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Silent Running

Chapter 21

Percy's POV

They laughed once more at my expense, my mouth covered to prevent me talking my way out of this. The leader raised the knife up as high as he could before, in a flash of silver, it fell down towards me.

You know how people say your life flashes before your eyes right before you're about to die?

I always thought it was a lie. I mean, how many times have I almost died before this time?

Too many to count. It's been years since my first quest, and I'm willing to bet I've risked my life at least a hundred times. My life hadn't flashed before my eyes any time before, so why would it now?

Maybe I knew I wasn't going to survive.

For whatever reason, this time I saw something that resembled my life flashing before my eyes. I saw Annabeth, when we were twelve, telling me that I drool in my sleep. I saw Annabeth, when we were thirteen, standing on the dock of Clarisse's zombie boat. I saw Annabeth, when we were fourteen, getting kidnapped by that manticore. I saw Annabeth, when we were fifteen, standing inside Mount St. Helens. I saw Annabeth, when we were sixteen, kissing me underwater.

I saw Annabeth, when we were in Rome, holding onto my hand as we dangled above Tartarus.

"We're staying together," I promised. "You're not getting away from me. Never again."


"Never again."

"Never again..."


I'm sorry, Annabeth.

The tip of the knife pierced the left side of my chest, a drop of physical pain amidst the ocean of heartache I found myself in. I hardly felt it as it inched deeper into my body, the physical pain never overwhelming the mental pain that came with the thought of losing Annabeth.

How could I survive losing her?

My eyes drooped closed as the heartbreak devastated my drive to fight back. I was so lost in the thought of losing the one I've loved that I couldn't begin to resist death.

A flash of silver lit up behind my eyes. I heard a wolfish scream, followed by a multitude of howls. The pressure on my arms vanished. The only thing that remained the same was the tip of the silver knife I felt embedded in my chest.

Now that I wasn't drowning in guilt-ridden heartbreak, I tuned in to my body to feel the silver of the knife slowly spreading its poison through my blood. I wasn't a full werewolf yet, so it hadn't killed me immediately upon entering my body, but it would soon enough.

Already it had rid me of the power to open my eyes more than a sliver.

Somewhere above me, I heard a female voice curse. There were hushed murmurings exchanged between some number of people before silence enveloped the cavern again. I wondered distantly how close Annabeth and Grover had arrived to Camp Half Blood, and what they were doing now. What had they told people? Was I a hero or a monster?

Maybe I was both.

After barely a moment of silence, I felt something warm settle down next to me. Two slender arms reached under my limp body and scooped me up, holding me close to a beating heart contained in a warm chest. The steady rhythm resounded in me as the person held me up.

A second later, we were walking. My eyes, narrow slits that could hardly see anything beyond my eye lashes, caught a glimpse of color here and there. They were all warm colors, somehow familiar to me, though I couldn't remember why. Was that a bad sign?

Was not remembering something a sign of a concussion? Or a brain tumor? Or something worse? I couldn't seem to remember any of those little facts.

The dots weren't connecting. I was only vaguely aware of all my surroundings, seeing everything through the thin veil of my eyelashes. My thoughts, sluggish as they were on a normal day, were having a difficult time getting through my brain past the spike of red-hot pain flaring up.

Dimly, I told myself that that was fine. Not knowing something? That was nothing new.

Maybe I should just give in to the unending agony that rocketed through my body. Surely that would make me feel better?

Darkness began to creep onto the edges of my already-feeble vision. Should I just give in?

The darkness seemed to call to me, beckoning. It wouldn't stop.

It turns out that I didn't have a choice as to whether or not I would give in to the darkness. A second later, it obstructed my vision entirely. My ears felt like they were filled with cotton.

Before the darkness seeped into my brain and compromised my entire body, I heard someone's distant voice. It was as if I were underwater and they were calling out to me.

I think I heard someone shout my name. My body vibrated with the word, shaking against someone's chest. Poison flowed through my veins.

"No, we're losing him!"

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