The Black Serpent (Pjo/Avengers Crossover)

Chapter 13

Percy's POV:
After coming to terms with what will happen tonight an eerie calmness filled me. For the first time since Annabeth died I felt at peace. Tonight I will join her. Tonight I will greet my love in the underworld. She will be angry at first. Probably will beat the crap outta me. But she will forgive me eventually. She will realize it is better this way. The others were so deep in conversation about the prophecy and the upcoming war they did not even notice when I got up to leave. How ironic. According to the prophecy these people are supposed to save me and the world and yet they can't be bothered to pay attention to what I do. It's pathetic. I vapor travel to my stupid room. Grabbing a piece of stationary paper from the desk I uncap a pen and sit down to write.

To whoever is reading this note,
I am dead. Fallen at my own hand. I tried for so long to fight this urge but I cannot remain in this world any longer. It is time I join my love in the underworld. Leo, I know you just got back and for that I am so sorry. This is not your fault. It's not anyone's fault but that dirt faced bitch who took Annabeth from me. Nico, you will always be my brother. I know this is far from fair but please try to understand. It's up to you to take charge of the camps now. Tell everyone I'm sorry. And please tell Grover and Thalia that I appreciate everything they have done and that I am sorry. Tell them they are my family and I didn't want to hurt them in this way. This won't go over too well with either of them but I'm still a seaweed brain at heart. Finding the right words has never been my forte. To the Avengers, I still don't really know you but I do want to tell you this; im sorry I can't help with the prophecy. I have no idea if you can win this war but I do know you will never give up until you do. I wish you all the best of luck. To Nico I leave all of my weapons and armor. I am leaving Thalia the horn of Artimis (sorry I never was able to use it). Grover gets all of my money which can be found in my various bank accounts and my beaded necklace. Leo and Calypso get my apartment if they want it so they can live closer to camp. Please tell my mom that I was killed on a top secret mission involving the Avengers, space aliens and Tartarus. Don't mention that the person that killed me was... well... me.  It is time for me to go now. I will never forget you all and I will be waiting for you in the underworld.
Until we meet again,
Percy Jackson

Now all that is left is to finish it. I lock my door and grab Reaper. My heart beats quickly in the anticipation on my death. I line up the sword with my stomach and prepare to run it through me the same way Gaea's dirt sword had run through Annabeth. My hands trembled and I closed my eyes tightly. Tears slipped past my eyelids and rolled down my face. Gathering my strength I plunged the sword into my stomach letting out a feral scream of triumph as I did. A second passed. Ten second. A minute. Nothing. No pain. I cautiously open first one, then both of my eyes. Looking down I see the sword is in fact lodged inside of me hilt deep. Am I in shock? Is this what it feels like to die? It's not so bad. I always thought it would be more painful. Slowly I realized that there was no blood seeping out of the wound. I was also still standing upright. It was around that time I decided that no, I was not dying. Something has gone wrong. Again. Per fucking usual. I drag the blade back out of my body only to find it bloodless and me without any wounds. My freaking clothes hadn't even ripped. Maybe I just did it wrong. I tried again. And again. And again. Eventually I was chopping and hacking every body part I could but the sword just harmlessly passed through. Thinking maybe it was the sword stopping me and untrusting of any of my other weapons I reached in my pocket and grabbed riptide. Despite not using it the stupid spell had never worn off. I uncapped it and immediately stabbed it into my side. I felt nothing so I kept going. Over and over and over. Never once noticing the bloody red sheen covering the old sword. Nor the pools of thick red blood gathering below me. I did not notice when I fell to the floor. I did not noticing when my vision started to fade to blackness. I did not notice. They would not let me notice. I did not notice.

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Before you kill me for how short this chapter was I promise I will get another one out before the end of the week! I know this chapter was cruel but I enjoy torturing you all. Muhahahahaha. Actually this chapter made me really freaking sad. Please never ever commit suicide or self harm! Please if anyone ever EVER need to talk I am always here. I love you all so much and could not stand if anything happened to you. I hope you have had a wonderful few weeks since my last update and I will see you all soon!
-E. R. Ruff