The Convergence (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Stigma

Whack!

Blood misted onto Percy's face as his sword slashed through another mortal like cutting through butter. They fell to their knees and collapsed into a pool of blood which dampened the sand of the arena floor. He knelt down with a small smirk on his face as he saw tears fill the eyes of the girl he had just disemboweled. Percy unsheathed the dagger on his belt and chuckled softly.

"Don't worry," he whispered, mockingly caressing her face with the tip of the blade, "it will all be over soon." The tip of the dagger reached her neck, and he slit her neck with a quick motion.

The crowd cheered as blood bloomed from the cut and soaked into the ground. They beckoned the next and last mortal to enter the arena this night. The ramp fell once more and a few seconds later another young girl emerged from the dungeons below. She was shaking from head to toe, but had a set jaw as though she was trying to keep face.

Percy slowly stood, looking over the girl with a sly smile, "What a shame, to ruin such a pretty creature."

"Is that all we are?" the girl managed through her teeth, "Are we just creatures to you?"

Percy sauntered over to her, he circled her once before gently running his fingers through her hair, "Hardly."

The girl jerked her head away from his hand as she did so the crowd began to laugh. She glared at him, "I don't know what she sees in you, you're a pig."

"Call me what you like, but my fiancée seems to think pretty highly of me."

"I'm not talking about her," the girl started to back away from him, "I'm talking about Annabeth."

For a moment, Percy stared at her, "Who?"

"Annabeth," the girl continued to back away, "the demigod girl you have locked up down in the dungeon."

The crowd was becoming restless, hungry for blood and tired of talking. Kronos's voice boomed overhead, trying to keep the crowd engaged, "Percy, did your mother ever teach you not to play with your food? Especially if it's not for you?" he laughed, though there was a slight strain.

Percy ignored him and advanced on the girl, "The girl in that dungeon has nothing to do with me."

"You sure about that? Or is that what they tell you," the girl cautiously walked backward, keeping distance from Percy. Rae and Kronos seemed to be getting very uncomfortable. Rae was standing, watching them carefully.

"Who are you?" Percy gripped his sword as though he was itching swing it.

"My name is Taylor," the girl replied. "I met Annabeth in the cell I was being held in, she said you weren't well."

"I'm fine, thanks," Percy growled. "Now, if you'll let me get on with this--"

"If you wanted to get on with it you would have already killed me."

"Shut up."

"If you wanted me to shut up, you wouldn't allow me to keep talking."

"I said, shut up."

"You remember her...don't you. Annabeth, I mean."

"She's not a part of my life anymore, she betrayed me."

"How?" Taylor snapped, eyeing the crowd carefully. They were growing even more bored, talking among themselves and leaving to grab even more food to stuff in their mouths. They could not hear their conversation, "do you even know? Or is that another thing they aren't telling you?"

Percy opened his mouth to deny her accusation, but found himself being unable to prove her wrong. He glared at her, "Don't talk about things you don't understand, mortal."