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Annabeth's face was the last one Percy saw before he got shot. He would always remember that face, he would always remember her pointing her gun at him, and pulling the trigger.
There was no remorse or sadness in her face, only a cold, hard, steely look of determination.
He collapsed on the floor, staring at her, clasping his hands over the pain on his chest. "How could you?" He croaked, tears in his eyes.
Annabeth stared back, not saying a word.
"I-I thought you loved me."
Annabeth put down her gun. "You thought wrong."
Tears rolled down Percy's cheeks. "Annabeth..." he said, voice barely above a whisper, before closing his eyes, going silent.
Suddenly, a voice behind him jolted him out of his little nap. "Quit being so over-dramatic, Perce." It was Grover. "It's just paintball," he said exasperatedly, pointing his gun to the bright blue blotch on Percy's chest.
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