Pretty Boys - PJO/HoO One Shots

Will 6.0 // pt.3

Magic flared within you, and you looked up, more determined than you've ever been before.

"I want to purge."

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Running. Pinpointing his location. Smirking. Running.

Mortals were silly. Nobody could hide from magic. Especially when they had Will. Will's aura was special, amidst the bleakness of the mortal world, the lack of magic, his presence was gold melting into the air. The smell of crisp summer air and the hum of a whispered lullaby. So sublime, yet entirely perfect. And after all this description you would think Will would describe yours as well. Nope. "I guess it's... pretty nice."

"Έξω από το δρόμο μου." Anybody who crossed your path, regardless of whether they weld a machine gun or a crying child, was instantly flung away. Sometimes they crashed against the walls and scrambled away. Sometimes they laid still. Your rage and desperation, you could feel it running it through your veins, igniting your body on fire, setting everything into motion. The magic was alive. You could do things you've never done before, see in different perspectives, feel emotions, control almost everything and touch into people's minds. You only begun to notice that Leo and Percy were feeling terrified when Percy touched your shoulder.

"(Y/n), stop. Please stop." You slowed down and stopped before them. Turning to face them, you felt the footsteps of somebody approaching you. Without looking, you flung them down the other end of the street. There was a yell, a crash, and then silence. Leo winced. Flinging the hair out of your eyes irritatedly, you crossed your arms, huffing, "What's wrong? We really need to go help Will." Percy grabbed your shoulders. "Look at yourself."

You glanced at your hands and gasped. Your veins were turning dark, seeping into your skin and bleeding beneath your shirt towards your heart. You turned to the glass door of a shop and the whites of your eyes had turned absolutely pitch black, the colour of your eyes an arresting crimson. Magic wasn't evil or good, magic was a tool, it only appeared evil if the wielder was. Everything became cold, you felt so alone and out of control. The floor went out from under you and you collapsed into a shaking mess. Will... How could you save him if you couldn't say yourself?

"Hey, it's okay. Calm down." Percy caught you before you could hit the ground and Leo wiped away your hair from your sweaty face. Everything felt so vast, nothing was going to work. "Will's missing, probably being beaten and tortured to death, and you want me to be calm?" You thundered and the street shook. Barely dodging a falling flowerpot, Leo clutched your hand and insisted, "It's okay, we're here. Clear your mind. You're strong." You took in a shaky breath, forcing an exhale. Percy. Leo.

Will.

You looked back down and your veins were clear now. Percy smiled, "That's our girl." Helping you up for the fifth time within three hours, the three of you trudged on towards Will. There was a plan in motion.

Entering the warehouse, you raised your hands in surrender, almost bemused at the grand display the mortals had put on. Almost. Among the soldiers decked in full gear and the crazy old man, Will was strapped to a metal table, his head lolled to one side. You narrowed your eyes and forced your fingers to uncurl. Daring to use a bit of magic, you tried to heal his surface wounds and bring him painlessly back to consciousness. He stirred and you heaved a sigh of relief.

"Well, well, well. The star of the show has arrived!" The man dressed in a not-too-shabby tuxedo announced. "I don't think I've properly introduced myself, I'm Sir Francis, but you can call me Cawdor. After all since you're here, you're intending to offer a trade for this... powerless boy. We should get close." You spat on the floor in response. He regarded you disdainfully. You opened your mouth to speak, to offer yourself, but Cawdor interrupted, "Let me guess. Your bargain is to trade yourself, a powerful magical entity, for this boy who sings and releases arrows awfully well. Stupid, but we'll take it. But-" In a quick flash, he drew a blade and held it to Will's throat. You lunged forward instinctively but the guns were loaded in half a second, aimed at you and at Will. Cawdor grinned, pulling away his knife, "If you play any of your magic tricks on us, we will kill him and make you drink his blood."