The Lone Goddess Rises {Percy Jackson Fanfic}

CHAPTER 9 MARCO

Marco lifted Wren up, carrying her as fast as he could off the tarnished dock. Fire and smoke was everywhere. Greek fire, to be exact.

He wanted to stop running and sink to his knees. He knew that they shouldn't have trusted Chelsea. Neve was struggling against Kai. She was soaked in Wren's blood, her hair and clothes completely wet. The fierce look she always had on her face had completely disappeared. Now her face was ashen, tired, scared, even. She was coughing hysterically from the smoke - Kai and Neve were both on the dock when the ship blew up. They'd been breathing in the smoke for too long.

Kai who was experiencing similar symptoms, kept almost dropping Neve, or maybe it was because she was punching him repetitively in the chest, while screaming at him to let go. Eventually, Joel scooped both of them up and carried them like sacks on his back.

Brooklyn offered to help carry Wren, but Marco refused. He tried not to look at Wren, but it was hard.

Her right arm had completely blown off, soaking Marco in her blood. He tried not to think about it.

Tasha and West had run over to Will and Nico's house, about a block away from the harbour. Hopefully they had found it easily, Marco had been panicking at the time, maybe his instructions hadn't been the clearest. But Tasha was a daughter of Athena, she was smart.

They dashed up the road, spotting Nico, Will, Tasha and West standing up near the road. When they reached them, Nico didn't acknowledge any of them, taking Wren out of Marco's arms.

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No one was allowed in Nico and Will's room while Will worked on Wren. The two men stayed inside that room for hours, leaving the demigods in their house. They gathered in the di Angelo's living room. A fuzzy brown carpet covered the floor. They had an old box TV, the blinds hiding the room from the outside world. Marco sat anxiously on the couch. He picked up one of Wren's books, which had been left out on the coffee table. He turned it over aimlessly in his hands. Tasha was pacing the room, her hands held behind her back. Brooklyn leaned up against the wall, her eyes closed. Kai was asleep on the couch, but every so often he would cough. Neve was still coughing violently, looking at her blood soaked hands in dismay. She sat next to Marco, but she kept her distance. Joel had his head on West's shoulder, they too sat on the ground, near the small fireplace. The room was silent.

"Marco do you know where the bathroom is? I should wash my hands..." Neve asked quietly. Marco had never heard her like this. Like a small, vulnerable child.

"It's right down the hall." Marco said, pointing. The girl got up and made her way over, quietly. Marco watched her go. He had developed some respect for the daughter of Khione, despite their horrible first impression, she was very brave. To dive into the water like that, with all the rubble, fire and smoke, the blood, was amazing. Especially after admitting she wasn't very fond of water.

Neve came back after a few minutes, her hands clean. She grabbed one of their throw pillows and cuddled it, curling into a ball on the couch and closing her eyes.

Marco sighed, leaning back against the couch. His chest hurt, as if it was being stabbed by an invisible sword. He wanted to be with Wren so badly, to hold her and tell her it was going to be okay, whether she was conscious or not.

Was she breathing when Marco had carried her up the dock? He couldn't remember.  He ran his hands through his hair and cracked his knuckles with nervousness. If only they could help...

A/N Hello people :) This is Via's Authors Note... I don't really have anything to say... I wrote this chapter so yeah :-) Marco makes me so sad :(

-Via

A/N WAIT WAT WAS THAT!!!!!! 

Maxine here...

Marco, just Marco... 

Also Via is such a good author tho, am I right? 

You guys: Yes, you are.

Me: I'm lonely... 

So yeah I told you guys what you're saying...

Byeeeee.... :( (lonely)

-Max