Percy Jackson's Last Breath

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C O N F R O N T A T I O N
PART 2

Confused, Annabeth stared at Perseus with her mouth agape. She searched his face for any signs of him just telling a fucked up joke, but was given nothing. Why was he asking her this? Did this mean that he cares? "I—I don't..." She said to him, her voice breathy. Her knees felt weak and she forced herself to lean against the wall for support.

Catching the movement with his eyes, Perseus reached forward and held onto her bicep as he dragged her to a bed. Not having the energy to rip her arm out of his hold, Annabeth simply obliged his movements. He sat her down on the bed and stood in front of her, making a whirlwind of emotions run through her head. What is happening right now?

"I need you to answer me. Right now." Annabeth stared up at him as she tried to formulate a response. "I'm not sure what you expect me to say... Why are you here?" He shook his head at her and pointed at himself, "I ask the questions. Now answer them. What does that picture mean?" His hard gaze never left her questioning ones.

Annabeth cleared her throat in attempt to clear her mind, "That photo... was taken years ago. Before you were trapped in Tartarus." She spoke softly, afraid that if her tone was too high or too loud, she would set off a bomb. "Why was I with you?" He demanded. She looked at his lips, remembering how they used to be the most gentle and softest thing in the world. "We were together. As in... you were my boyfriend and I your girlfriend."

Nothing on his face changed except for the slight rise of a brow. For the first time ever, Annabeth thought she rendered him speechless. So she continued, "We loved each other." She scoffed quietly and shook her head. "More than you could ever know."

Perseus stayed silent but the million thoughts that were running through his mind were slowly putting together the puzzle pieces. All those visions that he's seen before were real. Damn. This was certainly an eye opener. He had come here with the intent of killing everyone in his sight. He had mustered up an earthquake that could distract the campers enough for him to murder them all. But the second he laid his eyes on this photograph, he snapped out of it. He didn't know why, but that simple photo was enough for him to doubt his actions. He stopped the earthquake and did something that went against the orders he was given.

It wasn't until now that he realized how empty he was. He had no emotions, no desires, no memories. But that wasn't the case now. Now, he realized, that the images he has been seeing weren't unimportant but rather pieces of his past.

Annabeth watched as he slowly lowered to his knees and inclined his head down. She didn't know what was happening, but she knew for sure that Perseus had changed since the last time she saw him.

His chest rose up and down as he slowly raised his head to look at her. Annabeth immediately saw the confusion in his eyes and was at a loss for words as she finally saw real emotions on his face.

He clenched his jaw, "We loved each other? Who are you?" Annabeth opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by his sigh. "Who am I?"

She felt a knot in her throat as she held back tears. "You're Percy. Percy Jackson. Son of Sally Jackson and Lord Poseidon. You are—" he looked at her again, eyes begging for answers "—were a half blood. You were adored by everyone. Every camper, from both camps, admired who you were." She wiped a lone tear and didn't know whether to continue or not.