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

[19] No Friends But The Sky And Sun.

Finally the sun rose, and both Percy and Leo woke up. I had stayed up all night, following Percy's orders onto where to go and how to sail the ship, which, I'm going to be completely honest, is my first time ever being on a boat. I yawned, but refused to stray away from the steering wheel. I watched as Percy got up and noticed me, "You're still awake? Why didn't you wake me up for second watch?" He questioned worriedly, as if I was going to fall over any second.

To be completely honest, I wasn't even sure why I hadn't woken him up. I guess I was just so focused on what Ares said to the point where I lost track of time. I shied away from his gaze and let him take over the ship so I could take a nap. It would take a while for us to get to Luke's ship. Leo only smiled at me, probably trying to warm up, but it was hard to do so when Ares's deal keeps ringing in your head. I sat down against the ledge and closed my eyes, letting sleep consume me entirely.

——— Marceline's POV ———

I stared off into the bare ocean with a tired look in my eyes, looking back at my reflection through the pristine water. It had been a hundred and twenty seven days since I've seen Camp Half-Blood, a hundred and twenty seven days since I've seen another human being besides Luke and the other monsters on the ship, if you include the other damn traitors on this wretched boat.

I dipped my hand into the cold water once more before letting out a little shock of electricity through my fingertips, feeling it coarse through my blood like another set of veins. It was a little trick I had learned from when I punched a wall in anger a few weeks back. 'Please, Percy. Please save me, son of Poseidon.' I tried to focus my thoughts to the water, as if calling to him like a God. He was the second-best thing I had to pleading onto the Gods, for they couldn't save me from being kidnapped from Camp, a place where I thought I was safe.

I opened my eyes and gone back to looking at myself through the water below. I looked so different from when I stayed at Camp, I was covered in makeup like a doll and forced to wear a gorgeous dress, however, it didn't feel like me. Trust me, I would have loved the conditions I was under if it wasn't for Luke. I think his plan was to convince me to love him and join him for Kronos's Army, something like that. But he'd have to kill me if he thinks kidnapping me from my new home would make me love him.

"Marcie! Where are you?" I heard that dreadful voice call out to me endearingly, which made me wince at the nickname. Soon, Luke came into view with that sickening smile on his face. I saw that he was holding a tray of food that he must've took from the dining hall, but all I wanted was to grab it and smash it in his face, but I know I would dread the consequences. The brunet sat down beside me and offered a chocolate muffin with that fake smile of his, as if expecting me to take it with love.

I stared at the treat in his hand before snatching it harshly and smooshing it right in his face, watching as the chocolate smeared onto his face with a prideful look. I snickered under my breath as I watched my new masterpiece come to life, 'The Traitor and His Treat', which made me wonder if there was a God of art. However, my thoughts were cut short by an angry yell coming from the son of Hermes himself, to which I attempted to get up quickly in order to avoid punishment, but running in heels is harder than I thought, for I felt Luke grip my hand tightly.

"You— You brat... I thought you grew out of this, Marcie! I thought you grew out of this bratty phase, but two more weeks in your room will sort you out." Luke threatened, his voice changing entirely. I tried to pull out of his grasp, but he held me firmly. Before I knew it, I felt myself getting grabbed away from the dock and towards the all-too familiar rooms. Soon, the older boy opened a door which led into my room and threw me in harshly. "You're still a damn child..." I heard Luke mutter under his breath.

I landed on the ground with a loud thud and held back tears when I felt my knees sting from the fall. I turned towards where Luke threw me, and all I was met with was a disapproving look like I was a little kid who misbehaved. I reached my hand out towards Luke with a desperate plead, "Wai— Wait, no-!" I yelled out, stumbling over my feet to get up and follow Luke. The seventeen year old just glared at me with a patronising look before shutting and locking the door behind him.

Isolation hit me like a truck as I realised what I did, however, I didn't feel sorry. That bastard deserved an axe to the head. I fell to my knees and tried to bang on the door, pleading to be let go. I hated this room, I hated it so much. There was barely anything happening, and I never felt so alone in my life. Slowly, I stopped banging on the door and leaned my forehead against the cold metal that kept me here. I would try to electrocute it and burn it, but last time I did that, Luke threw me overboard and almost drowned me as a punishment. Never again.

Slowly, I felt tears brim my eyes and I finally let my emotions consume me fully. I hiccuped and turned around to lean my back against the locked door. Tears started to stream down my face. I brought my knees up to head and leaned my face against the now ruined dress. I just wanted to go home. I didn't care if it was back at the orphanage or anything, any other place would be better than here.

I just my brother, I just wanted to apologise for that fight we had. But now I'll probably die here.