νεκρός || Annabeth Chase x Fem!OC

Vol. 4-15: Percy thinks he's hot shit

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Yes, I am selfish for that, but if you ever saw how hot and amazing Annabeth Chase is, you'd understand.

Anyways.

"GET UP, CUNT!"

Percy choked on his own spit and shot up so fast, his forehead bumped my knife and drove it pretty far into my brain. (That is a weird sentence.) He gasped, staring at me in shock as though he forgot I was dead. His green eyes looked distant though, and his skin looked pale.

"Sweet dreams?" I questioned.

He glared at me. "I don't like being called that word."

"What, 'cunt'?" I asked him. "That's one of the best words. Like, ever."

"It's one of the most hateful."

"And I am one of the most hateful," I told him. "Get up. We gotta round up everyone we have for this next fight. We were just looking in Annabeth's shield and there's an army-"

"Heading south into Central Park," Percy said. "Yeah, I know. I had a dream."

"You sound like MLK."

"Shut up," he said. "Kronos says he has a surprise ready."

"Do we know what it is?"

He shook his head.

"Great," I said. "We get to prepare for something we don't know how to prepare for."

"That sums up our whole existence," he replied.

I sighed. "Guess so." I studied him. It seems the longer he has invulnerability, the more different he looks. I use these words lightly, mind you, but he looks... I dunno. Chiseled, maybe. Hard as stone. More confident. He stands with his shoulders stronger and chin up, even though he usually mopes, and there's a reflective quality in his eyes that makes me question... something. I'm not even sure what it is that I question.

"What was it like?"

"Huh?"

"The Styx," I asked him. "I can't feel pain, since I'm a ghost, so I didn't feel anything in the water."

He hesitated. "It kind of... burned."

"Like acid?" He nodded. "I've heard that before. So, you don't have to tell me where your spot is, but like, Thetis held Achilles by his ankle, and the ankle didn't get wet, so that's his weak spot. When Nico took you, did he just have to hold one of your appendages or what?"

"No," he snorted. "I just went all-in and concentrated on a point in my body."

I grinned and held a fist out. "That's metal as fuck, dude." He snorted again, but gave me a fist-bump.

"He said I had to focus on the good things in my life," he said. "Like, friends and family, good memories, one particular person. Stuff like that, since it's the River of Hate. Then, I focused on a point in my body, and that's my weak spot."