"Let Poseidon Drown Me." A PJO Oc Fanfic.

[14] Grief Breaks a Person.

I just stared blankly on where the portal used to be as the shock on my face never washed away. It was all so fast. It gone by too fast. I reached up to my hand that once held Marceline's and brought it up to my chest, trying to stop the shaking that was happening with it, but it was hopeless.

"No— No, no— I'm sorry, Marcie— Oh, Gods, I'm so sorry..." I whispered delicately when the slow realisation crashed over me like a wave. Marceline was gone, she was taken, and no one else saw. How will everyone react to the daughter of Zeus herself being taken by Luke? Would anyone even believe it? Would people forget her? Would they say I'm lying?

I didn't care what anyone thought though at this point, I just wanted Marceline back. Fuck, I probably killed her. She was probably dead because I wasn't strong enough to ring her back. I shouldn't have been so weak, then maybe she would still be here. I should've done more. I should've been more.

My hands were shaking and I swore I could hear my heartbeat in my own ear. Tears began to flow down my face as I choked on my own saliva. I knew I looked like a hot mess, but it's hard to care when your sister gets kidnapped and the last thing she heard from you was for her to go fuck herself. My breath quickened and it felt like my heart was failing out on me. I covered my face and brought it down to my knees, not knowing that I was screaming into my clothes.

I wish it was me who was taken. I wish it was me who died.

— Percy's POV —

I wandered through the woods to find the three that previously abandoned Camp to have a chat. I was expecting Marceline to come back with the two boys at least, but she wasn't back yet. It's been twenty minutes, and none of them were back yet.

I wanted to believe that the three of them were fine and not harmed, but it was hard to believe when you put Luke and August in a room together. So despite my brain trying to rationalise their long stay, my gut was telling to run in there and find them for myself, so I started to without think. I know it was foolish, but what if someone died? Someone like August would probably kill another person when it came to protecting Marceline, but that boy can only do so much.

I rushed through the woods faster to reach where I last saw Marceline until what I saw made my blood run cold. There on the ground was a curled up August, his forehead resting on his knees and his shaky hands were tugging his hair in distress. It seemed to foreign to walk in on him out of all people seemingly crying, but I couldn't just let him stay there alone.

I scrambled over to him and kneeled by his side, trying to pull his hands away from his hair, "Hey— Hey, what happened? Where's Marceline and Luke?" I asked worriedly. Did a monster attack them? I didn't see the trees rustle or hear anyone yell. My worries grew as I watched August lean into me and let out a broken cry, but he covered his face to prevent me to properly hear him. I could only hold him as I looked around for any sign of Marceline or Luke, but there was nothing I could find.

"Gone— She's gone— Luke, he— He took her! I couldn't— Percy..." August was sputtering and crying into my shirt, clinging onto me like I was going to disappear if he ever relaxed his hands. Gone? Luke took Marceline? I grew more worried as his sobs grew louder and his grip tightened even harder. I couldn't even comprehend what he was talking about as I held him.

"Took? Where did Luke take Marceline, August? Talk to me." I pushed while holding onto the weeping boy below me. I felt horrible, for I've never seen him cry like this. Hell, I'd never seen August cry at all. August looked up at me finally, and his puffy red eyes were something I've never seen before. He looked like a puppy with the way his lips quivered and his eyes watered.

"I d-don't- Remember..." The unclaimed child whimpered while he held onto me like no tomorrow. He was shaking uncontrollably like he was a leaf in the storm, and you can't help but pity someone who looked so broken. For once, over this whole week after Marceline was claimed, not one drop of rain fell from the sky. It was if Zeus himself was stunned that another one of his children had been taken for granted again.

I spent the past hour trying to console August, but his tears seemed endless. His throat was hoarse and broken to the point where his screams were just empty. The brunet's once previously shaken up body was now stiff and almost motionless. It seemed he had exhausted himself to the point of unconsciousness. It was probably for the better anyways.

All I got from his sobs were the words, 'Traitor', 'Lost', 'My Fault', and 'Killed'. But one phrase stuck out to me, 'It was my fault. I should've been the one who was taken'. Which confused me, for I knew that August always said things like that, but this time, he seemed genuine.

I was also stunned by the fact that I could take the shock that Marceline was taken by Luke, but August couldn't. That boy was stronger than me when it came to mentality, so why could I take such a loss while August couldn't? But then it hit me like a truck. August really only lived because of Marceline, but now she was gone. Marceline was the only reason why her brother still lived... But now he had no reason to anymore.

(A/N: Hi guys, quick little thing. My mum is gonna be reading this fanfic so please don't mind these little notes :])