Jason POV/
Most people compare me with Percy. But I compare myself with a brick. The way Percy came back to us at Camp Half-Blood absolutely freaked me out. What if it had been any of the others? They would have instantly died to whatever Percy had to face. Me for instance. I would've passed out over and over again.
Percy's broken form lay in front of me, and I had absolutely no idea what to do. I mean, how do you console the person who has defeated Kronos, endured pain and torture by her Evil Majesty, and been thrown into the deepest pits of Tartarus. Suddenly, Annabeth started sobbing.
"Y-you know w-what? I can't...I can't d-do this a-anymore!" She screamed.
Confused, I faced her. "What are you talking about? We have to help him!"
Her broken gray eyes stared intently at me. "Exactly! I can't help him anymore! It's hopeless! He might as well be.... he might as w-well be a c-carcass!"
I jerked back instantly. How could she say that when Percy was right in front of her? Percy's lips began to form a demented smile. "You're right, Annabeth. I am hopeless," he said calmly.
He pried his eyes from the ground to stare blankly at me. It looked like the devil had somehow possessed him. "Hey, Jason," he said.
I gulped, nervous of what he was going to say. "Y...yes, Percy?"
One of his hands swept his overgrown hair to the side. And you could see his dying soul.
"Do you have a knife?"
His right eye was red.
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Percy Jackson, The Son Of Chaos
FanficPercy Jackson has been called a murderer by the person he loves: Annabeth. Percy is ordered to leave camp, and meets the Universal Master, Lord Chaos, who happens to be his actual father. Learning that he is Omega, an all powerful Primordial, Percy...
