Before the blade hit Nico's arms, my wrist was grabbed, "your father shouldn't have entertained this stupid idea of yours, go!" Ares growled at Nico, who just looked down and shadow travelled away. "As for you, he's not a part of this game, that's real murder!" Ares growled, throwing me to the ground. I laughed, sitting up.

     "Real murder? Real murder! So that counts as real murder! None of this counts! Great!" I laughed, standing up, lunging at Ares. My vision was increased, adrenaline rushed through me. Ares stopped me easily, but I kept on lunging until my body collapsed from exhaustion.

     "For once, I think I should have listened to your father." Ares grunted, slamming my head into the ground, which caused a ringing in my ears.

    "What? What did my father?" I asked, coughing.

    "He told me that the moment you saw someone else die, you would have such bloodlust, you wouldn't be controllable. You can't even think now, boy, look at you. You are your demons now." He scoffed, and I struggled to get up, leaning against the nearest wall. "This needs to end, now." He said surely.

    "No, let this finish. I beg you, please, I can't stop. I need this, I finally feel in control, not weak or pathetic. I can't feel like I did when I was a kid again, please." I pleaded, it was pathetic, I shouldn't want this so bad, but it's my freedom. I'm a monster I know, I don't care. Ares looked shocked, he stared deeply into my eyes and sighed.

    "Your urges will only get worse if you continue." He said, raising a brow, how nice it would be to cut it out. I looked at the ground.

    "I'll kill myself when I get back, I will, I swear on-" I started before Ares slammed me to the ground again.

    "That's stupid of you boy, once we get back, we're having Morpheus make you think this was all a dream, and your talking to someone, but for now, play my game." He growled and flashed away.

    I almost killed Nico, Bianca would have been so disappointed, so angry at me. Hazel will probably have my head when I come back; I'm so stupid! I can't keep doing this!

Time travel

Four days, it's been four days since Ares last stopped by, he didn't say anything that time, the week before was when Nico visited for the first and only time. Ares says there's still 100 people left, but they won't attack because they know I'm here, and I'm their main target now after I killed 23 people from poison. 33 people, my bloodlust did get out of control, but I'm trying to control it now. I've been up here for a week and four days trying to put it back into the deepest part of my mind, but now that I acted on it, I can't. Ares has been watching me carefully, trying to see if I could succeed. I'll be honest, I've been hurting myself just to see blood, to feel control, and it helps, but it's not as good as watching someone else bleed. I'm losing it again, I can't wait anymore. I stood up from my corner and walked downstairs, the bodies laying there felt comforting now, even though I knew it was wrong.

I grabbed some candles, and I lit the wood on fire. I was going to take everyone down with me, including this cursed building. I burned each floor, killing anyone who tried to stop me. I must have killed 70 people now, everyone was attacking me at once, but I was faster and stronger. "Percy! This isn't you!" People I knew cried out as I dragged the knife down their bodies followed with a stab. Eventually, I was the only one left, and I was flashed back, out of the burning building. No! I was meant to die in there like everyone else!

When I recovered, I saw that I was in my cabin, nothing was touched, it was like this never happened. I walked out of my cabin, I saw people I killed, and I froze, no, it wasn't all a dream, I have all the scars I made. But they all looked untouched, I leaned against my shut door, looking around. No, this can't be real, I know what happened was real! I chuckled nervously, rolling up my sleeves, no, no, no! They aren't there! What happened to my scars?! "What, what's going on?" I asked aloud, tears building in my eyes, I checked my pockets, my precious knives, my pretty little souvenirs! Where are they.

"Perseus, what's wrong?" Chiron asked, like nothing was wrong. He placed a hand on my shoulder, which I slapped off.

"Get off! How am I here? I'm not meant to be here! How is everyone else?" I stumbled, tears rolling down my face as I gripped the ground in front of my door. People were looking at me, until I met eyes with Nico, who quickly looked away, he was the only one who acts like something happened. "They, they, they," I stuttered before shaking my head. "I killed them, I murdered them." I sobbed, rocking myself back and fourth.

"Perseus, I don't know what you're talking about but I think you need to rest." Chiron said, he's doing what he did at the museum when I was 12.

"You're lying, what's going on!" I screamed, crawling away from Chiron. My eyes shot around rapidly, people were staring at me, stuck in place. "I should be in the mansion, getting burned alive right now! Instead I'm flashed her," I shouted angrily, standing up and backing away, drawing riptide out. My trusty sword, I missed its grip in my hand. I threw it at the ground, at Chiron's feet.

"My boy," Chiron trailed off, picking up riptide and putting it back into pen form.

"Kill me, please, I beg of you, I can't do this, I'm going to hurt someone, I'm a danger to this camp, please." I cried, falling to my knees and sobbing into my hands. "I'm so messed up now, that mansion, the people I killed who are apparently fine now, I can't, I can't, please!" I sobbed. I heard multiple footsteps rushing towards me, I looked up, Annabeth. I wiped my face quickly, maybe she wants me back, maybe I can become myself again.

"Percy, what's wrong with you?" She asked me incredulously, she didn't want me back, she was mad at me. My vision clouded again and I stood up, making eye contact with her, smiling. "Seaweed brain, you're scaring me." She said nervously, backing up, she knows, she seen it all. Every murder.

"Good," I growled. "This is all your fault!" I seethed, grabbing her throat and pushing her to the ground, strangling her. "You left me when I was at my worst!" I screamed, until I froze, I looked down, blood. Drip, drip, drip. My blood, I coughed blood hitting Annabeths face.

"Percy," she whispered as I fell to the ground.

"I always thought you were beautiful, but with my blood on your face, I haven't felt this calm since ever, all the hits, kicks, whips and cuts as a kid, all the monsters through my teen years, now, I've never loved you more." I smiled, coughing again. I looked at Nico, it was his sword. "Thank you, Nico." I continued to cough, my eyes were heavy. "Don't try to bring me back, please, this is what I deserve."