Percy Jackson/1D And The Oath

The Black Death's Godly Half....

Blood thirsty eyes.

Dripping, drooling mouths, ready to bite deep into his flesh that felt like it was moving with maggots that were eating him alive. 

Sharp teeth, dripping with blood

Snarls as they got closer and closer.... 

His mother lying on the ground, completly mauled, some of her skin ripped of her own bodys with her intestines trailing along the floor, her expression was aberlolute terror. 

The snarls got closer and closer then screams that echoed in his memories but had gotten even more prominent after the quest of his dying parents, scrached into his mind, so deep he could and never would get rid of it. 

In Zeus Cabin in the middle of the night, Louis woke up holding back a scream that threatoned to rip from his mouth, his breathing coming out in desperate breaths for air. Sweat poured down him and his hands trembled.

Pull yourself together Louis!

He'd always gotten little sleep since the quest for a whole year...

Ever since the quest he hadn't really intracted with that many people and an anxious feeling was left in his stomach that wouldn't go away.

He tried to avoid thinking about what had happened as much as possible, he wished that he would just forget what had happened like he did when he was little in face of his parents death. 

For a second, the memory of the his time in the maze with the illusions flashed before his eyes and it felt like he was back in the maze, with terrible voice that mocked him as he no choice but watch his parents and his freinds die, in different grusemone, ways, over and over again.

Louis knew why this was happening though but despite the warning from Chaos last year he hadn't told anyone, including his best freinds.

He had PTSD.

With an stiffled sob, Louis tried desporatly to just curl up and enjore it.

He kept on telling himself it'll eveantaully would pass but he knew he was lying to himself.

Louis tried to get to sleep for a futher 10 minutes then decided to do, even though it was past curfew to go out and on a midnight walk, like he useaully did when he couldn't sleep which was almost everynight. 

Louis walked out of his Cabin, ruffling his hair and then stuffing his hands in his pockets as he randomly choose a direction to walk in intill he'd feel tired enough to go to bed. 

Louis realised he was walking towards the medical bay, he shrugged his shoulders and decided what the hell? They're probably won't be anyone there. 

Louis walked in then he stopped short to see a pale figure of one of the beds. And he reconised her. 

"Rene?"

She looked up at him then scowled when she saw him and was probably about to tell him to go away when her body was wracked with coughts. 

"What happened to you?" Louis wondered, knowing not many illnesses affected demigods. 

She huffed "I'm fine, just a little sick...Thats all, the Ambrosia didn't do anything so Joette suggested I go and stay in the medical bay"

Louis sniggered "By suggested you mean she charm spoke you do go here, didn't she?"

Rene glared at him.

Louis smirked back, suddenly feeling a lot better. He hoped he didn't look that sweaty or tired...

"What are you doing here any way?" Rene demanded. 

He felt himself flush in the darkness, his nightmares flashing through his eyes and he involitary shivered. 

"None of your bussiness!" Louis said angrily, it came out harsher than it meant to. 

Rene sneered "Oh? It seems I (cough) have touched a nerve"

It was Louis's turn to glare as he huffed "Fine, you obviouly don't want me to be here" 

So Louis left her...Alone in the medical bay. 

He didn't know that Renes small sickness could be the start of something much more deady and if it ever got out of the camp it would caurse more deaths than the Black Death plague mortals suffered from in the 17th centary....