Our Oblivion

A/N:Hey you guys! I just wanted to thank you all for checking out my new fan fiction! I just wanted to mention that it will be a pretty short fan fiction, only lasting about fifteenth chapters, and the chapters will be shorter than usual. Anyways, I just wanted to thank you once more. It's a pleasure to have all of you reading my writing. I hope you enjoy. Have a beautiful, fabulous, amazing day, my friends! :3

Summary: Percy Jackson has never being well known, an outsider. That is until he becomes famous for one thing: dying. On the night of his seventeenth birthday, shot down during a robbery, Percy fades from existence, but he's not gone. Not until he has a chance to relive his last day and change it all. Making up for all his mistakes he starts with a boy he ignored for years: Nico di Angelo.

Rating: M for sexual content and strong language.

Pairing: Slight Annabeth and Percy pairing for the first few chapter or two, but mainly Nico and Percy.

Chapter 1: Into the Void
Percy's Point of View
7:34 P.M.

If my life was a movie it would have started with this moment, the introductory showing me and me alone as I am preparing for the beginning of the end, even if I don't know that. The scene would open with one of those expansive overhead shots, catching a glimpse of the miles and miles of land expanding around me, dotted with house and streets, cars and people. You would get that glossy pattern of spattered purple and red in the bright blue sky as the world fades into the darkness of night, descending into to what would be a restless sleep for me if it ever came. Next, the shot would close up on my face, showing every crease, every inch of my sweat stained skin as I walk labored down that sidewalk, kicking chunks of asphalt and stumbling over the gapping dents in the concrete.

In the movie version of my life you would get a slow camera angle of the petite and perfectly wrapped present under my left arm, slathering my side as the pink box pressed into my abdomen. The tag would hang loosely in the breeze, my name printed on the inside with that perfect, looping handwriting vivid against the crisp, white background. The bow nearly jerked of from the travel, now frail and torn, strings along the right side. The silver wrapper shines in the fading sunlight. It would all look so perfect, so beautiful, as the movie begins.

But this isn't a movie. It's just life. A life that's anything, but perfect. A life that definitely deserves to be a movie. It's my life, in case you are wondering.

My name is Percy Jackson: Perseus if you want to get technical. You know, like in Greek mythology? Yeah, just like that Perseus. Born on August 18, 1997 and died on August 18, 2014- the day of my seventeenth birthday. And I was killed by the most unlikely and most unexpected person ever. I was killed by a complete stranger.

It wasn't a normal occurrence, it wasn't chance, it wasn't planned, and it wasn't accidental. It was fate. Fate that I would die that day so that I could be rewarded a new beginning. So that I could rewrite my story. But to rewrite my story I have to finish it first.

So on that August 18, that Monday evening, I walked silently to the gas station around the corner, a birthday present from my girlfriend hanging under my arm. I wasn't sure what was in it, or when I would open it, but I intended to find out as soon as I got home. As soon as I got home from the gas station to where my mother was waiting with a birthday cake and presents. That is if my step-father hadn't engulfed the whole thing by that point. Gabe was never one to be courteous or anything less than his regular jackass self and cake was his favorite food. Well, anything that's edible is his favorite food, but how could he deny a birthday cake sitting there with no one to eat it. Patience is not his forte.

Hiking the package up in my arms, holding it tightly, I stopped short out in front of the store. Several cars littered the parking lot, however there wasn't a single person wandering throughout the shelves from what I can see through the window. As best as I could muster, I figured that the cars were either parking places for people in other buildings or the restaurant next door, or it was the workers at the gas station's vehicles. This place was never very busy.

The chime of the gas station door boomed loudly thorough my mind as I clamber through the door, stepping inside slowly.

"Hello! Welcome to Quick Mart! The chubby red head behind the counter responded automatically, voice coming out robotic and stale, as she stated the greeting with false cheerfulness. The beautiful smile upon her lips was obviously painted on. All of it was for show.

A quick wave was my only response as I continued to the shelves, looking up and down before grabbing a bag of a Skittles. I wasn't looking for anything in particular, but I did have a few things in mind that I might have needed. Taking my time I continued to stroll up and down, gather a steady supply of items: A Coke, a pack of mints, a lighter (my mom always manages to lose the lighter right before we light candles on the birthday cake), and a pack of pokey sticks. I don't know when this convenience store started stocking the Japanese treats, but I bought a pack anyways. Why not?

Walking up to the counter I sit all the items down and watched as the girl gave a quaint smile.

"Hello!" She said sweetly, exposing the slight glimpse of perfect white teeth. She had a very pretty smile. Shaking my head I grinned back.

"Hey."

"Are you having a nice evening?" She continued to inquire as she swiped the lighter along the counter. I looked back at her before responding, propping the package on the counter before leaning against it.

"Alright I guess. How about you?"

"Long hours here with no business what so ever. Just trying to make it through the day I guess," She sighed before shaking her head and glancing upwards, "Who's the package for? Heading towards a birthday party? Sorry if I am being nosey."

"Nah, it's alright." I assured her, "I'm not heading anywhere. Just going home. The package is actually mine. Today's my birthday. Turning seventeen."

"Oh…Happy birthday!" She gave me another smile. I couldn't believe how good her smile was.

"Thanks." I claimed as I took out my wallet, watching and preparing as the girl began to swipe the last item. Then, it all shattered.

The first boy came bounding in quickly, holding up a gun as he bombarded through the door. Initially there was a scream and I'm not sure whether or not it came from me or the cashier. Either way it was there. The boy was wearing a simple black jacket and black pants, the mask covering his face and a hat over top of his hair. Gloves coupled his hands and molded around the gun.

The boy slammed into me full force, knocking me to the ground and hitting the package from the counter. At first I was completely dazed, terrified of what was to come.

The other boy came in next, this one holding a pistol as he lingered over top of me. It was strange. I didn't have fear initially; however, I should have been afraid.

Throwing a bag at the cashier the bigger boy hissed, "Put the money in the bag!"

"If you move I'll fucking blow your brains out." The smaller of the two claimed, chokingly and shockingly calm despite his current predicament.

From my place on the floor I looked up at the two boys, one tall and thick chested and the other being short and lanky. A deep exhale of breath came from my lips, leaving my body in a gasp. Within seconds the shorter of the two turned the gun on me. The barrel lined up with my chest, ready to strike my heart if I dared move.

"Don't do anything!" The boy hissed out as I listened to his words, analyzed his voice and tone. He was young, definitely inexperienced, but deadly serious. And with the bullets to match.

Glancing at the girl behind the cash register, her hands blatantly shaking, I watched as she shovel the money and change from the box into a bag. It wasn't much. Not at all, but I prayed it would make due. It would have to.

With a heavy sigh the tallest boy stabbed the gun towards the girl, listening as she hissed out a faint scream.

"Hurry the fuck up!" He inquired furiously, swatting the butt of the pistol against the counter centimeters from the girl's hand. There was a moment of silence between the swing and contact as the girl screamed- a bloody, pained scream that spiraled from her throat as the back side of the gun clipped her thumb, smashing it against counter. It was as though the next moments happened in slow motion. The younger of the pair barreled around, looking frazzled and visible shaken in appearance, as I jumped up, gathering up my strength to overtake the smaller. As I prepared to be brave for once in my life. But I didn't expect it. The other's sped. Bodies swirled as hands grappled and a shot rang out. Four hands on the gun, three shocked looks- the cashier, me, and the gun man- two yelps of fear, and one bullet. One bullet buried deep into Percy Jackson's chest, my chest, as blood began to bubble.

Hands tangled as my arms tried to grasp any form of salvation, grabbing the other's mask in resolution, ripping it upwards and off his head as I tumbled backwards against a shelf of two liter soda bottles. More screams. Hushed curses. The sound of caffeine and pop bubbling up in a mixture of gooey liquid and blood as the bottles toppled over and spewed, taking the entire shelf with them. The world swirled.

I, lying on my back abused and bleeding, gazed into the dark eyes of my attacker. The boy stared unfazed in a mask of pale white misunderstanding. It wasn't until he began to shake his head that I tried to form a coherent syllable, "Y-you m-other 'ucker…."

The world toppled as the other boy attempted to respond, looking back at his partner in crime to find a solution. I curled upon my side, the staggering pain crippling me from the waist down. I couldn't feel anything beyond my chest. I could comprehend anything other than the steady pool of blood encasing my form like a badge of courage. A last reminder that I tried to be brave. And then I died. Right then, right there, Percy Jackson faded away, unfocused and cringing in pain as the world rolled away into the dark salvation of oblivion.

Now I'm gone.

I don't know where I am, what I'm doing, or what's going to happen. It's like I'm lost, but found at the same time. There is no more pain. There is no more fear. There is only the overwhelming sense of serenity as I sit here, waiting. Hoping something will happen. I don't know how long I've been here, how long I've been lying here, but I don't feel like there is a sense of time anymore. And if there is it doesn't matter.

Feeling the breeze against my skin, I run a single hand back through my hair. The air has that hint of sweet and pure honey. Something that is caught between absolute perfection and the best scent in the world.

Lying on my back in the tall grass, staring up at the crystal blue sky dotted with wisps of faint white clouds, I sigh. There is no pain, but I feel where the pain should have been.

"What are you thinking about?" The question startled me out of the haze. Turning around briskly I zoned in on the woman behind me. She was absolutely dazzling. Chestnut hair was woven within a braid, strands and trestles of gold entangled within the locks. Stray hairs fell gently from the hairdo, brushing and flowing as the breeze picked up. Brilliant hazel eyes shimmered with an inhuman light as gave me a half smile, amused by my indecisive misunderstanding.

Her short white dress hung about her beautifully, rippling in the wind like oil on water. She moved like a swan, tall and beautiful within her own realm of grace as though she was dancing across the grass. She walked seamlessly in her crisp, pure high heels although it should have been impossible as the tangled, long stalks of grass grappled for her feet.

"Where am I?" I asked blatantly, almost as though I wasn't in control of my own words. Usually I wouldn't have been so up front with the topic- definitely not to someone that has so much overwhelming power.

"Where do you think you are, Percy Jackson" She asked, voice once again stringing like honey as she stepped forward, dropping down on her knees beside me in the grass. I didn't expect for her to do so, however, it didn't shock me. There was no surprise. There was no anything.

"I'm dead." I clarified, hand gently running along my chest, looking for the bullet hole, "I got shot. Right here."

"Very observant. But that's not what I asked. Where do you think you are?" The question was once again repeated with a staggering cruelty. As though she was getting impatient with my thoughtless stupidity.

"I guess this is heaven, isn't it?"

"Ha!" She cackled, eyes closing and head tilting back as she continued to laugh, "You think this is your heaven!? Humans are so thick headed! Do you really believe this is heaven? Whenever you die you don't go to someplace like this. When you die, if you deserve it, you will be given anything you desire. You will be gifted with something so beautiful, something so priceless, that you will no longer remember or want to remember your former life. This is not heaven."

"This simply a middle ground. A place where I can deliver to you a message."

"A message?" I snort, "Who are you? The mail deliverer?"

"Do not be so ignorant." She started brutally, jaw tense and teeth grinding, "I simply wanted to give you an offer, one that you will either take with joy or deny with joy."

"What is it?" I asked, my curiosity now peaked.

"Would you like to go back and do everything different? Would you like to tell your loved ones goodbye? Would you like to have one last day to redo everything?" She asked with a look of sympathy almost.

"I…," I started, my lips moving faster than my thoughts before I stopped myself, "Of course I would want to go back. I have so many people that I need to tell things. That I need to talk to. My mom, my girlfriend Annabeth, my friend from high school, Grover…everyone."

"Would you apologize to those you have wronged?"

"I haven't wronged anyo-" Once again I paused, not wanting to lie, but not wanting to tell the truth. With a sigh of resignation I realized that truth needed to be spoken.

"Nico di Angelo." I murmured.

"How have you wronged this Nico?" She retorted, looking down at me with a sense of curiosity.

"I…. He's been my neighbor ever since I was in fifth grade. I remember when he was little he would ask me to hang out with him. He always wanted to feel grown up, like he was one of me and my friends. I knew that since the beginning. I always told him to go away. Thought he was annoying. As we both got older he pretty much stopped associating with me. I was to cruel to him as we grew up. Everyone says that he barely speaks and keeps everyone at arm's length. I feel that it's my fault. I mean we were absolutely cruel. We would push him down, make him cry, laugh as he ran home upset, told how stupid he was, how idiotic. We pretty much told him to fuck off every time and after a while he just gave up. I always thought that it was my fault."

"And you want to apologize, yes?" I simply nodded my head at her question, not bothering to meet her eyes.

"Percy Jackson, you died young. You died unfairly. You died without reason. There was so much life left for you. There was so much of the world for you to see. But someone took that away from you. They stole everything from you. You were destine for greatness. And that is why you deserve another chance at life. That is why I am here."

"W-what?" I couldn't describe the clot in my throat, the restriction of my chest.

"You have three days. Your last three days to relive your life. To do it all over again, but I must warn you: You will die at the end of those three days. Your death will come. Someway, maybe not the same as before, but you will be murdered in that gas station by that same person. I hope you enjoy your last moments on earth."

She stood up without a single ounce of hesitation, still looking beautiful and strong as she left me there in the grass.

"Wait!" The words burst from my lips as her body began to etch in a blinding white light, the outline of her body blurring as I began to spout words of curiosity, "Has this ever happened before?! Where are you going?! Who are you?!"

"I am god, Percy Jackson. One of your gods. Call me Hera." She stated simply, voice strong and powerful as the entire world exploded into a blinding white light.

My mind shattered at that moment, everything going black as memories and reality swept over me, splitting the world into jagged pieces as though I was staring through a kaleidoscope.

August 16, 2014
1:00 A.M.

I sat up in a daze, the tangle of sheet around my waist feeling tight. Restricting.

Looking around the room I realize I am no longer in that beautiful field, no longer in that dank, dingy gas station either. Instead I'm in my small bedroom, crowded by books, selves, my desk, and everything else that is so familiar in my life. But it's all so different now.

Covered in sweat sheen, dark locks hanging thickly to my forehead, I watch the clock on my bedside table strike one .a.m. It's a blatant reminder that what happened to me was real. It was all real. Death is upon me, giving me a ticking timer of only three days. Seventy two hours to fix everything I have wronged. And this time I'm not afraid.

I don't feel fear of what is going to happen at the end of those three days, but just being back in my home clarifies what I will miss the most. I'll miss my family. My mother to be more exact. I'll miss my girlfriend, my best friend, the taste of a cold drink on a summer day, the clear breath after a heavy rain, and, most of all, I will miss the light. The light that is always shinning into the wee hours of the morning, coming from the house that lines up beside mine. I can see through the open window from my bed. The open window that leads to the house next door and shows into Nico di Angelo's bedroom. I can't count how many nights I have been awoken by the slamming of his bedroom door at four in the morning, his parents screaming after him, as he get home late within the night. This is one of those moments.

Across the gap between our houses I can see him through the beacon of light, through the slim frame of the window. His body is illuminated in that blinding shade as the pale boy pulls off his shirt, tossing it out of my field of vision. Even in the darkness of night and distance between us I can see the slim form of his back, the lean lines of his oh-to-small shoulders. The skinny shape of his hips and stomach as he prepares to fall to sleep for the night.

I continued to stare through the dark oblivion, watching him with great intensity, as the younger slinks forward, not bothering to glance out his windows, before snapping the curtains closed.

Turning away from the window, blocking out what I had just seen, I roll over onto my back. I can't comprehend what is happening. Why this is happening. So in my bedroom I sit, staring at the ceiling blankly and wasting time as the clock ticks away life. As I am drawn closer and closer to my death and the light goes out in the window across the gap.