Leo Dies at the End

Leo's POV:


Leo's first thought that he was dead. He got up, extremely relieved that he was still alive.

Ow.

Leo didn't even bother opening his eyes. He felt where the knife impaled him.
Still there. This was going to get worse before it got better.
Leo opened his eyes, and looked at the knife.
He got both of his hands on the knife's handle, and pulled up, screaming like a little girl the whole time.
With one motion, the knife was out, and he threw it away from him. He sat up, looking at both stab wounds.

Ow.

He cut off his jeans and wrapped them around his waist and chest, and man, did he look funny.
He had ripped denim shorts, a blood covered orange shirt, and more denim that made it look like he had a bra on.
He reached down, wincing at the pain, and grabbed his back pack.
Leo almost thew up.
Taylor was laying there, dead, and her hand was on her wound.
Leo was going to make Annabeth pay.
Taylor was actually growing on him.
But now she's dead, her eyes were staring at the bloody spot Leo was laying in a few moments ago.
Leo groaned, and he wasn't sure if it was from the pain or the dead beauty laying on the ground.
He couldn't just leave her there, could he?
Leo pulled a few leaves off of some low palm tree-like trees and wove them together, making a sled.
He lifted Taylor up, wincing at the pain, and put her on the sled. Leo picked up the rope he had in his tool belt, attached it to the sled, and started going down hill towards her hut.

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