If Looks Could Kill

He doesn't crack.

Charles has six long red whip marks across his whole back and still hasn't said a word, I want this to work, I need answers.

I sit there defeated for a while. Thinking. Making a plan. But I have nothing.

I look up. Charles is staring at me from across the room. I lock eyes with him and instantly he looks away but it's too late, he's been triggered.

"Percy!!" I scream for help. Charles has started coughing up blood already. His eyes widen in fear and he tries to thrash around but he's still tied to the chair.

Percy who was standing right outside the door barges in quickly and looks at Charles for only a second before jumping to his side.

Blood starts running from his eyes, his nose, his mouth and I can't deal with it, I run outside. His face burned into my mind. Tears stream down my cheeks and I don't even stop to worry if my waterproof mascara is working or not.

Itch instantly comes to my side. "I didn't mean it!" I sob loudly into his muscular chest. Sobs wrecking my body I can't think straight. I swore to myself that I would never do that again but my emotions get in the way. The power has to be triggered by them. It always starts by looking at them though. Who would've thought that the phrase, 'if looks could kill' could ever be so literal?

Itch wraps his strong arms around me and pulls me closer into his chest. "What didn't you mean to do?"

"Kill him!" I cry barely able to get the words out.

"He's not dead." Annabeth says, you can tell she's trying to be calm about this but you can also detect worry in her voice. "Percy stopped it from happening. But the real question is, what did happen?" She asks me.

"It just happens!" I tell her trying to stop the tears, "I first killed when I was Five years old, I got a new puppy. The very same afternoon, the puppy was dead. No one could figure out why, I killed when I was 17, my Biology teacher. She was a bitch but she didn't deserve to be murdered! And I killed just last month, both of my parents. it's my power I think. I don't know anything about it." I burst into tears again as the vision of my parents dying comes back into my mind. These kills are something that I'll never forget.

"I'M A MURDERER!" I scream loudly. There's no stopping the gates now. Tears freely flow from my eyes and down my cheeks into Itch's shirt.

"You're not a murderer Charlie." I hear Itch quietly telling me. "There's a difference between Murdering someone and Killing someone. Murdering in cold blood. Wanting them dead so badly. We don't know exactly how you killed these people, but we're going to help you through it, we will save you." He tells me. Annabeth nods her head in agreement.

"There has to be a way to stop your powers from becoming stronger, we need your mother, we need to go on this quest." Annabeth says thinking. She's always thinking. You can tell that she's already got half a plan sorted out in her head.

Percy walks out of the big house. "He'll live." Percy speaks the two words I do desperately needed to hear. "But what on earth happened?!" He questioned me.

A quick run down of what I know about what's happening to me was all Percy, Annabeth and Itch needed to hear before Itch dragged me to his Percy's cabin and we fell asleep on one of the spare beds, I fell asleep still teary eyed and with Itch running his hands through my hair.

Notes

-Chelsea ❤️