went to her computer. The others followed.
"Percy, what happened?"
Percy tiredly explained everything, with Bianca chiming in.
Annabeth sighed. "You have the worst luck in the world, Percy."
"I know,"
Beckondorf glanced aound. A cyclops came out of no where. Zoe shot it without furthe word.
It was that simple now.
Bianca looked sick. Percy wondered if it was because she was technically still 12, and didn't like death, even if it was a monster. But of couse, not.
"I don't feel well," Bianca said, her eyes fluttering. Zoe placed a hand on her forhead.
"You're ice cold."
Percy got a bad taste in his outh at th word, ice. He remembered what Jason had told him at CJ, about Khoine.
Zoe looked vaugely concerned at Bianca, but must've figured it was nothing, because she simply told Bianca to sleep.
Bianca curled into a ball and started to snore, softly.
Percy studied her. Her long black hair was in a braid won her back. She wore a silvery jacket and jeans, the mark of a hunter. Her freckles were deep brown, and her face was passive as she slept.
Zoe was somewhat the same. Her black hair was braided also, yet Bianca's was slightly longer. He regal features were still....regal.
They seemed different now. All of them. Beckondorf and Ethan didn't seem as strong now. Silena was as fragile as a glass sculpture. Binaca was frightened easily. Luke, well Percy didn't know what to make of Luke. Zoe...Zoe just didn't seem to trust anyone but Annabeth, Silena and Bianca, mostly Bianca.
Percy's thoughts were interuppted by a scream. A male scream. Only 3 people other then him, could make that scream. Beckondorf, Ethan or Luke.
Percy turned.
It was Beckondorf.
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Beckondorf lay on his side, breathing hard. Zoe had a mound of mud in her mouth, as did Ethan. Gaea was probably to caus efor that.
Percy was about to tell Luke to wake up Bianca when he noticed the sword in Beckondorf's side.
It wa doubled edged, one side Celseital Bronze, the other steel.
Appearently Luke had gotten Backbiter back when he came back to life.
This all led to one conclusion in Percy's Seaweed brain.
"Charlie!" Silena cried as she grasped Beckondorf's hand.
A thousand words flashed through Percy's head in a matter of seconds.
Charles Beckondof, son of Hephaestus, lover to Silena Beauragrad, daughter of Aphrodite.
Percy saw the enterance to the forges, a smiling African American women who looked like Beckondorf, a silver hammer, Silena's face, a container of greek fire and Camp Half Blood.
The visions and words ended.
Percy wondered if he had just seen Beckondorf's life flash through his eyes.
"Charlie!" Silena screamed. Beckondorf coughed up something murky.
Annabeth was on her feet, wielding a dagger, her eyes screaming bloody murder.
"Luke!" She screamed vicsiously.
Percy ran for Beckondorf. The others, save Annabeth, surronded him. His eyelids flickered.
"No, no!" Silena sobbed, still holding his hand.
Beckondorf's mouth opened, then shut. His eyes closed.
Percy ahd thought a lot of nasty things about Luke over the years. But he wanted to kick the guy in his soft spot with a tree stump.
Binca gulped back a sob, and Zoe put her arm around Bianca's shoulders.
Beckondorf had lost his second life.
SAMSH! Ending. Now, the reason I don't update fast is I have 0 ideas. So, any ideas for the next chapter, my few readers? -BW-
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