Do you Know Pain?

Chapter One: In Cold Blood

"Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime."

―Mineko Iwasaki

Some say time heals. That it will all be okay in time. But those people seem to never understand, that time doesn't heal. Time let's the pain brew. Time let's a person suffer, if they have not been treated properly. Just one example is Perseus Jackson, Hero of Olympus twice over, and the one who was broken moreover.

Percy could remember every detail of that night. The night his family, and his Wisegirl died. The memory played in his head over and over, keeping im awake at night. The night he wasn't fast enough...

Flashback...

Percy Jackson was a lucky guy. He had everything, an awesome mom, a cool step dad, a cute, loveable little sister. And the best of all, his life, his love, Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena. The group was joking around and having fun at his apartment, playing an intense game of Monopoly. Annabeth had just bought out Percy's properties, and had a large stack of monopoly cash in front of her. Paul and Sally, holding little Alaina Jackson between them. Paul was whispering into the laughing toddler's ear, and Sally smiled at the two. Sally got up, and walked into the kitchen.

All of a sudden the group heard a growl, and a crash in the kitchen. Paul jerked up, and pushed little Alaina Jackson behind him. Percy jolted up, and grabbed Riptide, Annabeth doing the same with her bronze knife.

Percy rushed into the kitchen, and was pushed to the ground. His world went black, as he heard screaming in the other room.

Percy awoke on the kitchen floor. He was light headed, and he looked around him. He saw his mother's mangled corpse, the tiles around her covered in blood. He crawled over to her, desperately grabbing at her hands. He felt nothing but her cold skin. Tears threatened to spill. Then he remembered: Annabeth. He rushed up to his feet, ignoring the migraine he now had, and walked to the doorway. He wished he hadn't.

The scene before him almost made him choke on despair. Paul was lying on the floor, his internal organs ripped out and spread across the floor. Next was his little sister, barely three, barely lived any life, mauled into a barely identifiable corpse. But the sight next to that was permanently burned into his memory.

His Wisegirl, his mortal anchor, was lying over the table, monopoly money covering her body. Blood dripped out of the cut on her head, and her knife stabbed into her heart. Her calculating, stormy grey eyes were dim and glazed over, lifeless.

Percy crouched over her body, tears now falling freely onto the floor. He shook her in desperation, wishing this were a dream. Why must fate be so cruel?

He looked to the ceiling, yelling, "Why? WHY!!?"

A bright light flashed behind him, but he didn't care. He simply held Annabeth in his arms, breathing in the scent of her lemon shampoo. Then he heard her voice.

"What did you do to my daughter!?"

Percy didn't answer. He simply sat there, Annabeth in his arms. He had to make the moment last as long as he could. Then he felt a hand wrench him away from her. He flew across the room, against the wall. Percy quickly jumped up, and glared at the goddess of wisdom. She met his glare with an equally menacing one.

"You will not touch my daughter. This is your fault."

Flashback ended...

The rain poured down against the huddle of people in black. Three coffins were slowly dropped into the ground. The first one held Sally Blofis, being laid next to her parents' graves. The next, Paul Blofis, was laid next to her. And the final, noticeably smaller one, contained the remains of a child. Funerals are always sad. But a child's is so much worse.