Whumptober Day 3: Set Up For Failure
Whumptober Day 3: Set up for Failure
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Warnings: Multiple character deaths, violence, and strong language.
Summary: What if after The Battle of Manhatten, the Gods decided that the half-bloods were too dangerous to be left alive? Even after winning the war, they could fail to keep their lives.
No one tells what you are supposed to do after you win a war, especially when you have been preparing for it your whole teenage life. Percy stared at the water. The battle had been over for two days now. Everything was settling down.
It was noon by the time anyone realized something was wrong. Dionysus was pacing on the deck of the big house. It wasn't uncommon to see him distressed since Caster died. The god had taken it harder than expected. He seemed to be arguing with someone that was just out of sight.
Annabeth walked down to the beach to meet Percy. They sat together and watched the waves get higher and higher. "Is that normal?"
"Not really." Percy said uneasy. "Maybe Dad's upset about something?" Lightning flashed in the sky. "That's familiar."
Looking at each other, Annabeth and Percy felt the need to go back into camp. They stood and ran back as the waves started to rise higher.
Inside camp, things were a mess. Not that they hadn't been anyway. There were people grieving and weapons that needed to be put away. Funerals were still being planned for some and for others, send offs with no body.
The sky darkened. Travis walked by Annabeth and Percy. "Did Mr. D give up on the weather or something?"
"Something's wrong." Annabeth said matter of factly. The two stopped walking as the grass around the Demeter cabin started to rapidly grow.
"You can't do this!" Dionysus yelled. His voice was loud but still far away. "It's not fair to the kids! They fought our war, leave them alone! You can't just break your own rules!" Anger seemed to motivate the tone of his voice as well as heartbreak.
Looking at the big house, Travis, Annabeth, and Percy froze. "What the hell?" Travis whispered.
Grape vines grew on the deck of the big house. Chiron left from the front door and started to make his way to the Demeter cabin. At the same time, the door was being overgrown with plants. Connor had been nearby and ran to the cabin. "What's happening?"
"I don't know! I can't stop them!" Katie yelled back. "Get to the window!"
The two cabin leads went to a back window where they started to evacuate the building. Chiron said something to them when he got to them. Tears fell down Katie's face and Connor looked betrayed. "Come on!" He yelled to Katie as she got the last kid out of her cabin.
"We need to help them!" Percy started to run to the cabin. As the three half-bloods ran, the cabin started to crack.
"Take my hand!" And Katie tried. Vines grew around her ankles and legs. She screamed as they overtook her body. As the cabin was completely taken over by sharp vines, Conner tried one last time to reach her. His hand touched her arm before he fell back into the ground.
It took a moment for Connor to process what happened. Chiron dragged him away from the cabin as he tried to go back to Katie. The boy looked down to see a large amount of blood in the grass. Looking for the cause, Connor realized his hand was tangled in the weeds. "My hand." He said breathless.
"Connor!" Travis screamed. "Where the fuck is your hand!?"
Slowly Conner looked down and realized his right hand had been cut off by the overgrown vines. Trying to process everything that happened, he just stared blankly where he hand should have been. Quickly Chiron pulled off his jacket and tore off a sleeve. After that he handed the torn sleeve to Percy and gave the jacket to Connor. "Tie that around his arm as tightly as you can." He told Percy. "Travis, get your brother to the hospital."
"Why not the infirmary?"
"Camp is no longer safe for you. The Gods," the Centaur looked pained as he spoke. "The gods believe the demigods are too dangerous to be left alive after the war. They believe that you might try to rise against them."
The teens looked at each other. "You mean to tell me that we won their war for them and now they want to kill us!?" Percy yelled.
"Oh so they can kill us but not help us?!" Annabeth shouted. She felt betrayed. After so long of trying to defend the gods, they decided to stab the demigods in the back.
Trying to move the demigods away from the Demeter cabin, Chiron continued. "It's unfair, yes, but nothing can be done about it right now. They kept Dionysus and I away from the conversation or we would have fought for you."
The ground shifted as Percy fished tying Chiron's shirt sleeve to Connor's arm to make a tourniquet. Connor hadn't stopped watching the Demeter cabin. Quick and thick vines snapped to the top of the wooden cabin. It snapped under the pressure, sending pieces of wood flying through the air. The remains started to be pulled under the ground.
"No no." Connor whispered. "No, Katie!" Struggling to get to his feet, the boy tried to go to his friend's cabin. Percy grabbed him and pulled him into a trap hug. "Katie!" The demigod yelled, his voice breaking. "Katie!" Pulling him to the ground, Percy tried to calm him down. "We are supposed to go to college after this! Percy let me go, I need to help her!"
"She's gone buddy." Travis fell to his knees, trying to comfort his brother. "We need to get out of here. Someone has to take care of you."
"Please no." Connor sobbed. "She was the only one left. We were supposed to go to college. We were-." The boy could no longer talk. Instead he fell into his brother, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Annabeth, go grab some wood. We need to make the tourniquet tighter." Chiron helped Connor off the ground as the girl found a piece of the Demeter cabin to tighten the tourniquet with.
"Here." Travis took the wood from Annabeth and then grabbed his brother.
"Come on. I'll get you out of here." Travis took Connor into his arms. "Percy, take care of our cabin please. I'll try to get him somewhere safe and come back to help."
That was the first time the group decided to look around. The stray pieces of cabin and stuck campers. Many of them were Demeter's own children and most of them had been killed. Annabeth tried not to cry. After so long, you would think the demigods would just be used to this.
"What are we going to do?" Percy turned to Chiron. Annabeth ran over to one of the surviving Demeter kids and helped her.
"Evacuate camp."
"But then we have to fight gods and monsters!" The son of Poseidon argued.
"Not all the gods believe you should die. They will protect you. Lady Artemis has offered the assistance of her Huntresses and you have the fun support of Dionysus."
"Great." Sighing, Percy looked around. "We should split up." Chiron nodded then went to meet Annabeth.
On the deck of the big house, Dionysus looked over camp. The yelling had subsided. A crack of lightning pushed the god up against the railing. He fell to his knees as he was struck by the unkind hand of his father, Zeus.
Anger filled Percy but he knew he couldn't do anything for him. He watched as Dionysus tried to get up but was met with another strike of lightning. Then the God didn't move. The quick thought of Mr. D being killed crossed Percy's mind but gods can't be killed.
Clarisse sent her cabin member out of the cabin. One of them approached Percy and asked where any of the Apollo kids were. "I'm not sure. We need to find them."
As if the gods had heard them, the Apollo cabin caught fire. There was screaming from the cabin but it didn't last long. One after another, the Ares and Hephaestus cabins also caught fire. The fire in the Ares cabin spread the slowest while the other two cabins were engulfed in seconds.
Young Will Solace came running from the infirmary to see his cabin in flames. "No!" He screamed out in terror. Like his older brothers would have, he ran towards his cabin. Grover, who had just come from the infirmary for a nail in his hoof, caught Will before he could get too close. "Austin and Kayla are still inside! They went to get some blankets!"
Grover pulled him into his arms and away from the building. "It's okay. It will be okay."
In the Ares cabin, Clarisse tried to get her brother away from the wall as the fire spread. He had been leaning against the wall when he was implied by debris from the Demeter cabin. It had come through the wooden walls of the cabin and pinned him to the wall.
"I'll get you out of here." Clarisse started to cough as smoke filled her lungs. The fire crept closer and closer to them.
"It's okay. You should go." The teen struggled to talk.
"No. I'm not just going to leave you here to die." The cabin leader's voice shook.
"If you can't get me out safely, just pull me off the wall."
"That's crazy. It'll kill you!"
"So will the fire."
Taking a second to make her decision, Clarisse sighed. "Alright, let's do this."
Outside of the cabin, Percy helped any injured Hephaestus kids. "We need to get the infirmary evacuated!"
As Annabeth and Percy ran to the building, there was an explosion inside it. The blast knocked the two back. They could hear Will's distress. People had left their cabin by now to see what was going on. Helping each other up, the demigods looked at each other for a moment.
"Is this really happening?" Annabeth said with tears in her eyes. Had they been set up for failure by their parents.
"Maybe Luke had a point." Annabeth didn't seem very amused by Percy's comment. Looking at the fire, Percy dragged them away from the infirmary.
Grover tried to keep from crying. Will didn't need that. As soon as the boy had seen the fire that engulfed the infirmary, his knees gave. The satyr lowered him to the ground as the boy screamed.
"Nice of you to join." Percy said sarcasticly as Thaila came out of the woods.
"What the hell happened?" The huntress started to run with them.
"The gods never intended for us to survive past the war!" Percy yelled. "If we lost, we died and if we won, we died."
"I'll get the girls to help." Thaila said.
"Thank you." Annabeth started. "Percy, where are we going?"
"Chiron said Mr. D was on our side. Thaila, your dad just did a number on him. We need to see if he could help or if his still laid out in the deck."
"Alright."
"I think Percy and I handle that. Thaila, can you go help them." Desperation filled Annabeth's voice. Camp had been her home and she had trusted the gods.
"Okay." Thaila ran off as the Athena and Hermes cabins started to be overwhelmed by vines. The Poseidon cabin was stuck by lightning, setting it on fire.
"That was personal." Percy joked.
"Come on, let's go."
The fires started to spread to the ground and the woods. Clarisse and another Ares kid came out of their cabin. Blood poured to the ground. The cabin leaders got her brother to the ground. "I need a medic!" She yelled. Then she looked around. Almost every cabin was on fire. The infirmary had gone up in flames and so did her hope of saving her bother. "Damn it!"
Looking back, Percy tried to distance himself from the situation. Most people had left their cabin when the buildings started to catch fire. As the Aphrodite cabin caught fire, the last person who needed.to leave the cabin came out with blankets and some kind of medicine. It was like someone had been protecting him from the fire.
Camp half-blood was in chaos. Kids were running everywhere, just trying to survive. Percy looked back at the deck of the big house. Mr. D was nowhere to be seen. The thought that he had left them invaded his mind.
"Pollux!" A pained voice yelled out.
Percy looked to see Dionysus leaning against a tree. It looked like he had been crying. The demigod knew the god had a responsibility to his own child first and he had to respect that. "Come on, we gotta help everyone else."
"Pollux, come here!" Dionysus screamed, just hoping he would be heard. In the midst of all the chaos, he reached out for his child. The teen raised his head when he heard his name.
"Dad!" He yelled out. Then he stopped running and looked for his father. When he found him, he sprinted to him. Wrapping his arms around him, Dionysus grabbed his son. The two looked at camp as tears fell down Pollux's face. Not letting him go the god pulled his son away from the battle, letting him bury his face in his shoulder.
No one could blame them. After all, they were all tired of fighting.
"Dave." Clarisse spoke. "Just hang on."
"It's getting cold. Clarisse, you can let me die. I'm tired it's okay."
Tears attacked her eyes. "Dave."
Reaching his up to her face, he sighed. "You did everything you could." His breathing started to slow. It wasn't long before he was gone.
Standing, Clarisse joined Percy and Annabeth. "Are you okay?" Percy said, concerned.
"Fine." She spoke harshly. Annabeth stopped running and Percy and Clarisse stopped. They scanned camp. "Is everyone out?"
"Maybe. Camp just got way too quiet that fast." Percy was talking quickly.
Travis startled them when he walked up to them. "I'm back. I got two of my brothers to help Connor." Thaila joined them as well.
"The girls are ready to help if need be. Lady Artemis says she'll take anyone she can."
"Okay. We need to get out of here." Clarisse to few steps forwards. She turned to face the others. Grabbing Annabeth's hand, she pulled the two being a tree and to the ground. "Get down!" The others ducked as lightning went over their heads.
"Oh come on!" Percy yelled.
"Let me talk to him." Thaila tried. "You need to get out of here."
"I'm not doing that again." Annabeth said. "I'm not letting you sacrifice yourself again."
Sighing, Thaila pushed her sister into Percy's arms. "I'll distract him."
"No, we stand together." Clarisse grabbed her sword.
Pushing the sword down, Percy sighed. "How about we run together instead? That works too."
"Fine."
"This way." Annabeth took Percy's hand and guided them out of camp. After all, she knew the camp the best of all of them. The group grabbed Grover and Will, who had hidden in the woods near Thalia's tree.
"Where do we go?" Clarisse asked.
"My home. We can figure it out from there. I'm sure Mom won't mind that much." He looked back at camp. The boy saved the Gods for their children and this is what they get? The first real safe place Percy had, gone. Most of the people he cares about are gone. Percy sighed and started to lead the way to his home.
Part 2: soon
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Fandoms: Percy Jackson, EPIC/ The Odyssey, The Bad Batch, The Clone Wars, Spy x Family, The Dragon Prince,
Day 1: Stalked (Alt Promt)
Day 2: Plotnic Bathing
Day 3: Thunderstorm
Day 4: Amputation
Day 5: Drunk Caretaking
Day 6: Ship Wreck
Day 7: Waterboarding
Day 8: Found Family
Day 9: Hypothermia
Day 10: Begging for Mercy
Day 11: Whumpee wearing Caretakers clothes
Day 12: Lost
Day 13: Forced to Watch (alt prompt)
Day 14: Gifts
Whumptober Day 2: Regret (Alt Prompt)
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Summary: After a long day, Luke starts thinking about his decision to join Kronos while trying to get ready to take a shower.
It had been a long day. Luke walked into his room, a place he hadn't been in over for 24 hours. He slammed his sword down on his desk and sat down on his bed, putting his head in his hands. After a moment, he stood back up and walked over to the closet that was tucked into a corner. As he grabbed a towel he walked back into the middle of the room.
Kneeling down, Luke unlaced his boots. Then he took off his shoes and socks. Placing them by the door, the demigod grabbed his towel and walked to his bathroom. When he walked in, he turned the light on and then the water. The man didn't touch the cold water handle.
Leaning against the wall, the lieutenant sighed. After tugging his shirt off, he slowly pulled bandages and wraps off of his arms and hands. Luke stared at his arms. They were lined with scares. Some, he remembered where they were from and others he didn't. They weren't pretty, at least not to him.
Looking up, Luke met his own eyes in the mirror. Then his eyes looked down. Scars stained his body. They reminded him of everything that had happened to him and if everything he had done. Slowly, he looked back up at himself. Staring back in his blue eyes, Luke's eyes glanced over at the scar over his eye. It was larger than it had been years ago when he had gotten it.
Before he thought about it, Luke raised a hand to his face. Gentler then had been to himself in a long time, he traced the scar. Holding up the sky had torn the wound back open. The demigod remembered the dragon's claw and he remembered trying to get the slash to stop bleeding.
Looking back into the mirror, he thought about the second time he had to fix the wound. Thinking about the blood that poured down his face made him angry. Thinking about the Gods had him angrier. However, thinking of the way he was treated with Kronos's forces made him resentful of everything he stood for.
All the sleepless nights and excessive training that had been destroying him, the thought of not being in control of his own body, and the memories of the family he had left behind for something 'great' all hit him at once. Before Luke knew it, his fist was in the mirror. There were small, sharp shards of glass in his hand and blood dripping down his arm and the mirror.
Pulling his hand away, the demigod looked at the remaining glass on the wall. His left eye reflected back at him.
How could he do this? Had Luke really let anger destroy him? How could he let this happen? Looking at his shaking and bloody hand, the man slid down the wall. Tears fell from his eyes. The steam in the bathroom made it harder to breathe.
It wasn't the first time the demigod regretted his decision. Luke was tired and worn. "This isn't right." He thought. 'I should leave.' Going to stand, Luke fell back to the floor, overwhelmed. Pulling himself against the tub wall, he turned the water back off. Then he sank back to the floor.
Slamming his head against the wall, he sighed. "I don't want this." As the truth settled in his heart, Luke knew he had made a grave mistake. Looking back at his hands, every sin he had committed painted his pale hands red. The blood may have been his, but it didn't feel like it anymore. It felt like sick symbolism that made his want to watch the blood cover his floor until he bleed out. "I don't want this."
Friendly reminder that Luke Castellan got his ass kicked by the Pink Pony Club.
Whumptober Day 1: Race Against the Clock
Fandom: The Bad Batch
Summary: Wrecker is tasked with disarming a bomb. The problem is that it's strapped to a soldier.
"Are you sure you can do this?" Hunter looked at Wrecker. Then he looked at the situation in front of them. The separatist had gotten ahold of a reg and strapped a bomb to him. Unless the Jedi general gave himself over, the reg would die and likely kill anyone around him.
"Relax, defusing bombs is what I'm good at!' Wrecker smiled as he looked at the separatist bomb. In truth, he was nervous. However, he was trained to disarm bombs; he had to give it a try.
Walking to the man, Wrecker tried to comfort him. The faint beeping of a timer sent small amount of fear into the clone. "Do ya know how much time you have?"
The clone looked nervous. "Is that going to change if you help me or not?"
Looking back the others, Hunter nodded slightly. Then Wrecker looked at the man in front of him. He had to try no matter what, right? "No."
Hunter wasn't sure if he was surprised or not. Out of all of them, Wrecker was the most sympathetic to the regs.
"Four minutes." The man's voice shook as he spoke.
"Okay. I'm gonna get you out of this." Wrecked did his best to sound confident. There were only two ways this could end; two dead men or none.
"Wrecker, be careful." Hunter cautioned.
"Yeah yeah. I've got this!" Approaching the clone, Wrecker started to take a look at the bomb. It was a simple Separatist bomb, nothing he couldn't disarm. However most of the time he didn't have three and a half minutes or a trembling man to deal with.
There was a small timer. It haunted Wrecker. Looking at the wires, he grabbed the wire cutters. It was only then he realized his hands were shaking.
Three minutes and fifteen seconds. There were a few different colored wires. A red and blue one stuck out the most. There were yellow and green ones as well; two of each color. Scanning the bomb, Wrecker looked to find where each wire led to.
Three minutes flat. The yellow and green wires seemed to lead to the timer and part of the explosive mechanisms. The demolitionist couldn't cut them yet. The green one that led to the timer never needed to be cut.
Two minutes and thirty seconds left before the two men and some others were taken out. "Wrecker, how's it going?" Wrecker didn't answer. Instead he focused on the bomb. Hunter listened to the sound of the timer. It seemed like the only thing he could hear. "Tech, evacuate the area." His brother nodded before started too e people back.
The red wire was the most clechy of the wires to be the one to cut. Then again blue was pretty cleachay to. That didn't matter. The two wires were hidden deeper in the bomb. They were more likely to bee what he needed. Still Wrecker had figure out which one to cut first. Red or blue?
Two minutes and two seconds. Two minutes and one second be fore the bomb went off.
"Are you sure you can do this?" The man's voice shook.
"Yep." Wrecker lied. He hated that damn clock. Everytime he looked at it, it made him feel worse. His stomach felt like it was doing summersaults. Still, he knew that he was smart. Bombs were his thing so there was no way he could mess this up. Even if he had one minute and forty six seconds left.
Looking past the wires, Wrecker studied the rest of the bomb. Finding the exploding mechanism should make firming the right wire easier. It took a moment to find; a moment Wrecker was t sure he had.
Thirty seconds. Red or blue? Unsure, Wrecker staried a little harder. Red or blue?
Fifteen seconds. Finding the answer he had been looking for, Wrecker gently grabbed the blue wire. He raised his other hand to the wire and placed the wire cutters close around the wire. With seven seconds left, Wrecker cut the blue wire. Then the red. The timer continued but the bomb had been dealt with.
There was one second on the clock now. Making eye contact with the clone, they waited for it to hit zero. Part of Wrecker feared he would have been wrong and one of the green or yellow wires had to go. To his relief, the two were fine when the clock hit zero.
Sighing, Wrecker laughed a little. "See? I told you!" He looked back at Hunter and smiled. "I told you."
"Great. Can we get this thing off me?" The reg held back tears as he spoke.
"Yep! I'll do that." Slowly, Wrecker released the clone from his no longer explosive prison. "There you go."
"Thank you. Really, thank you."
"Eh, it's part of what I'm good for! Say, you want something to eat, reg?"
"Comet, and sure, that sounds nice."
"Sweet!"