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

[16] Grief is a Father, and I am his son.

Days went by that slowly merged into weeks, but by now, I couldn't even remember what day it even was. It didn't matter to me anyways, they all felt the same; Rotting in bed, barely eating anything, and having nothing to rely on but yourself.

I felt like I was back when I was in that foster hell of a home, alone, terrified, and wanting my mum, but I couldn't cry like I used to. I just spend my days forcing myself to drag on towards wherever I need to go despite me wanting to just lay down in the grass and let Demeter use my body as compost for her grains.

Everyone always said that Camp Half-Blood loses it's children now and again, but that was when they're off to quests or something, not when one of them is a traitor trying to bring back the 'Golden Era' by kidnapping the child of Zeus. I felt miserable knowing that my sister is probably being tortured in a damp basement or something, and that I can't find her.

When Marceline was taken, I swore that half of my heart broke that very moment, for I couldn't feel whole no matter what I did. I know it's not best for me to be so depressed when I'm in a place where I'm supposed to feel safe, but that's hard when you face the truth about what happened. It was all Luke's fault, he took her from me, and I swore I could feel both a mix of anger and heartbreak flood over me once more.

I couldn't mourn for long, however, for I had to train. Percy had been making sure that I get sunlight and maybe exercise, but it made me feel worse knowing that if I do kill myself to reunite with Marceline, then Percy would have to worry about me. Speaking of him, he was currently helping me change after a shower, showing me a custom-made Camp Half-Blood shirt that was black instead of orange.

"I remembered you talking about how black suits you better, so I asked the Athena kids to make this for you!" Percy beamed as he helped me put it on, but I didn't feel much better. I mean, I was clean, but I didn't feel it at all. I just faked a smile and put on my shoes before following him out of his Cabin to train.

I had staying in his Cabin ever since I lost Marceline, and it hasn't the worst. I least I get some privacy when I need to. Percy wasn't overbearing when it came to explaining my feelings, but having someone beside you that's a little bit too active for your own sake really makes you learn how much you hate the sun. The sun, moon, and Earth reminded me so much of Marceline, me, and Percy, each all so close to one another, yet so far apart no matter what they do.

Me and Percy made it to the training grounds and began training. He gave me a training axe and began to work at it, but I didn't have the energy to give him much of a fight, and he noticed. The Jackson boy hummed softly and patted me on the shoulder in a comforting manner. I hated that I didn't have the energy to fight, but I didn't even want to fight for my life if it came to it. It didn't matter anyways, I didn't want to live all that much.

After a few moments of training, a familiar sound of an Ares child yelled out, "Oi! Cullen! Finally out of your cave? Thought you died in there!" They cackled alongside their siblings, and I stared up at Percy to see what he did. I saw the boy scowl at the other to tell them to back off, but I didn't care much. So what people were mocking me? I probably looked like a mess anyways.

I turned over to the son of Ares and gave dead stare towards him. He grinned and opened his arms, expecting me to attack, but I just turned back around to my axe and attempted to walk back with Percy... Until I heard this little shit say something that absolutely pissed me off,

"Marceline would have fought, unlike you, pussy."

That made me lose all of my rational thoughts. I turned towards the boy with the axe in hand and charged straight at him, which made him lose his ground at the sight. I used my shoulder and rammed into him harshly. That made him thump down onto the floor with a loud grunt of exhaustion from the wind being knocked out of him.

I could hear Percy call out to me, telling me to stop, but I didn't want to. I wanted this boy to shut his trap and stay quiet. Children should be seen, not heard, was what my father said, and this rule should definitely apply to this brat. Yeah, Marceline would have fought, but she's not here, she's dead. She's dead, and I killed her.

I stared down at the kid who was now on the ground and raised the axe above my head. I didn't actually want to kill him, not yet, I just wanted him to shut his trap. I slammed the axe right next to his head, hatching off a piece of his hair at the same time, "Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" I screamed out angrily.

Just as I was about to deliver a punch to this imbecile, I saw something glow back in his iris's, which made him stunned into silence. Confused, I pulled back my fist and looked up to where he was looking, which was right above my head at that moment.

Eery silence surrounded the Camp as a sigil glowed over my head, but I couldn't figure out what it was at first thanks to the dark light it emitted. Then, it hit me like a truck. The sign above me was my Godly parent claiming me, and the sigil? It was a skull.

Hades's Skull.