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Love, Me😘😘
December 15th
Third person POV
People can be quite a strange being. They maybe remarkably smart, and have certainly learned a lot of things over the centuries. But one thing homo-sapiens have not yet learnt to conquer is love. Love is an utter mystery to both man and woman. It can only be learnt by those who give themselves to love. Love will give and take. But what makes it so dangerous is that love either makes you. Or breaks you.
(Y/n)'s POV
"My name is–" he was about to say when we heard a loud crash from the distance. "Fuck!" He said and ran off towards the sound.
"Well," Ash said, looking towards me. "Isn't he quite something?" I stare at Ash blankly, not wanting to talk to him but I couldn't stop myself looking into his eyes. A steely blue they were. There was a certain cockiness in them, confidence too. But it had a hint of doubt and hesitance. "Oh come on sugar cube, why am I getting the silent treatment?" He was now kneeling in front of me. "Why are you freezing me out when you know I'm the one that's been feeding you and have put off the big guys plans." I probably had a look of disbelief on my face because Ash's face softened. "You didn't know that did you?" He held the lantern up to my face, cupping my face with the other hand.
"Ash..." I whisper. "Stop it. I can't."
"Can't what?" He says, his thumb brushing against my lips.
"Can't... whatever this is! I-I like someone else." I look directly in his eyes to see hem ablaze.
"Leo Valdez." He says, growling. He mutters something but I catch a few words. Valdez and die. Now those two things apart are okay. When you put them together, I will kill the person who has made the unfortunate choice of saying those.
"Get away from me." I say in a low voice.
"What?" He says looking back up at me.
"I said get away from me! You think you can threaten someone that is so close to my heart and get away with it? You think I would ever love some like you? Let alone like you? There's something wrong with–" but I never get to finish my sentence because Ash's lips come crashing down on mine. I could feel the rage rolling off him, his kiss defining the rage and anger inside him. I couldn't push him away because my hands were tied so I did the next best thing. I head butted him. And god let me tell you, it hurt like hell. I think I hit him too hard as my forehead would definitely have a bruise on it after.
"Argh! What the hell?" He says, stumbling back, his hand on his temple. "Did you just... head butt me?"
"No shit Sherlock!" I spat at him. "Why the hell did you just kiss me?" He looked as if he was giving that question some thought but wasn't quick enough because that's when the big guy walked in. Lucky me(!) note the sarcasm.
"Kiss? Who kissed who?" He seemed pissed. And he had platters of blood on his t-shirt. Both Ash and I stared at him silently. "Well? Is this some sort of cliché romance novel where you get a severe case of Stockholm syndrome? Because I'm really not in the mood for this shit!" He seemed to be concentrating that death stare at me.
"Hey pal listen, I don't give two shits about Ash! And you can stop acting like I'm some lovesick girl looking for love. And I am most certainly not suffering from Stockholm syndrome." I was glaring at Ash who seemed to be shooting daggers at the big guy. "Oh and you didn't tell me your name by the way." I say, looking straight faced at the big guy. He sighs and wipes off the blood from his hands onto his ripped jeans. No not the stylish designer ripped jeans you get, I mean ripped jeans. As in ripped from a sword or dagger.
"My name sweetheart," emphasising on sweetheart. "Will be told after I get this, how do I put this, task shortly done."
Leo's POV
I was pacing around cabin ten, pulling my hair and yelling at one of the poor Aphrodite kids that had gotten in the way of my project that I had been working on to distract myself. "Do you know how I feel right now, James?" I say his name almost mockingly. My hands had caught on fire, I don't know when but it seems like they had and I was in no mood to calm myself. I had to get this anger out of my system for me to think straight. "No you don't. (Y/n) is still out there and I'm trying to take my mind off this situation. And you ruined the only means of distraction I had. So James, what do you think I should do now?" I yell at James.
"Get a therapist..." he mutters under his breath, but I hear it. Unfortunately it only makes me more mad.
"Get a THERAPIST?! Is that your solution. I will not pour myself out to a stranger. I just lost the girl I lo–" but I stop myself. James seems just as shocked as I am. Lo–. I can't even bring myself to say that word. Do I L-word (Y/n)? But she doesn't even like me! I'm too busy at in thought to realise I'm on my knees now.
"Hey! LEO!" James in front of me. He's kneeling in front of me, a worried expression on his face. "Do you lo–" but I cover his mouth with my hand. I can't hear someone else say that. Nor can I say that myself. If I hear it, it may be true. And I can't live with myself, knowing that I had the girl of my dreams and gave her up for something so unattainable.
(Y/n)'s POV
"What do you mean, get the task done?" I look at him, my heart pounding.
"Well, last time we had a conversation with The Seven. This time, I had someone different in my mind." His smile is a twisted sort, the kind that makes you squirm.
"I have no one else close to me." I lie, knowing if I mention more names, there may be more victims.
"Liar!" He exclaims. I glance over at Ash whose eyes were glued to me. "There's your mother..."
"Who? Oh that's right, I don't give a shit about, yeah she may have given birth to me but she treats me like I'm a chewed piece of gum stuck to her shoe." I snap at him, as much as I despised my mom, I couldn't let her get hurt because of me. I still cared for her, whether I show it or not.
"Again with the lies. If we're going to get along (Y/n), we have to stop LYING!" He practically yelled lying in my face.
"So what are you going to do then?" I say, squirming in my chair.
"I tie her feet and hands Ash." He says, now ignoring me. Ash, not taking his eyes off me, obeys. As soon as my hands are untied I try to go and punch Ash's face but he's quicker.
"Think twice before getting on my bad side darling." He says, loud enough for him to hear. Then quietly drops in, "and if try to do a runner, you'll fall straight through into a pot of darkness as you can see the floor beneath you is just black Mist."
"But how can you..."
"Because it's under the big guys will that anyone walks across this-" he gestures around him "mist thing." He leans in, but I successfully push him away, my face sporting a look of disgust.
"Don't come near me you pervert." I spit at him, making the big guy snicker.
"Having trouble with the ladies Ash?" He says, his voice laced with amusement.
"Nope, she's just playing hard to get." He glances down at me with a smirk. Wasn't the big guy just against Ash's advances. He pulls over Ash to the side and whispers something in his ear, making him glance at me. What are they up to?
Leo's POV
I quickly compose myself, leaving cabin ten as soon as I could. Suddenly a mist appears in front of me, making me half. Someone's trying to Iris message me. I rummage through my pockets, fishing out a bent drachma. "Oh Iris, please except my offer." I mumble quickly, throwing in the drachma. A pale skinny guy, alongside the guy I saw before in the Iris message with (Y/n). And of course, the girl that captured my heart and refused to give it back. (Y/n).
"Leo," she whispered. I felt my eyes sting and my throat close up.
"Well well, the one and only Leo Valdez." I hear the pale skinny guy say. He looks a bit like Octavian, but his hair is jet black. The eyes are the same though. Dead. "The same Leo Valdez that built the Argo II, the one that fell in love with a goddess but couldn't keep her heart. The same boy that fell for his best friends sister." He smirked at the end, his arm folded. I see the guy behind him tense up.
"What do you want?" I spat out, Emmy voice filled with rage.
"What I want? I'm just having fun here, making fear settle in your pretty little hearts is my talent I guess. My job more so." He looked as if he made a clever joke, like an inside joke that only he understood.
"What does that have to do with me? Or (Y/n) as a matter of fact?"
"(Y/n)? Ah yes, the girl. She means nothing to me, I could behead her and send her head in a gift basket to you if you'd like." He looks back at (Y/n) and her eyes are filled with horror. "Listen here, son of Hephaestus. To get back your precious angel, you and your crew, The Seven, have to do some... how do I put this correctly...tasks. For me. Once I know that they are complete, you can have her, for I have no use of her." I look at him suspiciously.
"What's the catch?"
"Catch? Well, if the tasks aren't done properly, let's say you cheated or lied, I will have her head." That's when (Y/n) spoke up.
"My head?" She says, her voice laced with fear and anger. "May the gods hear my plea to send you to Tartarus!" Then she looks at me. "Don't listen to him Leo, he is evil. Don't listen to him and come. If I die, then I die but I can't have you of all people risk their life for me!"
(Y/n)'s POV
"Please just listen to me Leo," I beg him, my hands clenched into fists. I notice him fish out his phone (demigod friendly of course) and snap a picture of us, right before saying,
"I'll come for you (Y/n), even if that means I will die." Then with a swift motion he runs his hand through the Mist, leaving me staring after the boy I've pined over for a long time.
"No," I whisper to myself, I feel my broken soul breaking further. Like a small crack deepening, reaching levels of brokenness that I thought I'd never reach again. No, I can't lose him too. Even if he can never be mine, it was better to have him around and know his heart didn't belong to me than not have him around at all.
Percy's POV
I was in the arena, taking my anger and frustration that I'd been gathering over this past week when Leo comes running. He looks certainly out of breath, he needs to train with me more often. Wait, I'm getting off the point. "Hey man you okay?" I say, as he holds up his hand, gesturing for me to giving him a minute.
"I know *pant* who took *pant* (Y/n)." He says through deep breaths. That certainly caught my attention.
"What who?" I say, my eyes widening, my brain going through the potential danger I could put my friends through if we decide to go after the maniac that took my sister.
"This guy," Leo says, straightening. He takes his phone out and shows me a familiar photo. I photo of someone I'd battled before. Years ago. It all made sense now. Aphrodite and Ares. The 5 and 10. But not the note about how the show must go on. But I'll get to that later. At least I knew where, or should I say whom, to start. The man, or should I say god, that took my sister was Phobos.