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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."