{Patricide; the act of murdering ones own father. Derived from the Latin word 'pater' meaning 'father'.}

BETA : Inperiosus

[April 17th, 2016]

Percy couldn't breathe - imperatively his body didn't require him to breathe, but it felt like someone was crushing his chest painfully. He guessed that was what suffocation felt like. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, like it was desperately trying to escape its skeletal prison.

Kill your father.

His mother's voice was resonating in his mind on repeat, rippling through the crevices of his mind.

Kill your father.

Surely, this wasn't the reason his mother called them all there. This was some kind of sick joke. For the first time in years, Percy felt like a child again. A child that was being lectured on what is and isn't okay, having his mother stare at him expectantly with her piercing green eyes.

"Don't be an idiot, Perseus." she would scold, shaking her head from side to side, her long hair whipping at her face. "You're such a stupid little boy."

"Smart little boys, DO. AS. THEY. ARE. TOLD!" she all but screamed as she emphasized every word she said. The grip she'd have on his hand would become painful, leaving marks but he'd never cry out, never.

Only, now when he looked down at her, her eyes were no longer piercing but shattered and broken. Yet, they still held the same expectancy.

Kill your father.

He remembered his father rubbing his wrist, "Don't worry," he'd say as he whipped the tears from Percy's eyes. "She loves you really." Ouranos' face would break into a grin as he placed a kiss on Percy's brow. And when his father's arms encircled his back encouragingly, he knew he could do anything, "You're not stupid Perseus. You're just smart in your own way." As his father pulled back, Percy could see the smile that had never left his father's face. "March on my little solider."

Kill your father.

Percy could hear the echoes of his siblings around him. His sisters were making excuses to leave, whilst of his brothers stood in silence, in shock. He could hear Oceanus' panicked voice making an excuse -something to do with Uncle Pontus needing him- he wasn't sure. And then one voice pierced through all of the confusion and chaos.

Kill your father.

"I'll do it," Percy turned to his left, looking at Kronos in shock. Their siblings silenced instantly, parting as Kronos made his way to their mother.

He held his head high, his strides were long and confident and he didn't hesitate once. Percy couldn't help but notice that he looked like he was born to lead. Striding across everyone, Kronos looked like he was in his own element.

"Brilliant!" His mother exclaimed. "Excellent! Kronos, wasn't it? Yes, of course it's Kronos! What shall you be needing?"

Turning back to the group of people that Percy stood amid, Kronos grinned, "I'll need volunteers." He didn't shout, yet his voice held the attention of everyone there. His voice was like that of a menacing hiss and his face resembled one of a predator. A predator that knew it had its prey trapped, yet chose to toy with it anyway. Silence remained.

Kill your father. A voice hissed viciously in his mind, adamant, making sure that it was heard. You know you want to... this wasn't a voice of his own, at least, not one he recognized. Never! he screamed back at it, blinking past the dark spots out of his vision. He heaved in a long, shaky sigh - which again imperatively he didn't need to, yet it felt oddly comforting.

For a moment everyone stood there until many of the titans began to flash away. Oceanus was the first to leave, only halting to squeak (what sounded like) 'Pontus'.

Next were his sisters leaving, most of them not even bothering with an excuse. Rhea gently laid a hand on Percy's arm and smiled a sad smile before she too disappeared in a flash of gold.

It didn't take long until all that remained were Percy, Iapetus, Hyperion, Krios, Koios and (obviously) Kronos. Percy could see the wild panic in Iapetus' eyes and knew it reflected the panic in his own eyes. How could they be expected to kill their father? Although, deep down, Percy knew it necessary to kill his father. He was no longer the man that Percy once knew. He now was cold and ruthless, willing to kill anyone and anything standing in his way.

Percy could see Iapetus' excuse on the tip of his tongue and was about to come up with one of his own but his mind was drawn to an unpleasant halt by a reptilian-like voice. The words being sung in a sing-song like style, emphasis being put on the wrong letters.

KILL your father! Come on, you know you want toooo! The voice ground at his skull, attempting to pull apart his mentality. Percy clenched his jaw and ground his teeth together. No! He screams back. Go. Away.

Oh, Perrr-cy, the voice practically purred. Is that anyy-way to talk to your dear old uncle?

And then the crushing feeling was back, only more intense. Almost as if someone was trying to bind all of his internal organs into a tight ball. Once again, Percy couldn't help but to wonder, if this is what suffocation felt like. Yet, this time, dark black spots danced on the edge of his vision and a gasp of pain pulled itself free from his throat. His reaming siblings turned to look at him, Iapetus' excuse died in his throat. Percy's hands reached up and grasped his chest, the black spots grew larger until he felt darkness overcome his consciousness.

GOODNIGHT Perrr-cy! cackled an evil voice.

~ Ψ ~ Ψ ~ Ψ ~

Gentle tapping on the side of his face and his named being called to him repeatedly is what awoke Percy from his forced slumber. He opened his eyes to see silver eyes staring back into his own. "-cy? Percy!" Iapetus' face broke into a frown like smile. "Great, you're finally up! Sleep well?" Percy snorted, batting Iapetus' face out of the way.

"Brilliantly, well, until I got a face full of you." He pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes, attempting to block out the pounding against his skull. "What did I miss?" Iapetus sighed.

"Quite a bit, actually." His brother ran a hand though his hair and stared out into the meadow. "We're going to kill father. No, don't you dare get up. I said we are, not you are." Percy let out an annoyed groan, he didn't want to kill his father, but he couldn't just let his brothers do it.

"How's he planning to do it?"

"Well from what I gathered-"

"Gathered?"

"-Yes gathered, I was more concerned about the fact, that a certain someone fell unconscious for no reason." Percy stuck his tongue out because he was mature, thank-you-very-much. "Anyway, Mother is going lure father down from the sky, me, Kronos and the dunderheads are going to corner him and well, I think you can guess the rest."

Percy sighed, "And I'm not allowed to go anywhere?"

"Correct, I'll be back later. I need to get into position. Stay put."

Like I have anywhere else to go.

~ Ψ ~ Ψ ~ Ψ ~

Several hours passed and Percy remained in his hiding spot, his back pressed against the cool surface of the meadow in the canyon. A stone ledge was hanging above him, shrouding him from the rapidly darkening sky, it joint up with another slab of stone that blocked him and his view of the meadow. Percy sighed and tried to block out the dull throbbing behind his eyes. He'd never been attacked mentally before and if this was the aftermath, he'd quite like to leave it as never again. It now remained no mystery as to why his siblings refused to look him in the eye, whist he was learning to control his powers. His mind tended to lash out at people.

Shifting into a more comfortable position, Percy stifled a groan of discomfort when he heard approaching footsteps, too heavy to be any of his brothers'.

"Ouranos!" He heard his mother's sickly sweet voice echoing, from his hiding spot. Percy could almost see her too-sweet-to-be-real smile that his father could never recognise as being fake. "Dearest! You came!"

"Hmm," his father hummed. "You do mean it though? You want to try again?" Percy had to prevent himself from yelling out and telling his father to run. He could hear the hope in his father's voice and could see the lost look his father usually had on his face when he actually needed to ask a question. Curling in on himself, Percy wished he had to energy to just flash away and not listen to everything play out.

"Of course," she cried. Her voice was sweet enough to rot your teeth. "Yes, of course. I love- NOW!" she cried and Percy could hear rustling of blades and the pounding of feet. Overall he could hear his father's cries of 'blasphemy' and croaks of 'treachery'. Percy wanted to curl up into a smaller ball and make himself look as young as possible, he felt like a child again being told off for attempting to steal ambrosia from his mother's kitchen.

Instead, Percy forced his limbs to untangle. Using the stone wall to steady himself, he rose to his feet ignoring the fact that the world spun around him and his slight loss of footing. Removing his hand from the wall, Percy took several hesitant steps forward and then another and another, until he was out of his hiding spot.

Immediately his eyes were drawn to where the figures of his brothers' loomed over a figure pinned to the ground. Gaea stood off to the side, watching over them and leaving no room for mistake. Percy stumbled slightly, his gut clenching in guilt. This was his father they were going to kill, his family and Percy's fatal flaw fought with everything it could, screaming at Percy to save him! It took all of his will-power to fight, having to continuously remind himself that if this wasn't done more of his siblings will be harmed.

"Patricide!" His father cried. "Patricide! Curse you!" Percy was getting closer, he could now see his father twisting and squirming in is brothers' grips. He saw Iapetus jerk back in pain and then surge forwards to re-pin their father, golden inchor dripping from his nose. "Traitors!" Ouranos cried, his voice cracking slightly as his voice goes from anger to desperation.

As Percy passes his mother, he blocks out her surprised look, his vision is tunnelled, completely focused on the scene in front of him. Kronos appeared to be making some kind of speech, yet, Percy can't hear his voice over his father's cries. Kronos was holding a golden, intimidating looking scythe. It looked so much like the little blade that Percy had gifted him years ago. Well, he thought, it looks like he found out it's real use.

He was several feet away from his hiding spot, stumbling slightly as he kept moving forwards. Percy could see the scene clearly, his father had a deep gash running across his midriff, golden ichor pouring out of it. Tears of pain had welled up and were pouring out of his father's eyes. Guilt slammed into Percy, his stomach twisting painfully.

"-you don't even know my name!" spoke Kronos, sounding scandalized. Percy watched as he raised his scythe, preparing to bring it down upon Ouranos and end him.

A strangled, "Wait!" pulled itself from his throat and Kronos paused mid-swing, turning to look at Percy questionably. "Please... just, wait." And them Percy took the remaining few steps forwards until he was beside his father.

Falling to his knees, Percy placed his hands on the sides of Ouranos' head, turning it to look at him. His fathers' eyes were blue, a bright sky blue like they've always been -only now they were clouded by pride and madness. Ouranos' face looked more ragged than the last time Percy saw him, the once handsome face was now all angles and bones, it didn't suit him. "You," his father hissed. "You'd side with them over me?" Swallowing the bile in his throat Percy pushed himself away from his father- no, he reminded himself, this was no longer his father- and rose to his feet. Merely nodding towards his siblings as a sign of gratitude and to continue.

Ouranos turned his attention back to Kronos, "Curse you," he spat. "One day your children will do to you what you did to me. Curse you." And then Ouranos' face broke into a horrid grin and laughter bubbled from his throat. "I'm going to die." He cackled.

Once again Kronos raised his scythe, preparing to bring it down upon their father. His head lolling to the side, Ouranos locked eyes with Percy and the madness cleared from them momentarily, Percy could see him mouth 'March on solider.' And then the madness and laughter was back.

The scythe plummeted, there was a sickening squelch followed by a thump. Percy closed his eyes, yet he still felt the warm liquid wet his tan skin, a liquid which he could see without even opening his eyes, shimmering under the moon on his skin. A liquid he knew was his father's ichor.

He heard another squelch and thump, Percy knew that they'd have to do more than just cut Ouranos' head off to make sure he wouldn't reform but this, this was just sickening to hear. Once again, swallowing the rapidly riding bile, Percy pressed his hands to his ears to block out the sound of his father being disembowelled. Flinching every time as the golden ichor splashed on him.

After what felt like hours, Percy opened his eyes. And when he did, he could no longer hold down his bile, emptying out his stomach, Percy wished he could get rid of the image from his mind.

The golden mess of limbs, organs and ichor thrown across the meadow like a ravenous animal had attacked and became too excited about it's meal. Gallons of ichor dyed the meadow golden, twinkling under the stars and the moon. And the head, dear Chaos, Ouranos' head lay in the centre of the mess, eyes open wide and staring ahead. It's stare was cold and unforgiving, still clouded with madness. Eyes that were looking directly at him.

Accusing him.

And Percy had never felt guiltier in his life.

[June 18th 2016]

[Edited : June 18th 2016]

A huge thanks goes to my BETA for editing this chaper. Honestly I couldn't get this one right for the life of me and they made what I wrote so much better.
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'Til next time

~ForlornSpirit

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