a/n: I love the young gods art AND SHE LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!
that's all, as you were.
*You did it. And they all know. Good job. That was the first nudge to destiny*
There was nothing in the dream, just blackness with a faint magenta light. I swear if my dream is just this voic-.
*I never thought you'd be able to do it, but here you are killing people*
What.-WHAT killing?! I didn't kill him!
I was starting to get angry at what or whoever this was.
*Oh please, a fall from that height and the lava! He is bound to die!* It laughed.
Who even are you? Or should I say what at this point?!
*Why Piper, what am I meant to say? A chupacabra?! I am the better version!*
Wtf. What do you mean tHe bEtTeR vErSiOn?!! I swear this thing...
*THE BETTER VERSION OF YOU!* You could hear the smile in their voice.
No... I am me, I can't time travel, and don't kill people. Simple.
Then the dream cleared.
I remembered the room I was in. I was in one of my dad's mansions. I was looking at myself in the mirror. I had no expression on but was leaning against the counter like I depended on it. The only light in the room was moonlight coming from a small window. There was a ripped image of Jason thrown on the floor.
In the reflection, only one half was lit up while the other was in the shadows. Then, the one in the light looked hurt, scared, and wide-eyed. But, the one in the shadows now looked unforgiving, nasty, but pleased. The dream focused on just the darker side.
When the voice spoke again the side of the face in the shadow's eyes' lit up with a magenta light.
This time it spoke through my mouth from the reflection.
*I'm not someone trying to hurt you, but we are the same. And, if you chose this then I won't ever do things without your consent. I'll just help you become you. But if you don't, well... Let's just say not just Malcolm will die. How about? Your innocent mortal dad Tristan?*
No- Is Malcolm actually?
*Yes. He will pass in the morning, or might not last the night even. You got good blows!*
Nonononono, I didn't actually kill him. He was just hurt! It said it didn't know!
My mind was racing faster than I could comprehend.
*Also don't forget our deal about Tristan.... Or Leo if that's better?*
WHO ARE YOU.
*Wow, you really don't get it, do you? Piper Mclean, I am you. It's that simple.* She stated. No, I stated.
Oh gods...
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I woke up in a cold sweat. That dream was so short yet...
Malcolm.
NO, maybe it hasn't happened yet and I could still help?
I threw a sweater on and rushed to the infirmary. I didn't care if now wasn't a good time, it was my fault and I needed to help.
*Did you even feel bad?-*
SHUT UP! ENOUGH OF THE MIND GAMES!
*Fine. I'll be quiet, but don't forget. This is the first step, kill, and you're halfway there.*
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Pretty Little Psycho || Dark Piper Mclean, PJO/HOO
Fanfiction(STILL UPDATING! Don't worry!) *formerly called "princesses don't cry* After a mistake, Piper's life starts going to Hades (Hel)! Read as she struggles to keep herself the same *sane*-, and her relationship gets testy and unnatural. With a new prop...
