Percy Jackson: Battle Royale

Lord forgive me for this. I guess this is my official action book, so let's hope this doesn't turn out garbage. I originally donated this idea to @Page9900 but she keeps ignoring all my ideas so I'm gonna write it instead. Pertemis btw.

Percy Jackson: Battle Royale

The toxic fumes emitting from the corpses disturbed Percy, he couldn't even spare a glance at them. Not that he wanted to.

The streets were a nightmare; corpses lay still on the ground, leaning on each other or staring up at the sky. He could faintly hear the sound of gunfire and yelling in the distance, and quick thinking and common sense helped him turn to a different direction.

What the Hades happened here? I was only gone for a few hours. Percy thought to himself. He had been in a council meeting, as God of Time, Heroes, blah blah blah, and decided that since nothing being talked about was of importance, that he would shoot away to buy snacks. Of course, it took much longer than the minute he was expecting. He ended up picking up some more things, and by the 4 hours mark, he was eating weird candy under a bridge some homeless guy gave him. Perhaps that's for the best. He said, looking down at the lifeless body of a Naiad.

He didn't even know how these types of weapons hurt mythological beings, mortal firearms weren't even supposed to be able to touch them. Yet here he stood, in a field of innocent bodies, the plague of war only a few hundred metres away.

He had nothing, he felt naked. No armor, Riptide wouldn't be useful in this situation, he didn't have a firearm. He tried looking on the ground for some, but found that it was practically picked clean.

Cough, cough, He heard a raspy voice not too far from him. He spun around, expecting his life to be over in a flash, but alas, it wasn't.

A satyr lay there, his clothes stained red. As he got closer, Percy saw it was the one satyr he wished it wasn't. "Grover!" He exclaimed, dashing over to his friend. The satyr coughed and turned his head, seeing his friend.

"Percy! Oh, man. You gotta get outta here!" He frantically told him, but Percy knelt down beside his friend. "Grover, what happened, tell me what happened!" He pressed, but the satyr looked off in the distance, towards the yelling. "The Fates... They came and..." He trailed off.

Percy's eyes widened. The Fates showing up unannounced never turned out good. "They... there was a p-prize... Everyone just... It was horrible." He said, his voice weak.

Percy was confused. "Grover, what prize? Tell me what's going on! Where is everybody?" He inquired, but the satyr was fading out of consciousness. "The prize... Everyone went berserk. Ares and the other w-war gods, their kids! They... they killed everyone. It was a massacre... Juniper..." He said.

Percy's eyes widened as he heard the name. No... not Juniper. She couldn't be, she and Grover were expecting. "She can't be gone." Percy declared, but Grover shook his head. "I saw... one of the Mars campers got her. They want that prize, Percy!" He said, nearly crying.

Percy calmed down and placed a hand on his old friend's shoulder. "What was the prize, Grover." He asked, and Grover was barely breathing. "Percy... I want you to pick up that gun." He said, nodding to a revolver still in the hands of a body, one he recognized as a Hermes camper.

Percy did so, and checked the ammo. All six bullets were still in. It hadn't yet been fired. "Promise me... when I tell you the prize. I want you to shoot me. I wanna see Juniper and my baby again..." He said, and Percy was nearly crying.

"Grover, I-" He tried, but the satyr cut him off. "Please, Percy. I'm dead anyway, just finish me off. Please." He begged, and Percy swallowed the lump in his throat. He thought for a moment, but knew it was the right thing to do. "Okay." He said, standing up.

Grover swallowed, his mouth was barren. "The prize... The Fates came during the meeting, not long after you left. It was a prime opportunity, what with it being a Winter Solstice. Everyone was there, even the campers. They came and they declared a... an event. A tournament. They'd had Hephaestus craft hundreds of guns, the bullets infused with Celestial Bronze dust and... I don't remember the rest, but it was dangerous. They can even kill gods." He said.

Percy found himself increasingly worried. Where were his friends? His girlfriend? The hunters? He'd never had to worry about losing his girl before, since she would reform, but now...

"No one wanted to do it, so they announced a prize. 24 hours... Last person standing... can be king. Full control over Olympus and everyone in it, or at least what's left of it. The gods and demigods' powers were taken away." He told him.

"Everyone went berserk. Zeus, paranoid for his throne, was one of the first to take up arms, as well as Ares. The two of them were slaughtering everyone, but then Hera shot Zeus in the back, and Ares fled with his sister Enyo and their children. They all had different motives. Some wanted revenge on the Olympians, some lusted after the virgin goddesses, some just sought to finally get back at enemies. Some... some just wanted to watch Olympus burn, like Ares." He told him, and Percy started looking around, sweating nervously.

Artemis would be in grave danger. She likely wouldn't be killed, but they could knock her out, save her for when they won. She still was a virgin goddess, technically. She and Percy had had sex before, but to be able to keep the Hunt she had Hestia reestablish her virginity every morning after it was broken. Hestia was reluctant, sure, but she knew their love was true, and how could she just let the poor girls in the hunt be kicked out of their only home?

"Grover, where is everyone? Artemis? The hunters? The seven?" He asked desperately, but his friend could barely speak. "I don't know. Only a few gods went down immediately. Hephaestus was taken out by Aphrodite, Demeter was killed in a scramble for a gun with Dionysus, other than that I don't know. I saw Hades weep as he held a dying Persephone in his arms. The god of the Underworld... weeping..." He trailed off, and began crying. "Please, Percy. Do it..."

Percy sighed and stood up. He checked his bullets again. Six. One shot wouldn't be too much of a waste. He tried to hold back the tears as he pointed the gun at Grover's head and counted down. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

"Goodbye, old friend." He said, and began to squeeze the trigger. Splat. A red liquid appeared on the right side of Grover's head, but Percy quickly realized he had not yet pulled the trigger. His head snapped to the side, only to find a Party Pony pointing a rifle at him.