Percy Jackson One Shots

Alexis Jackson - Part Two

I lay on our bed, thinking of where he could be. Luke must have left early this morning. So early I hadn't even gotten up before he'd left. I haven't seen my boyfriend all day and now it's after supper.

I huff, annoyed and worried. Luke keeps talking about the great prophecy. And how great it will be when the gods don't rule is anymore. He talks about the Titan's like they're our saviours. It makes me want to barf.

I love Luke, but everything he stands for is wrong. Well the gods aren't necessarily the top parents in the world, but they're better than the Titans. I can't believe he's so blind to what's happening to him. This entire ordeal is corrupting his mind. I'm just afraid that at the end of this — whenever and wherever that may be — there won't be any of my Luke Castellan remaining and I'll be left with a gaping hole in my heart meant for a mindless, unfeeling shell of a human. Who knows maybe he'll be kil—

I push the thought away. We're both going to make it out. I'm going to save him. I'm going to save him. I'm going to save him. I love you, Luke and I'm going to save you.

These words are the only things keeping me moving now. Them and Luke.

The war is drawing closer. I can feel it. More celestial bronze weapons are being stowed aboard  the Princess Andromeda — a boat I've taken to calling home the past two years.

I toss around the bed, restless. How can I sleep when just down the hall, soldiers are training for a war? A war that could begin at any second.

I stuff my face in my pillow and just as I'm drifting off, I hear a creak. Turning my head, a thumbnail of light slips over my face, making me squint. A figure steps into the room, shutting the door behind them. I hear footsteps coming towards the bed.

"Luke?"

"I'm here, Alexis," his voice murmurs, hoarse and deep.

I feel the bed shift as he climbs in. Arms wrap around my waist tugging me closer to his warm body, spooning me. I snuggle into his shirtless chest before remembering I haven't seen him all day.

"Luke?" I ask into the darkness again.

"Mmm?" I feel his lips brush my ear. I smile, but shake my head, needing to ask the question.

"Where were you all day?"

His lips pause in the middle of kissing my hair.

"Alexis we're so close now. One more step and we will attack," he says.

I can't tell if he smiles, but he sure does sound glad.

"What's this 'one step'?" I inquire, flipping onto my other side to face him.

He takes a shaky breath and looks at me. But he turns away again. "Alexis, what the gods have done — what they're doing is wrong. They've abandoned so many children. You should have seen the Hermes cabin when I left that place." He chuckles sourly to himself. "What am I saying, you were one of those demigods in the cabin waiting to be claimed at some point.

"Alexis, I've seen you're looks. I have. You look utterly disgusted with me every time I talk about how Kronos is going to save us.

"And, well, the truth is, I know he's not going to save us really. But he's going to save us from the gods at least.

"At first I was so sure. So damn sure about everything. I knew that Kronos was going to treat me better than Hermes. But now...now I don't know what to think, Alexis. All I know is that I'm going to see this thing through. I'm going to raise hell on the gods and fight...for me."

He grabs hand now and pulls me into a hug. "Alexis, I'm scared. I'm so so scared. The one step left — the final step — is for me to take on Kronos's body."

The information slowly starts to process through my brain. I look up at him, confused, my hands resting on his chest. "You're what?"

"I swam in the River Styx. I'm immortal now, Alexis."

I gasp.

"And now my body is fit for Kronos."

I stare at him for second in utter horror before pushing him away. "You're just going to let the king of the Titans take over your body?"

He looks at me. "What else am I suppose to do?"

I shake my head and climb out from under the covers, pacing the room. "And you've known this since the beginning haven't you."

"Alexis—"

"Haven't you?"

He hangs his head. "It's been the plan since the beginning."

I exhale a breath. "You mean to tell me that you knew all along that it was going to come to this. That there was never any hope of saving you?"

"Saving me? Alexis why would you— Alexis. No. I know you don't like the Titans but honestly, the gods aren't any better," he protests.

I shake my head in disgrace. "You're blind, Luke. Completely and utterly blind. The gods suck. They do. But the Titans? Seriously, Luke? Is that who you're choosing to ally yourself with? A bunch of immortals whose king ate his own sons?"

Luke jumps out of the bed, facing me. "Leave."

I stare at him, puzzled. "What?"

"Leave. You aren't loyal to the cause. Now leave," he orders.

I feel my breaths grow lighter and there's a heaviness in my chest before it explodes, leaving me with an empty hollow feeling as I study his face and realize he's completely serious.

Still the cold words squeeze past my throat. "Fine, I'd rather not be around a bunch of psychos the rest of my life anyways." I storm out of the room.

I turn hallway after hallway — numb. Finally I collapse at the beginning of a staircase. That's when I break.

I gasp for air as my body is racked by my sobs. Clutching the stairwell railing, I sink to the ground. I can feel my heart tear in a jagged line straight through the middle. There's pain. Not just mental. But physical pain — as if my heart is bleeding out.

"I'm — I — I was -— suppose — to save — you," I whisper to no one in particular, hiccuping every couple words.

I scream and pound my agonized chest. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. Father save me. Father help me. Father save him. Save me. Help me. Dad.

I rock back and forth, screaming in terror. Someone will find me soon. Then I can be strong. Now, alone, I can collapse. Fold in onto myself with every strangled cry.

Suddenly something digs into my back. I scream louder. I'm ashamed of how I'm acting, I'm suppose to be strong. They're here now, I have to be strong, but no matter how many times I tell myself to get a grip, I can do nothing but scream.

Scream and scream and scream as a recruit bends down and whispers in my ear, "No one off this boat can know the plan. Not until we're ready."

Scream and scream and scream as the sound of a sword being dragged out of its sheath rings in my ears.

Scream and scream and scream as more whispers fill my ears, "And you're a liability."

Scream and scream and scream as I see a sandy haired, scarred face running towards me, yelling. His face is blotchy with tears.

Scream and scream and scream as the sword plunges through my back.

So...yeah. She kind of possibly totally died.

Sorry.

I'm also sorry for being a terrible updater. Honestly I take so long and I apologize for that. Thanks again to @AlexWinchester88 for the OC...I'm really very truly sorry she died.

Vote & comment if you loved (and even if you didn't)
~omgitshappenning 😜