Once I finished freshening up, I walked over to the nearest window, and I peered over the edge, this must be why some people came up stairs, it's guaranteed death if you fall. Bodies littered the ground, plastered. I stood close to the edge, the wind nearly pushing me off. How easy would it be to die right now? Is this what my mom would want? Her monster of a son to die? I don't deserve her, I've done nothing but hurt her. She'll be thankful if I take the final step. I'm to afraid of the fields, I can't. I don't want to meet Gabe there, that would be the worst punishment, other than reliving this. One foot went off the edge, I was close, just a little less resistance and it would be over. No, not when people are watching. I steadied myself and got off the edge. They already seen me become a monster I was so scared to become, but I don't care, this is who I've always been, but no longer hidden.

I grinned as I ran down the stairs, finding sleeping people and taking their stuff, walking over some of them because I knew they had no weapons, not any more. So many woke up, and they circled me, looking for their weapons. "Looking for these?" I asked, holding a wide collection of knives. They started to back away nervously, except for one bold guy, who stepped forward and rushed me. "Big mistake!" I growled, holding three knives in between my fingers and I stabbed him and then pushed him on the ground, stomping on his throat, crushing his airway. Everyone backed away as I laughed loudly, manically, this is power, this is control, I'm in control now.

"I give you to the count of 5, run," and they did, they ran downstairs, their safest best. "5, 4, 3, 2, and 1." I smirked and I threw knives at people running down the stairs, leaving them to fall down the stairs where they can die. I leaned against the closest wall, sobbing and laughed at the same time. "What's wrong with me?" I laughed, laying down while I choked on my sobs. I wiped one of the blades off and stabbed my hand, once, twice, third, fourth and five times, going up my arm. I got control of my breathing and poured water on my harm and the healing potion. 7 people laid at the bottom of the stairs. That makes 10 people, not including those I put poison on. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

When I woke up, there was some light coming in, although not very much. An alarm sounded, did I sleep all day? I stood up groggily, walking to the table that was set up, I was alone up here, people saw bodies at the staircase and left me along probably, they feared me. I chuckled darkly while I ate, smiling like I was at a family function, seeing old friends and family.

"Percy?" I heard someone, familiar, I turned around quickly, readying my knife. It was Nico, he seemed to see my hand, "I'm not participating in this, my father helped me get here, we're all worried about you." He said, sitting down beside me. I broke into a fit of sobs, and Nico didn't know what to do.

"I'm a monster, I can't control it anymore, I've always been this, I've always been destined to this, I was so afraid of becoming the monster everyone thought I was and Annabeth breaking up with my was my last straw. I can't live without her, but she doesn't need me, she doesn't want me. I've been so miserable, and, and," I rambled as I sobbed into my hands.

"You're not a monster," I stopped him by pointing at the stair case, he stood up and walked carefully, seeing the pile. "You were defending yourself." He stated.

"They had their backs turned, they were running away from me because they saw what I did to their friend." I hiccuped, pointing to the other body. Nico froze, looking at the bloody footprints, my footprints. "What if I can't stop? What if I go back to camp and need to feel this type of control? What if I can't control the urges when I go back?" I asked, I stopped crying by now, I felt empty, numb. Nico was still frozen in his spot.

"We'll get you help, when you come back, Will, he's been studying mental illnesses, he can help you." Nico said, it was just a hopeful thought, we knew it wasn't real.

"It won't work. I'm not going to keep living. I just can't die here, I can't, not until Annabeth sees." I gulped.

"Sees what?" Nico asked, sitting back down. This is the most human I've felt in the two days I've been here.

"That this, all of this I'm going through, all this murder, it's because of her. She would have done this, her stupid curiosity was going to get her killed and I knew it! She's stupid, she's cocky! She thinks she knows everything, and when she didn't know Ares game, she was willing to die to find out. I'm only here because she told me to, if I didn't want her to, that I should." I growled, and Nicos jaw slightly dropped open.

"You didn't quit because, because you wanted to prove a point?" Nico asked, almost yelling. "You're probably dumber than she is, trying to prove a point is the most idiotic thing when it comes down to something Ares is involved in!" Nico shouted. My vision went red, I was on the brink, of what, I wasn't quite sure, all I knew was Nico was screwed if he didn't run.

"Get out of here." I growled, clenching onto my knife, my knuckles turning white. Nico froze, his face going paler than usual, "now!" I shouted, but Nico didn't move, he wasn't afraid. I rose my knife, I was trembling, he still didn't move, maybe he was to afraid, I swung at him, watching his arms try to cover himself, how pitiful.