The Silence -Percy Jackson Fanfiction-

Chapter Ten-The Final Battle/End

Their vision was clouded with red before he even managed to get to the room, loud noises and cry's of pain outrage and fear greeting the pair. 

Percy and Ash shared a glance, both knowing it was unlikely either would make it out alive. The nodded in understanding to one another, then took off at high speeds, swords ready. 

What greeted them was a field of carnage. Dead bodies were strewn about, whether they be Goblin Sharks, Eels, Stargazers or the rotting corpses of all the casualties of the first battle, months ago. It made Percy and Ash sick, looking at the gaping wholes and torn flesh of Mer-Guppies and Mer-Maidens, Mer-Men and bits and pieces of all three. Mercy was not a word in Gaea's vocabulary, it seemed. (Official name: Northern Stargazer.)

Percy's eyes flickered rapidly throughout the field, seeking out the warriors of their humble army. 

He saw Frank dead on the ground, The Silence eating his body, Annabeth not far behind, slashing diligently at a rapidly growing group of the sentient beings. He vaguely saw Ash speeding over to her, slashing and attempting to save her life, but it was a battle both were losing and Percy just hoped Ash wouldn't get himself killed instantly. He knew Ash wanted to kill as many as he could, but he couldn't do that if he got killed too quickly. Percy didn't want his friend to die at all, but he hoped he'd be able to survive to at least do what he wanted. 

He had no more time to seek out the rest, for a Sword Shark sped towards him, and Percy hardly had time to get out of the way before his tail was speared. As the thing sped past he quickly brought down his sword, cutting the things tail. 

The shark whimpered, howling as it sunk to the glass floor, and Percy sped off, slashing through all that he could. His eyes flickered around yet again for a brief moment, before a small group of Silence came at him. He spun in a rapid circle, using his meager control over the water to propel himself, cutting off their heads in quick succession.

He slowly cut and slashed his way towards Gaea, who sat in her thrown looking like the world was at complete peace, not even bothered by the metallic taste in The Waters that completely crowded Percy's senses. He tasted it on his tongue and breathed it in, making him almost physically sick. 

He searched for a way to get to the back of her thrown to hopefully kill her by surprise, and while doing this saw a grey tail without a torso, littered with black scales. Annabeth's tail, if he remembered correctly. He sped past it, not looking to watch the feast, before he turned around and floated somewhat near it, looking to slash some creatures while they did just that. 

The small plan worked wonderfully, and the bodies of Fringeheads and Snaggletooths now littered the ground next to a half eaten torso-less tail. (Official name: Sarcastic Fringehead.)

He shot past the tail, a small sense of satisfaction coming to him at the thought. He may have not been able to save Annabeth, but at least he had killed some things that had attempted to feed off her body. A feral smile slowly came to his lips as he killed and slashed, feeling a crazed sense of victory with everything he killed, and for a brief moment it scared him, until he saw Leo getting strangled by an Electric Eel. Then he decided he didn't have time to be scared. This was war.

He creept up slowly on Gaea, working his way and trying to not be seen. His gaze focused on the throne as his father seemingly appeared out of nowhere, dropping down and attacking Gaea. 

He allowed his attention to focus of the pair, and that was his mistake as he felt claws tear at his back. He cried out in pain, dropping his sword by accident and whipped around, hands raised to shield himself from the sentient corpse. He breathed heavily, his vision clouding his pain as well as be blinked rapidly. She smiled viciously, and Percy thought it would be the end as his arms formed a cross, his eyes shutting close as she barreled at him, claws aiming for his heart. 

The pain didn't come, however, and Percy blinked and quickly gained his senses to see what had prevented him from dying. He almost shrieked in outrage at seeing his best friend Ash slowly floating to the ground, a Silence attached to him by her claws which were stuck in his torso. She was tugging at them, trying to free herself and Percy had just enough sense to dive, grab his sword, and cut her head off before he could break free. He tore her away from Ash and stared at the body, anguish flowing through him. 

He wanted to yell and shout, shriek and destroy. Kill. His vision turned red from more than the blood of his comrades and enemies. He went on a rage, killing the crowd of creatures which had killed Hazel just moments before without a thought, not sparing a glance to her eaten and mauled body as he killed all he could. 

Hardly anything was left when he set his sights on Gaea, who was still battling his father, back to him. A crazed, feral smile came to Percy's lips. Perfect.

He didn't see Thalia rapidly killing The Silence. He didn't see Nico slashing through a small army of Snaggletooths and Fringeheads, a shark mixed in there oddly. He didn't notice the odd absence of Rachel. His gaze was focused on Gaea, the one who had caused all of this. 

He shot forward, straight at her. He didn't feel the pain, physical or mental. Didn't feel the sorrow. All he knew was anger. Blind, white rage. It consumed him and devoured him, and put a blanket over his other emotions, muffling them and shutting them out.

His screech of rage wasn't normal as he attacked Gaea. His satisfaction was too vast to be healthy as he cut off her head, watching her body go limp as her head floated away, her hair getting stuck in her mouth, open from a shriek of pain. 

He didn't feel the hands pulling at him, dragging him away from the lifeless body. His vision, clouded with red, blackened and dimmed, until he lost consciousness. 

When he awoke, he was seemingly alone. He shot into a sitting position, panic clouding him until a strong hand pushed him back down. Relief flooded his system at seeing Nico standing above him, eyebrow raised. 

"Time to awaken. It's been a while." He said, voice somber. 

"How long was I unconscious?" Was the first question that tumbled out of Percy's mouth. He had many, of course, but it was come to the forefront of his mind at Nico's words.

"A day or so. You went on a rage and passed out after killing the Big Bad Squid." 

Percy shook his head, ignoring that for the most part, instead focusing on his next questions. "Survivors?"

"You. Me. Thalia. Your father, as well, but he stayed behind to fix up the place. Thalia is out searching. I stayed behind to watch over you." He spoke quietly.

"Where are we?"

"A place not too far from Atlantis. The Palace was unsafe, so King Poseidon instructed us to take you somewhere that...was. This isn't the safest, but it's temporary until we get to the safest, and that may take some time." He said, voice almost...hesitant. 

"What's the safest place?" Percy asked, almost fearing the answer. He shifted, but pain shot through his system. He let out a strangled cry and Nico pushed him back down without a thought. 

"The Surface."

The thought of pain left Percy's mind at the timidly spoken words.

"How can that possibly be the safest place? It's unknown and we can't even breath up there. We don't fit in with the two-finned creatures up there." Percy said, eyes wide. 

"That's what Thalia is searching for. She's looking for Lady Hecate, the Mer-Maiden whom controls sorcery. She's hoping Lady Hecate will be able to grant us with the ability to breath and to look like the creatures up top." Nico said slowly, as though he was still warming up to the idea himself. 

Percy shook his head, his body going limp. This was insane. He sighed, and carefully rolled to his side, closing his eyes and falling back into the deep abyss of sleep.

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Luke walked into the giant stone room uneasily. Even after months of practicing the thing these...humans called walking, he was still adjusting to the action. It was necessary, of course. He knew that when he had sought out Lady Hecate. 

The room was cold, his shoes making loud noises in the quiet room, the sounds bouncing off the marble floors, pillars and walls. He came before a gilded throne, and bowed accordingly. He was able to do this without stumbling, progress which he was happy about. The man on the throne gave a pleased, feral grin. 

"Castellan, your reports?" Came a deep, booming voice. Luke almost flinched, but instead kept his head low and spoke clearly. Something which was slightly difficult to do.

"I've seen them. The survivors." He said shortly. It was a tough lesson, learning to keep his answers as straight forward and brief as possible. 

"Good. You are to lead them to me. Entice them with my offers. If they are the worriers you have described to me they shall be invaluable, like yourself." He said, his voice rumbling and shaking the room. Luke wanted to smile, but refrained himself from doing so. He would get to see dear Perseus again. He still had Poseidon's permission to court the prince. That would provide...entertainment. 

"Yes, Lord Kronos." 

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It's...it's over. Wow. I know I don't really have any Authors Notes, but will you give my some opinions on my story? How were the battle scenes? I'm crap at writing them and I really tried. Did you like the story at it? It's by best work by far, and I really hope you guys liked it.