The Return of Evil | A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

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Previously in The Return of Evil

Percy and Octavia well...they got it on. Meanwhile, Hazel turned all psycho on the rest of the seven and Will, resulting in Annabeth getting stabbed by Jason before disappearing. Frank returned, along with Beckendorf and the rest of his gang. Tyson fixed Nico's flying chariot, and Death boy, along with Reyna, managed to shadow-travel to Tartarus in order to save everyone.

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=ANNABETH'S POV=

I stared at Beckendorf. In all my years of being a demigod, this was probably the weirdest. Part of me just couldn't comprehend that Beckendorf- Beckendorf - was standing in front of me, behind him the rest of the demigods Percy had spent months internally killing himself over.

It just wasn't possible.

But, in fact, they were living proof that it was.

"What in the name of Zeus are you doing here?" I asked, my voice a hoarse whisper. My insides felt as if they were being slowly boiled and frozen at the same time, if that was possible. The pain from the gaping wound in my stomach felt like it was spreading through my whole body, making everything go numb. Black spots swam in and out of my vision, and at that moment, I finally knew how Percy had felt when he'd gotten cursed by the arai.

Except that must've felt was ten times worse, I thought, inwardly groaning. I felt like I was going to pass out any second now.

"I'll explain later," he said quickly, although his expression looked awestruck as he glanced over his shoulder, like he couldn't believe that this was actually happening. 'We need to get out of here."

"And go where exactly?" A voice spoke up from beside me. Instantly regretting it, I rotated my head sideways to find that it was Piper, her arms crossed as she sized Beckendorf up. 'You can't just take our friend away without explaining anything about yourselves and your motives!"

A familiar brunette walked up to the front of the group, and looked Piper up and down. Her hair was tied up with a ragged piece of cloth and a long scratch ran from her forehead all the way down to her cheek. Although somehow, even with all the cuts and injuries, she still managed to look stunning.

It was the one, the only, Silena Beauregard. Former head counselor of the Aphrodite cabin and one of the most badass girls I had ever met.

"I hear you're Piper," she said calmly, although a silent threat was obviously present beneath her words. "Has Lacy gone off starting rumors about me while I was gone?"

The braided girl looked as if she'd been slapped in the face. If I wasn't bleeding to death in the middle of Tartarus, I might've smiled. Not many people could faze Piper.

"Gone." She repeated, her eyes wide. "You- you're- Lacy hasn't- You're-"

"Silena Beauregard." She held out her hand. "A pleasure to meet another Aphrodite girl who isn't completely brainwashed."

Piper took it, still looking like she was meeting Harry Styles or something. Maybe in her world, she was.

"Anyway," this time it was Leo. He turned to Beckendorf, and by then, I was already impressed by his lack of jokes about how awesome he was. "As much as I love watching this Aphrodite girl-to-Aphrodite girl reunion, we have a friend to save, another friend who's gone rogue and need a pathway out of this walk in hell." His face was grave as he stared at each of them individually. "And don't forget," he said, gesturing to me. "we have another friend who's literally dying at our feet."