What If: Percy Jackson

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What if Damasen never showed up when Percy and Annabeth made it to the Doors of Death?

A/N This will be a little shorter and the scenes at the Doors of Death are totally different. Just go with it please. Oh and there was no Death Mist in this. Hope you enjoy!
~Ice

  "Percy!" Annabeth shrieked as she saw him fall to the ground.
  "I'm-I'm okay," he muttered through gritted teeth.

  Annabeth didn't have time to argue as another monster came running at her. She dodged left and then pivoted, slicing it's head clean off, sending it's body crumbling into dust. She then turned her attention back to Percy, who still hadn't risen from the ground and rushed over to him.

  "What is it?" Annabeth asked frantically. She didn't see any blood. Or at least an amount that would keep him from fighting.
  "Arai," he gasped out.
  "What kind of curse?"
  "P-Pain. A lot of pain."
  "Where?"
  "Everywhere!"

  Which of his enemies died like this? Annabeth thought to herself before scanning the terrain for Bob. She couldn't spot him on the crowd of monsters but she knew he had to be close, or else they would be dead, sitting there like they were.  "Bob," she screamed.

  When he didn't appear, she cried out once more. And again. And again. Until finally the Titan appeared in front of her. He took one look at Percy and then glanced back at Annabeth, uttering one word, "Fight."

  She hastily stood, guarding Bob and Percy, slashing at the monsters who surged towards them and tricking others into fighting their own kind. Moments later, Percy was back on his feet and the two were fighting back to back.

  "Are you okay?" Annabeth shouted over all the commotion.
  "Peachy!" He yelled in return.

  Annabeth didn't have time to double check as a voice rang through the air, sending shivers down her spine.  "Well demigods, so nice of you to join our little party. I'm surprised you've made it this far. But not to worry, you won't make it a step further."

  Tartarus, she thought, with fear she couldn't possibly put into words.

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  Percy nearly dropped his sword as that voice sounded.  His eyes widened and he spared a glance around hell to find the one and only Tartarus looming before them. That time, he really did drop his sword.

  And Annabeth, it seemed, was just as scared as him, for her hand fell limp at her side. Regaining his composure, he picked up his sword with shaking hands. "Surrender now or die a slowly and painful death."

  In response, Percy raised his sword a little higher. As did Annabeth. "Slow and painful death it is. I was hoping you'd choose that one, it's definitely more fun."

  And then the monsters charged. Percy didn't think as he fought them all, glimpsing occasionally at Annabeth to make sure she was holding up okay.  But she too was cutting through monsters like they were grass. He didn't see Bob anywhere but he had no time to dwell on it as more monsters surrounded him. And in the back of his mind, he knew he was alive only because Tartarus didn't need him dead yet.

  "The chains!" Annabeth yelled suddenly. Percy cursed violently. The stupid chains! He screamed to himself. Without any mercy, he began to slowly fight his way towards the right side of the Doors of Death, while Annabeth made her way towards the left.

  The monsters seemed to see what they were doing, because they fought harder, it seemed. But so did Percy. And though every bone in his body was yelling at him to stop as pure exhaustion overtook him, he continued to fight; to slash and duck and roll and jab.

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