Falling for you || Percy jackson

Percy

"NO!"

It was like an atom bomb had gone off.

Hundreds of monsters ten, twenty, thirty meters away from him vanquished instantly, a massive circle of gold dust exploding into the air. Vibrations rocked the very ground itself, cracking rocks and knocking further away monsters over. Screams and roars shouted out and cut off in the same second. Any monsters who had survived the wave of annihilation were either fleeing for their lives, or hovering on the outskirts. Percy felt a deep-seated hatred for each and every one of them.

He landed on his feet, the hellhound left in specks around his face as he stared at the space Damasen had just occupied. He- The cyclops had just-

Damasen was dead.

He was alone again.

A thick layer of red crashed over his vision as he raised an outstretched hand towards the one remaining monster in the blast zone; Percy had never seen a cyclops look so terrified in his life. Percy saw that, recognised it, and felt a warped and unfamiliar feeling light a fire in his eyes.

He found his blood and twisted it.

The cyclops collapsed to the ground with a howl. It was echoed by several hellhounds in the distance; he could see them start to go wild and savage others around them, screams and shrieks rising up around him. Percy felt the monster's blood pumping faster and faster, in his arms, his legs, through his head. Percy stopped it. Pushed it. Clenched his fist so hard he felt his own blood start to trickle down his palm.

He had killed Damasen. He had killed his friend.

"Please!" begged the cyclops, his hands clawing at the ground as he writhed in the middle of the chaos, holding onto his head and bucking, contorting his body into impossible positions. Percy could feel its bones strain and crack. It didn't look so tough and in charge anymore.

He felt his lips curl into a nasty smile.

Percy walked towards it, unopposed, unchallenged. None of the remaining monsters could come near him, cross the strange invisible wall that seemed to have appeared. Whenever a few stupid ones tried to run at him, they exploded at a certain point, like Percy had created a circular barrier they couldn't cross.

The cyclops was still begging for mercy on the ground. Percy hated him. He hated him.

"Please, please-!"

Percy cut the words in his throat off with a clench of his fist, a raging anger pulsing through his veins with grief. The cyclops disintegrated slowly before his eyes, the agonised expression collapsing into sandy dust. Percy felt a furious indignation rise up through him. They always died too quick,, too easy! Why didn't monsters have to suffer and demigods did? Why didn't they hurt like they did? Like he did?

Percy turned around, a tear dropping out of his blazing eyes, and threw a nearby group of monsters back with a jerk of his chin.

"Go!" he bellowed. "Go away, get out of here!" His voice broke.

This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. They'd- he'd come so close. He'd nearly had everything. Percy ran a hand through his hair, gripping a handful tightly, monsters sprinting away in his peripheral vision. He'd never wanted to be somewhere else so badly in his life.

A stinging on his arm made him wince as he glanced down, his welled-up eyes blurring. Percy blinked and boiling hot tears spilled out down his cheeks. He sniffed as the pain got hotter. His Nyx tattoo was smoking, black mist seeping out of it. He watched it detachedly. This- this wasn't normal, he thought dimly. He took a step forwards-