Percy vs Nico - Percy Jackson

Chapter 6

Nico's POV
We both stand there for a while, looking like headless chickens. I was tempted to whistle to tell him to hurry up. I wasn't gonna make the move, no way. I've done enough to percy and the last thing I want is him thinking i'm the one who's mad. He claims that title, rightfully so. My hands are shaking, I don't know why. Maybe from holding the blade out infront of me for so long. Or the tension that's going on between me and Percy. Or, the rage boiled up in his eyes. I'm staring right into them and I can't help but feel a connection, then i'm reminded. They look exactly like my father's. Full of anger but past that hatred, emptiness. Percy was feeling empty, like everything had been drained out of him. I look down as I realised how much I changed percy. I look up, once more, into his eyes. I see me. I see myself in Percy, I see my life in Percy, I see Percy no longer. Just a reflection of myself. Percy changed, I changed Percy, into myself. I wish that upon no one. My head throbs with all the new information I discovered, I look down to the ground in guilt.

"Percy, I~" But my words were cut off. I wince as pain itches its way selfishly throughout my body. Wave after wave of pain, causing me to loose my balance. I look up and see Percy wide eyed, assessing what he had just done. I grab the blade in front of me and squeeze. Blood pouring out my hands as I try not to succumb to the darkness that wants to swallow me up. As I tighten my grip I pull the blade out of my stomach and let it drop. Blood rushes down my leg, it feels cold but gives me a warm feeling. I feel weak, weaker than I have ever felt before. I try to hold on to life but it's tricky and difficult, i'm too tired for difficult. I smile. Not at Percy, not at anything in particular, I just smile. I don't know if it's because of the way Percy stood or the fact that I hadn't felt something at all until this moment. It's funny because my body feels numb, but I have never felt so relieved of numbness. My breathes become sharp and shallow. My head feeling heavy. My vision slowly transforming into grainy nothingness. I look at the pretty dandelion field not far from us, I notice someone standing there, or was that my imagination. I look at Percy. He's telling me something important but my ears ring and block out any sound. Percy had stabbed me, and I was going to die.

Percy's POV
We stand, just looking at each other, both waiting for something to happen. I look around to show Nico that i'm not gonna start anytime soon. As I peer around the forest I can't help but notice a family of squirrels up in a tree nearby. There were two big ones and one littler one in the whole of a tree. I think of a happy life I could've had with mom, if all of this just didn't exist. We could have gone to movies every Friday, icecream on Sunday's, and best of all, I wouldn't have to be stuck here in some place WHERE I DON'T BELONG. I shake my head and try calming myself, nothing is successful. I look up at Nico staring right through me. I have had it with him. Thinking he owns everything, thinking he owns me. He's a selfish, mean, harsh, depressed lowlife who think he can drag people into his sadness. I have one target, so what do I do? I aim. Whiles he's distracted I rush forward and push my thick sword all the way through him. The corners of my mouth creep upwards forming a grin. Then it hits me, what i've done, i've just stabbed someone, not someone, Nico. A friend, I stabbed my own friend. I'm not loyal at all. I stand there for a minute shocked about what I had just done. Blood is seeping through his clothes and dripping of the blade. He pulls it out of himself, leaving cuts on his hands. I shake back into action.

"Hey hey hey, look at me, hey you're gonna be alright," I say quickly, not sure if he can understand me based on the way his expression changes. "You're gonna be fine, stay here, i'll go get help." I say as I give him one last pat on the shoulder. I turn away and hear his body thump on the floor, I stop in my tracks. I stare at the ground, like that one time I came across a dead deer, I payed my respects. I started to run in the direction of Camp Half-Blood when I heard a voice behind me. For a moment I thought that Nico had risen from the dead. No, don't say that, he isn't dead. But when I turn around I see Nico still on the ground. I am greeted with something much worse. Annabeth.