Aquagirl (Fem. Percy x YJ)

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"Percy."

She didn't look up at me, keeping her eyes trained on the small puzzle given to her by Artemis.

I walked over and sat beside her. She tensed, and she fumbled with the cube, almost dropping it. I caught it.

"Percy..." I gently rested my hand on her arm. She flinched away, so hard that she fell off of the bed.

My throat constricted as I watched my sister push herself away from me, continuing to try to get away even when she found herself against the wall.

"Please....don't..." she whimpered, curling up, trying to protect herself.

I got up and locked her door, causing her pleas to grow louder. I sat down in front of her and rested my hand on her side.

"Percy, sister, I am not going to harm you."

"How do I know that?" Her voice wavered.

I closed my eyes and clenched my hands into fists. Visions of her lying bloody and beaten, the injuries inflicted by my own hand, appeared in my mind.

So many times I believed the torture they forced me to deliver was too much for her, so many times did I think I had killed my own sister, the very person I am supposed to protect. But week after week, they would pull me out of my cell and to where Percy was held.

Looking at her now, I almost wish I had killed her. I should have the first time they took me in there. I should have taken that knife and slit her throat instead of carving it into her skin.

Why did I not?

The feeling of fire against my skin threatened to pull me back, and unfortunately Garth was not here to prevent it.

Sharp, stinging pain bloomed across my skin. A hand rested on my shoulder and I lashed out, landing a solid punch to the monster as blood streamed down my skin.

When the monster started crying, I was shocked back into reality. Percy laid on the floor but in a different place than before. She held her hand to her cheek.

My eyes widened. "I am sorry. Oh my gods, I did not mean to- I- I..." I started sobbing, tears streaming down my face. I covered my face with my hands. I hit her.

I hit her.

I mean, I also tortured her but I did not have much choice in that matter. Right now, we are free from our captors, and I still hit her.

I leaned over, wrapping my arms around her. She fought to try to free herself, but I kept a tight grip. She tried to pry me off and I took the opportunity to let my skin icons light.

The same hopelessness I felt the last time I was able to do this was still there, mixed with fear and shock.

Percy stopped fighting me. She reached her hands up, but I stopped her from touching my gills.

"They hurt if you touch them." I whispered.

Percy moved to sit up and I sat back so she could. She trembled as she lifted a hand towards me and froze as if I was going to hit her when she placed her hand on my cheek. She tilted my head so she could get a better look at my gills.

"Our king says it is unlikely that I will ever be able to return to Atlantis." I wiped my eyes.

Percy trailed her fingers along my gills and I cried out in pain. That didn't cause Percy to move away, instead she pressed her hands down on all of my gills.

I almost asked why, but...I cannot blame her or question her. This has to be payback for what I did to her, Percy would not harm me unless she felt it was justified. That is not in her nature.

After a minute of excruciating pain, she removed her hands. She got up and walked to the door.

"Do you remember how hard it was for me to trust you after Luke?"

I nodded.

"That's not even going to touch on how hard it's going to be after what you did."

"I did not have a choice."

She whipped around and glared at me. "You tortured me! You could have chosen not to do that! You did not have to raise the daggers or rods or anything, but you chose to!"

I had no response to her. I had no excuse to offer, no way to defend myself.

Percy walked out, leaving me in her room staring at my hands. I know someone is going to ask her about the bruise she will no doubt have. And I know Black Canary will make me have another therapy session to talk about why I punched her.

The thought made me sick. To be placed in an environment in which I am supposed to show weakness did not feel right or safe. I ran my fingers through my hair.

I should be dead. I didn't follow the mandate, and Percy almost died when she was in the same circumstances. So why the Hades was I not killed for treason?

Why am I still alive when I tortured my sister, my twin? I am just as bad as the monsters who captured us in the first place. I know my king would not hesitate to kill those monsters if he found them, so why does he not exact justice on me for what I have done?

He must have some idea of what happened. It is fairly obvious that I did something to hurt Percy. I swallowed, knowing that if he did put me on trial I would have to answer his every question.

Including why I was complacent in Percy's torture and why I did not try to escape my own torture.

I do not have any idea on how to tell him I tortured her so she would not have to torture me.

Hm....

Eat or sleep?

I don't know

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