Annabeth's P.O.V

(Still before the 'blood curdling scream' [A/N: I'm mentally laughing from the way I wrote 'Blood curdling scream.'])

"What?" She asked. She was really confused and hated not knowing things. Her thoughts were foggy.

'When the Time Lord was sent back to Tartarus, he cursed the you since it was your dagger which killed him. He cursed you that when you are in danger, there will be no one to protect you. Perseus won't be able to do anything about it.'

"Like there is anyone anyways." She muttered bitterly.

And like that, the fight continued. She kept on dodging arai who advanced towards her, though she couldn't place a hit on them; which was kinda good. Her mind kept dwelling on the arai's words- there will be no one to protect you. Perseus won't be able to do anything about it. That pretty much canceled that microscopic amount of hope that Percy was still there.

After about 20 seconds, (she had no idea how she knew) an arai grabbed her arm from behind. She elbowed it's stomach and smashed it's head with a punch. It disintegrated into golden dust. Her foot immediately started bleeding badly.

She didn't have any time to think about it, since another arai approached- she still couldn't see, but she could sense the movement. She quickly ran (actually, limped) a few steps in another direction.

Silence.

The silence would be calming, but with Percy gone it was disturbing. She held the rock in her hand, her thoughts racing.

There is no point to live, everyone has abandoned you. The back of her mind said. Anyway, you wouldn't get out of Tartarus. Kill yourself- it would be a much less painful death.

Annabeth wasn't sure what to do, she didn't have Percy- but maybe just maybe, she could get out of this place. Maybe Bob would help.

So she just sat down. She wanted to do something to get out of Tartarus, but she couldn't. She couldn't even see. And besides, she had still not recovered from the fact that Percy left her.

She heard an Arai approaching, but she didn't move. I'm useless anyway, nobody would care if anything happens to me. Might as well die.

Once the arai stabbed her, she immediately screamed.

Percy's P.O.V

The scream made him stop in his tracks, because he recognized it- Annabeth's.

When he stopped fighting he realised that Bob was fighting too, though this time there were curses affecting him. He had many scratches and stabs on him, though they were healing.

When he looked around, he saw Annabeth, in a pool of blood. He quickly ran towards her, though time seemed to be slowing down. More and more blood pooled around her- too much actually.

Though luckily, this time when he reached towards her she didn't appear anywhere else - apparently her curses had went away, so she could see him.

"Percy?" She croaked. "You never left me?"

"I would never leave you." Percy whispered as tears streamed down his face.

"I'm sorry." She whispered. "I'll be waiting for you in Elysium. No matter how long it takes."

"No you're not dying. Not on my watch." Bob had come next to him- he touched her and her wounds healed, though she still looked pale.

"Too much blood. Organs destroyed. Annabeth will die." Bob said regret in his eyes. "Sorry Percy. Bob didn't help you. Sorry."

Percy knew that it wasn't Bob's fault- at least he had helped. "I-it's okay Bob." He said, unable to form proper words.

"P-Percy?" Annabeth asked weakly. "Promise me that you will make it to the Doors of Death. You won't give up. You won't just stay here and cry. You will complete the prophecy. Promise me."

"I-I promise."

Annabeth smiled and kissed his hand. "Remember I'll always love you. I'll always love you Percy. Always." She locked eyes with him, and then her eyes became glossy, and her breathing stopped.

"No, no, no, no, no! You can't be dead, you can't!" Tears were streaming down his face, he would never see her stormy gray eyes- her calculating eyes. He would never see her smile, which always managed to brighten up his day. He would never be reassuring her, saying it's okay; saying that they're together. None of that would ever happen. She was dead- and she couldn't come back.

He silently sobbed, burying his head in Annabeth's T-shirt. He felt like he was dying slowly without her. Her heartbeat would never be heard. He would never see her kiss him, she would never be there to call him 'Seaweed Brain'. It was all gone. Her tanned face had become unnaturally pale. She would never kiss him when he did something stupid, she would never judo-flip him when he went missing. He would never see her again- he would only see her dead body.

Percy's whole body shook as he cried. He didn't want to believe it, he couldn't believe it, but she was dead. And it was his fault. He wanted to stay there and cry. He didn't want to live. He didn't care if any monsters came now. Because all hope was lost.

But he would go there. He would complete the prophecy. He had to. But after that he would go away from camp. Far, far away. He didn't want anything to do with being a demigod. He wanted to be mortal, live behind the lies of the mist, have Annabeth back.He wanted Annabeth back. He wanted his wise girl back.

He closed her eyes, since the look in them was too painful to see. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see tears silently trickling down Bob's face.

It was all silent.

Then came the arai's laugh.

'See. Look at him, unable to do anything. He's probably just going to cry here his whole life.'

'Or he'll kill himself.'

'No. We will alert the giants of his presence so his blood can be spilled.'

'But first let's enjoy the show.'

The sound of their laughing made anger bubble inside of his stomach.

Now that he thought about it, there was water. There was water. He could feel small particles of water in the air, and in the blood of the arai.

The arai probably saw the look he gave them, because they started laughing again. 'What are you going to do? Kill all of us? You'll anyway die from the curses.' More laughter. And more anger bubbled inside of him. 'What are you going to do now? Just cry like a baby?'

He gave them an answer by twisting their blood. All the arai's faces contorted in pain. He made the air liquidize, so it was liquid. Then he made a bubble from it and started suffocating the arai.

'Stop! It hurts! It burns! Ahhh!'

"'Kay then." He closed his fist, making the poisonous liquid kill all of them.

His anger immediately subsided and got replaced with a feeling of emptiness. He turned to Bob. Now that his anger had subsided he was slightly scared that Bob would think that he was a monster, considering how he killed the arai.

But Bob had a face of determination. "Percy kill monsters. Let us go now. Bob will help Percy."

"Hey, Bob. Can we bring Annabeth too?" He choked up at the word Annabeth. "She deserves a proper send-off. And not in Tartarus." He wanted to cry more, but he had promised her; he would get to the Doors of Death. And he wouldn't disappoint his wise girl, even if she was dead.

Bob nodded, picked her up bridal style, and he led the way from there onward.

[A/N: Did I make this a little too sad? Nah, I don't think so. Luckily for me- I've been practicing my evil laugh.

*laughs evilly*

And, ya I forgot:

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Rick Riordan does.

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~The Small Evil Girl Named Sara