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Percy’s wrists were bleeding. The rope burning into his skin; it felt like fire. He smirked at his captor.
“Is this the best you got?”
His words slurred, a product of a swollen jaw and a broken nose.
“You really have a death wish son of Poseidon?” The stranger spat.
“The universe has been trying to kill me since the day I was born. You do not scare me.” He scoffed, wincing at the motion.
“You are tied up, bleeding out, and there is no-one coming to rescue you,” Silver eyes glittered with arrogance, “And you are not even a little scared?”
Percy rolled his eyes, “Do you think you’re special? Because so far you haven’t given me any reason to be scared.”
“Conceited child!” The stranger roared, slapping him. The crack echoed around the room.
“Are you done?” He deigned to laugh.
“Give me the key Percy Jackson,”
“I mean I don’t really know why you think my answer would have changed since the last time you asked me. I. Don’t. Have. It.”
“You were the last one with it, you insolent fool. Don’t you dare lie to me.”
“What are you gonna do?” He smirked, “Kill me?”
The stranger cocked their gun, put the cool metal to Percy’s forehead.
“Yes.”
“Okay,” He shrugged.
They clicked back the safety, pressing the weapon further into his skin, “Are you sure you don’t know where the key is?”
“You know, I recall something about it.” His lips twitched, holding back a smile.
The stranger pushed into his space, their noses brushing, “Where. Is. It?”
“Mhm no i was talking about my mom’s apartment key. She lost it the other day and I think I remember where she put it.”
The last thing Percy saw was a flash of silver before something slammed into the back of his skull.
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He blinked, squinting at the harsh light over him.
“Ah you’re awake,”
“You still haven’t killed me?” He frowned, “Wow they really don’t make villains like they used to.”
“You think you’re so funny half-blood,” The stranger smiled, “But let’s see who will be laughing now.”
Before he had time to ask what was happening the door slammed open and a body was being thrown into the room.
He squinted trying to make out the figure in the darkness.
The person groaned, and then cursed as the silver-eyed stranger grabbed their hair and yanked them into the light.
Percy’s body went still. The world narrowed, blurred, morphed.
His voice was made from malice and violence, “What the fuck is he doing here?”
“You do not want to tell me where the key is, so I thought i’d provide a little motivation.”
“Let him go.”
“No I don’t think I will half-blood.” And the stranger yanked harder at that beautiful blonde hair.
“Fucker,” Percy spat, “Leave him out of this.”
“Jason,” He rasped, pulling at the ropes around his wrists. He needed to get to him, needed to touch him, hold him, make sure he was—
“Are you going to tell me where the key is Son of Poseidon?”
“Don’t do it Percy,” Jason Grace finally broke.
“Nobody asked for you opinion,” The stranger wrapped a hand around the blonde’s throat.
Percy let loose a broken scream.
“If I had known this would work I would have brought him in much sooner,” The stranger grinned.
“Stop this Corrin, let him go. He doesn’t have the key.” Jason gasped, clawing at the hand still strangling him.
“No, don’t you dare Grace,” Percy’s blood went cold.
“I’m sorry,” Blue eyes blurred with tears, “I’m so sorry Pers,”
“I swear to the gods,” His voice caught with fear, “Let him go!”
“Did Jason ever tell you how we met?” That smile was made of broken lies, and destruction.
“Let him go please,” Percy’s voice cracked, eyes still locked with that lightning gaze.
“We dated for a year,” Corrin smirked, “I helped Krios rise, and I asked Jason to follow me. We could have had the world.” He turned to face the blonde again, stroking a hand down his cheek, “We could have been unstoppable, my hero.”
“I didn’t want the world,” Jason hissed, “I was happy with you and the legion.”
“Liar, you were made for so much more. You know it and I know it.” Silver eyes sparkled and it would have been beautiful if it did not mean death. “It’s a pity really that I have to kill you.”
A flash of bronze pressed against Jason’s neck, blood already dripping slowly down that beautiful golden skin.
Percy smiled, slow and wicked. The earth shattered.
There was a bloodcurling scream, a flash of gold and then Percy Jackson was standing in front of a stranger with eyes of silver, impaled to the wall with pieces of concrete.
“I would have let you kill me, I would have let you torture me till I was begging for death. I would have signed on to be your slave if that’s what you asked. But you decided to bring someone I love into this. And there are no lines, Corrin,” He grinned, the name rolling off his tongue, “There are no lines I wouldn’t cross to keep the people I love safe.”
The stranger gurgled, blood leaking from his arms, his legs, his throat.
Percy stepped to him, put full lips to his ear, “The key,” He whispered, “Is underneath the mountain I blew up when I was fifteen.”
“Why are you telling me?” Corrin managed to gasp.
His smile was beautiful in its savagery, “Because you will not live to find it.”
And with a single flick of his wrist Percy sliced those pieces of concrete through his pale throat.
Those silver eyes widened, hate flashing in them. Corrin did not move again.
“Percy,” Jason groaned from the corner where he had been flung in the chaos.
“Are you okay?” He tried to hold in a sob as he pulled the blonde to him.
“I’m fine, are you okay? Oh gods you look horrible.”
He laughed, “I’ve seen better days. I thought he was going to kill you,” Long, dark eyelashes fluttered as he surveyed the boy before him.
“I thought he was going to kill you,” Jason mumbled, pulling them together.
“He would have, i—” Percy breathed, “I would have let him. But you oh gods, he made you bleed and I saw red.”
“I would have slaughtered him, burned the world if he killed you.” Jason’s voice scorched with fury.
“We are together now, my love.” He whispered.
“Let’s go home.”
They each grabbed the chain that dangled elegantly around their necks, and watched as the metal molded, the glow giving away to reveal a key.
Percy Jackson and Jason Grace intertwined their fingers, stepped past the artwork of death mounted to the wall by jagged concrete pins, and walked into Olympus.