The Hitman's Hoax (A Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

5:00 AM

Happy Fourth of July!

What more do we need on a holiday like today than the death of our beloved characters?

So I have bad news and good news.

The bad news:
I'm discontinuing Reyna's Revenge (and no I am not sorry).

The good news:
The chapter after this will be the one you where find out the killer.

Also this has been entered in the Wattys! (Eh I got nothing to lose)

-Jaz

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5:00 AM

"Let's say that we do track this person and attack this person," Luke started standing up beside Thalia. "How?"

"I say we don't," Frank interjects. "Things are bad enough as it is."

Hazel nodded. "Agreed. We should wait it out."

"No," Piper disagreed. "We should focus on getting out of here."

"How?" Thalia asked. "We've tried every door, we even tried breaking glass."

"We haven't tried breaking the glass on an upper floor," Rachel said. "If we find a rope or something like that we can lower ourselves down."

"We've checked everywhere and even if we get outside there's a blizzard so nowhere to go," Will started. "but, I don't wanna go looking for my death either. So I say we keep moving and do our best not to make ourselves bigger targets."

"So currently the ideas are: keep moving, stay put, try to get out or go on a suicide mission," Luke said.

"So we're each on a different page..." Hazel summarized.

"No more splitting up," Piper said forcefully. "That's only made things worse from the start. We all do something or none of us do. One person here is in on this after all."

No one responded at first all were busy eyeing each other warily.

"I have another idea actually," Nico put in. "First we find things to defend ourselves and then we stay put in a safer spot."

"Not a bad idea..." Thalia mused. "We could head to the kitchen and see if we can find knives or something."

"We can set traps around us!" Rachel put in. "The art room is full of stuff we could use to make them."

"That would work," Piper nodded. "But where should we go?"

"A room that has access to the fire escape," Frank suggested. "We can work on breaking the window and if it comes down to it we can take that way down."

"The Spanish room and the third floor would work," Luke said. "It's closer to the front of the school and it has a fire escape."

"Spanish room it is then," Will shrugged. "Let's go get that stuff."

First the group headed down to cafeteria. They walked hurriedly yet trying to be as quiet as possible worried about who might hear them. In the cafeteria they gathered the rest of the stuff they had bought before heading into the kitchen. Drawers and cabinets were emptied as the students found makeshift weapons. Knives, forks, and couple frying pans.

The next stop was the art room where cans of pain and spools of string where taken. Finally they headed for the Spanish room.

"I still don't want to believe it," Hazel whispered primarily to herself. "That someone here could do something so horrific..." Frank squeezed her hand comfortingly.

"Anyone could," Nico said quietly. "There is darkness in every heart and yet the darkness in every heart is different. Manifesting itself as sadness, pain, violence, anger, misery or a combo of these. Not knowing what is inside each person all anyone can ever do to help their own personal safety is to hope that the darkness in others doesn't show too much."

"Damn. Who said that?" Will asked him.

Nico raised an eyebrow confused. "Said what?"

"That quote."

"Uh- me and my mind?"

"Oh... Wow... Really?"

"That was pretty deep," Piper put in.

"Thanks?" Nico asked uncertainly.

"That didn't make me feel any better..." Hazel mumbled.

Nico blushed slightly in the dark. "Sorry."

When they neared the Spanish room Rachel took the top of a can of paint and spread it on the floor behind them. Meanwhile Luke and Thalia got string and pulled it tightly on either side of the hall before tying it around ankle height. A few more similar traps were set up as well. One caused a locker to open and paint cans to fall out when a string was pulled.

When they were done the couldn't help but smile at their handiwork.

"This might be the wrong moment to mention this but I need to use a bathroom," someone commented.

There was a groan. "You couldn't have gone before we set up the traps?"

"Hey be nice!" Someone else put in. "And... I have to go too..."

There was a sigh. "The teacher's bathroom is around a corner. Will you two be fine?"

"I got my weapon," one said raising their frying pan.

"Same," said the other holding their knife.

"I guess the rest of us can work on the window then."

"We'll be fine. We set the traps we know where they are."

The others had no choice but to let the two go off on their own. One hurried the the bathroom while the other stood outside keeping watch while holding their frying pan at the ready. When they heard the toilet flush silently they pulled a knife out their back pocket. They stared at the knife for a moment planning this moment perfectly. This had to go right. The Titans were watching.

When the door to the bathroom opened the killer quickly brought the knife down stabbing it into the other persons throat.

With a gargling sound their hand flew to their neck as they fell to the ground. They couldn't tell or scream only watch as the killer took the knife and ran it across their own torso biting their lip to keep from shouting. The killer than slid down the wall. They dropped the knife next to their leg and with one hand grabbed the frying pan. The killer closed their eyes trying to slow their breathing. The killer couldn't help but glance at the victim.

The killer could almost see the slow rising and falling if victim's chest despite the fact that they were no longer breathing.

The victim's eyes were open wide despite the face they weren't seeing anything.

Blood kept pouring down through the victim's fingers creating a read puddle around their head despite the fact that their heart was no longer beating.

And despite all this the killer smiled before letting it slip off their face and closing their eyes once more.