Welcome to My Nightmares -Percy Jackson Fanfiction-

Chapter IV

 Chapter IV          Oh Shit He's Dead. Oooooooh, Water Tornado! Weeeeeeeeeee

The battle had started with Demigods and Gods working together. But the Gods could only fight for so long before they had to hand it over to the Demigods. 

But with handing so much responsibility into such ill-equipped hands, even at the multitude that they had, it was truly a rigorous and challenging battle.

Percy found himself in the heart of it all, hiding behind turned-over school busses to reorganize himself and prepare for the next round. He panted heavily, sweat drenching his hair and making it fall into his face. He already sported several wounds, one of the more severe ones being where a Hellhound had grazed him with its giant claws. 

Luke joined him only moments later, and Percy would have wondered how Luke had found him if Percy wasn't already so used to it happening. This had been happening for years now. 'Percy in danger, Luke find!' seemed to be his mindset. Not that Percy was complaining. It had saved his life countless times. 

"Luke?"

"Yeah, Pearce?"

"If you die, I'll kill you." Percy murmured, glancing at the taller, older boys wounds with a wince. 

Luke snorted. "You can't kill me."

"I can hurt you."

"Eh."

"Just...be careful, okay?"

"Course. I can't let you fend for yourself with nothing to help you. That would be a disaster." Percy snorted, wincing as explosions when off around him. He sighed, banging his head against the school bus. "We're gonna die..." 

"No you're not. You know I won't let that happen." Luke said, waving it off as though it wasn't even a possibility while Percy just stared at him with a raised eyebrow. He wondered how most people would react to that. He was too used to it by now. Percy sighed. 

"Well, let's go." He said, shaking his head and standing up, helping Luke up with him.

"Let's go kick some Cyclops eye." With that, Percy charged with Luke following like the stupid people they were. But, they put up a valiant fight, in the end. Slashing their way violently through monsters of all kinds as they slowly worked their way to the Manhattan tower. They were creeping alongside a lake when it happened. 

A cyclops and a group of emposi teamed up on them. The emposi wouldn't be hard at all to handle, it was the cyclops alongside them that caused the problems. 

 Sweat dripped into their eyes, their torn clothes showing gaping holes or wounds in a grotesque manner. Percy had been tackling the emposi, who hissed and spit at him as he swung his sword, Anaklusmos, at them rapidly. Luke had always commented him on his skill. Said he would need it in the future, since he seemed to have the God of Mischief watching over him. 

He wasn't wrong when he had said that. Truly, the worst of luck seemed to follow him like a shadow. He had started to wonder if his string had been difficult to knit, and so the fates had decided to roughly handle it, tarnishing it horribly. 

 But either way, the quickly-developed skills came very much in handy. But they only went so far. Percy struggled with all the emposi, the constant sounds behind him reminding him that Luke was taking on a full-grown cyclops behind him, and wouldn't last for long if Percy didn't at least contribute. 

It took him two frighteningly long minutes to get them all to dust and come to a lapse of monster-income to be able to aid Luke. He turned around just in time, as the cyclops was picking Luke up. Percy lunged forward, stabbing the monster in the leg. The cyclops shouted, and ending up throwing Luke in the air with a pained cry. 

Percy would never forget Luke's scream as he free-fell towards hard cement. Percy felt helpless and he dodged the cyclops and tried to figure out some way to save his only true friend. But, alas, it wasn't within his power. 

Luke fell to the ground, landing his a sickening crunch. Percy felt his throat clog up as he stared at the dead body, blood flowing out from Luke's head, painting the blond hair red. 

Percy felt an influx of an emotion he couldn't pin-point, but he later assumed it was anger. He stared up at the cyclops who was huffing, his vision painted red. A truly animalistic scream left Percy's lips as he felt his power surging through him. His instincts took over, he felt as though he had no control in his own body as he was blinded by power. 

 His arms raised above his head, and the water in the lake behind them gathered rapidly, swirling and twirling in an unnatural tornado of New York murky lake water. The rapidly spinning waters gathered around Percy, shocking the cyclops still. Percy was soon lifted into the air, above the lake, a hundred feet above the ground. He surveyed the vast carnage and damaged with red-tinted vision, and felt a vindictive pleasure flood through him as he manipulated the water around him to crush the surrounding monsters. Luke's body flashed in front of his eyes as if on replay, and it was with a scream that echoed throughout the battle that the water rained down on the monsters in a deathly shower. 

As Percy hovered in mid air, the water supporting him, sword raised in his hand, he felt the power leaving, slowly receding throughout his body. The water started to dissipate as fast as the monster's body, minus the golden dust shower. 

Percy felt himself falling, falling, falling. Into the depths of the murky lake waters, landing with a thunderous sound and a violent splash. His world turned back as he watched the surface above him rapidly turn dark as he sunk lower and lower. 

The odd power surge left his body, leaving him feeling helpless. But before he became totally unconscious, his eyes snapped open from their previously closed position, revealing startling, shining, poison green eyes. The water surged around him again and he was enclosed in a air bubble. He blinked around himself, only to feel the sand-dollar growing hot in his pocket and some weird creatures swimming up to him. 

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