THE LAST OLYMPIAN: THE ALTERNATE ENDING

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PJO, AND IF I DID, DEMIGOD SERIAL KILLERS WOULD BE ALLOWED TO CAUSE CHAOS.

Summary: Basically an alternate ending to TLO. But when you throw some serial killers into the mix, the end becomes seriously messed up.

A/N: I'm borrowing part of a character (name and ability) from Heroes (I don't own that either) but said character is being re-written as a half blood with a different personality. Don't like don't read. WON'T BE CLASSIFIED AS A CROSSOVER. (I'm borrowing way too little for it to be called a crossover)

Chapter 1: I meet a couple of psychopaths

Percy's POV

The battle was raging all around us. Silena Beauregard had just led the attack on the drakon that claimed her life. I would never, ever forget that. She relinquished her claim on life along with so many others that day. Her death was a turning point in the battle, as it caused Clarisse to go berserk and start killing all monsters within her line of sight. I thought we had a chance until he came with reinforcements. By he I mean Kronos.

Now as I prepared to dash into the heart of the battle, I looked at Annabeth and asked, "Will you fight with me?"

She gave me a look of indignation, "Of course Seaweed Brain! Did you honestly think I would abandon you after all we've been through? Besides we've been fighting together all day, why would I stop now?"

"No, I just wanted to make sure that you were OK with it." I replied awkwardly.

Annabeth rolled her eyes and said, "You didn't have to ask. Now, let's go Seaweed Brain."

After that I uncapped Riptide and we ran together into the enemy army, dodging, slashing and parrying. I killed several dracaena (Sp?) and they turned into instant dust. Annabeth came up behind me and took out a Minotaur that was threatening my 'sweet spot'.

"Thanks Annabeth!" I said.

"No problem, Seaweed Brain." She replied.

Then Ethan Nakamura shows up.

"Well, well Percy, we meet again."

"Hello Ethan!" I shouted. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU STILL WORK FOR KRONOS!"

"SHUT IT PERCY!" He shouted back.

He drew his sword and attacked. Our swords met with a clang. The sound of Celestial bronze on Celestial bronze was excruciating yet exhilarating at the same time. I dodged a frontal attack. I slashed and he dodged, barely. Our swords clashed again, this time creating a high pitched shriek. He'd thrust then I'd parry and our little dance would continue. Then he tried to stab me while my back was partially turned but he missed and hit Annabeth instead of my sweet spot. She fell to her knees, clutching her side, gasping for air. Her orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt was already staining with her crimson blood.

"NOW YOU'RE GOING TO PAY!" I roared.

I attacked fiercely, stabbing, thrusting and slashing with Riptide. I wasn't even trying to defend myself; I just wanted to make him pay for hurting my Annabeth. If it wasn't for the curse of Achilles, I would have died several times. Our little deadly dance continued, growing faster and more dangerous with every passing second. Finally my sword pierced Ethan's heart. Ethan let out a scream of terror at the sight of his own blood. I felt no remorse for killing him.

"That's what you get for hurting Annabeth." I whispered.

Kronos and his reinforcements were fast approaching. We were seriously outnumbered. I then picked up the unconscious Annabeth and cradled her in my arms, protecting her from further harm. Then I saw what looked like a bird come pelting toward us. The bird thing landed a few feet from me. I noticed that it wasn't a bird but a giant fan with two people on it. Annabeth stirred and her beautiful storm-gray eyes snapped open. Hang on; did I just call her eyes beautiful? Her gaze focused on one of the figures that had just landed.

"Arianna?" She asked before she passed out again.

Then the people on the fan flew toward the approaching army. I decided to chase after them, carrying Annabeth with me. I saw both of the figures pull out swords and strike down most of the army single handedly. The strange thing was that their swords didn't look like they were made of Celestial bronze, yet they cut down monsters by the hundred. I just stood there starring at them in awe. Whoever they were they were totally and completely awesome. Mentally I was screaming "Yeah! You go get 'em!" Kronos' army sounded the retreat and they raced back to where they came from, screaming for their mommies the whole way. I looked at Annabeth's body, and all of a sudden she woke up and spat up blood.

"Ouch, my side HURTS." She moaned in agony. I could barely hear her beautiful voice. I've really got to stop thinking like that.

She passed out again and I knew I had to get her back to our headquarters. I looked for the fastest way to get her there and my eyes rested on a black Harley with the keys in the ignition. The driver was nowhere to be found, so I stole the Harley, thinking that I would return the bike. I balanced Annabeth's small form between the handle bars and myself. I gunned the engine and we took off at about seventy miles per hour heading towards the base. We arrived at the Plaza Hotel a few minutes later and I dashed inside carrying Annabeth.

"HEY! We've got a wounded half-blood with a serious gash near her ribs!" I yelled.

Someone came but I had no clue who she was.

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Percy's POV

"You called for help?" she asked.

"Um, yeah, you see my friend here has a huge gash near her ribs. Can you help her?"

"Certainly, but my methods are unusual." She replied. I had absolutely no idea how unusual her methods really were, I only cared that they worked.

I set Annabeth down on a couch in the lobby. She was still unconscious.

I have to admit, I wasn't comfortable leaving her with some strange girl that I had never met.

"You may stay if you wish." She told me. It was almost if she could read my mind, that concept was pretty spooky.

So, my "help" turned out to be the strangest girl I had ever seen. I mean seriously who could take a mysterious girl seriously when she's wearing all black makeup, a Rise Against t-shirt (not that I didn't have anything against the band, it was just weird to see that), black skinny jeans, and black boots with blonde hair. The weirdest thing about her was she had Annabeth's eyes. For a moment I just stood there starring, at her.

"Do you mind?" She asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry my bad." I blushed as I moved out of her way.

I thought about her eyes again. They looked so much like Annabeth's that I almost thought I was starring at her.

Mysterious Girl's POV

Stupid half-blood boy. I pulled out my sword and I sliced my arm horizontally, allowing my blood to spill directly into Annabeth's wound.

"What are you doing? Shouldn't you be giving her some nectar or something? " Percy screamed as he watched my slice my own arm open. "This is no time to be EMO!" He shrieked.

"Healing your friend, you little brat! Oh, and I'm NOT EMO! PLUS GIVING HER ANY FORM OF GOD FOOD WOULD COUNTER ACT WHAT MY BLOOD DOES!" I yelled, not because I was mad but because I was finding it harder to keep my body from healing itself. Plus I really hate it when people call me emo.

All of a sudden, her wound started to knit itself back together. My blood and its magical healing property was doing what it was made to do. Soon after I let my arm heal itself.

"What just happened?" Percy asked me. His eyes were as round as saucers, he was slowly backing up. "What are you?"

"I'm a half-blood. I also have an ability that allows me to heal myself and others too, but I have to use my blood on other people. That's probably why you called me emo." I answered. I also cringed when I thought about what else I could do in addition to my healing ability.

Just then Annabeth woke up.

Percy's POV

My Annabeth just woke up. Gods, I've got to stop thinking like this.

"Percy, what happened? Where's Arianna?" Annabeth asked me.

"Well some how Ethan missed me and stabbed you. I killed Ethan, stole a Harley and brought you here. I have absolutely no clue who this Arianna is so I couldn't possibly tell you where she is." I replied softly, taking her hand in mine. She didn't even notice that I was holding her hand because she was so out of it.

"Annie, I'm here." Said the blonde girl dressed in black that could heal herself.

I was positively bewildered. This girl knew Annabeth I wanted to know why. I thought about asking but Annabeth interrupted my train of thought.

"Arianna, I've missed you so much. Why'd you runaway when you were six? Why didn't you take your little sis with you?" Annabeth asked. She was almost in tears.

I didn't interrupt. This was between them not me. She's Annabeth's sister? They look a lot a like but Arianna looked way scarier than Annabeth. It probably just the black make-up.

"I know I've missed you too." Arianna paused then continued, "I would've taken you with me but I was afraid."

"Why were you afraid sis?" Annabeth asked.

"I was afraid I would kill you. That was the part of the reason why I ran away." Arianna said; her tone was suddenly somber.

"What was the other reason you ran away without me?

"Annie, do you remember that girl that used to bully you when you were little? " Arianna asked her.

"Um…yeah wasn't her name Tiffany Johnson?" Annabeth replied.

"Yes that was her." Arianna shuddered at the memory. "Do you remember coming home and crying on my shoulder when Tiffany hurt your feelings?"

"Yes, but I still don't get what Tiffany Johnson had to do with you running away." Annabeth stated.

"Do you remember what happened to her the night she bullied you?"

"I don't- no, WAIT! Didn't she die or something?"

"I killed her." Arianna stated simply.

OMG! Annabeth's sister was a murderer at the age of six! I thought.

"Before you jump to any conclusions, I would like to explain myself."

When there was no objection, Arianna continued. "When you told me about what Tiffany was doing, I went to her house. Her mom told me that Tiffany went to the park to play. So I went to the park. I found Tiffany on the swings, and I walked over to talk to her. I told her not to be mean to you anymore. She said that picking on you was 'fun' and that she wouldn't stop. When she said that, she made me so mad that I heard this strange ticking inside my head. All of a sudden, I felt like I was a passenger in my own body. I lifted my hand up and drew an invisible line around her head from five foot away. Her blood seemed to follow my movements. She screamed the whole time too. I returned home covered in blood. Do you remember what I said?"

Annabeth nodded, "You said that Tiffany wouldn't bother me anymore. Then you told me that you had to leave me for my own safety. "

Annabeth had unconsciously squeezed my hand tighter, as she cried silently.

"Now do you understand why I left?"

"Sort of, I still don't get why you had to leave. I get the murder-" Arianna flinched. "But I don't get why you didn't take me with you."

"As I said, I was afraid that if I got angry that the hunger would force me to kill you."

"Excuse me, what hunger?" I asked.

"The hunger controls us and gives us our abilities. That same hunger that causes us to kill. The hunger that forces us to covet what doesn't belong to others." A boy dressed in black said as he appeared, seemingly out of the shadows.

"Sylar…" Arianna whispered.

"So let me get this straight, your emotions are controlled by this hunger that causes you to kill five year olds?" I asked.

"You insolent boy! You have no idea what it is like to have to distance yourself from your family because you are afraid of killing the one person you love the most!" Arianna said, her eyes truly showing the inner battle that she was having with herself.

Her arm flexed like she was going to hit me. But then it stopped.

"SYLAR! LET ME GO!" Arianna snarled angrily.

"Not until you calm down. I don't want you to do anything that you will regret later." Sylar's tone was dangerous.

Arianna growled, but calmed down.

"That's a good girl, Ari, try not to kill the little hero and we'll go kill some mob leader later."

"Okay, Sy. Will you please give me back control of my arm? I kinda need it to slay monsters ya know."

"Sure, sure whatever you say Ari." Sylar grinned as he gave control back to her.

"Thanks," Arianna whipped around and tackled Sylar.

"Um, Ari, do you mind letting me up?"

"No, I'm not gonna let you up. You know you like it when you're helpless."

"Whatever."

Arianna released Sylar and the pair joined Percy and Annabeth.

"Sis, this is Sylar. He is just like me. We met in an alley in New York, about five weeks after I left."

"Is Sylar a half-blood too?" Annabeth asked.

"Yes. Can you guess whose kid he is?"

Why does Sylar look so familiar? I mean he is wearing all black, with short black hair covering his obsidian eyes. But he almost looks like royalty. Kinda like Nico…

"YOU'RE A SON OF HADES!!!" I yelled.

"Ding-ding-ding! Very good little hero. And on your first guess too."

"Annie, are you ready to fight?" Arianna asked her sister.

"Yup, and I know where he's gonna strike next, Olympus."

"Okay then, TO OLYMPUS!" Sylar and Arianna cheered.

A/N: I really hoped that you enjoyed this chapter. I also realize that the first paragraph is confusing, but it's more of a reflection/set the scene paragraph.

- A. Rosalie

Chapter 2