BC1: A Penny for the Dead's Thought

Laughter. Scar. Fire. Melody.

Familiar tune have lulled him to sleep and have now re-awaken him, the very reason that make him cling—shamedly yearning, for the upper realm. His unbeating heart soar, untangling his body as he sluggishly thrust open the vault between him and the darkness, welcoming this bright new life.

The Corpse, who had the appearance of a young dismantled boy, had woken up in a wooden coffin with this melody in mind. The picture of his dearly beloved perfectly captured in his hazy rat-eaten brain. His lips moved, practicing a smile and a tooth fall out.

Not realizing the lost of tooth, he opened his eyelids, and blinked.

Black canopy quickly greeted his vision as soon as he adjusted his eyes to the dim moonlight, but oddly, only one was working. He shakily raise a finger, tracing the line where his eye should be, but he could only found an empty socket in its place.

The boy wasn't so sure on what to make of this. He lost an eye and he didn't know how, coming to a frightening blank. He try to summon his memory by sheer of wills. Like he predicted, it doesn't work. He should have felt terrified, maybe panicked even. But no, he was oddly thrilled and he learn to understand why. This was an uncharted land, a new territory, a brand new start and he was happy as long as he was with his beloved—giddy to all the possibility in his soon-to-be married life.

It was as if his emotion defaulted itself to a hopeful state out of spite.

The Corpse sited his body upright, examining his own flesh. He poked it and played with them out of morbid curiosity.

They were stitched. All of them. His legs, his arms, his nose. Stitched sloppily with long metal strings as if his body was a doll with the sole reason to be experimented on. His skin was the colour of sickly grey, splotches of rash burn decorated it. His hair was a mess, sticking out everywhere like a road sign and really greasy too, the tip of his hair told the foresign of its burned state. He shook his head and choose on not to ponder about it, picking his his fallen veil, putting it back on and patting his dirty white tuxedo from stubborn dirt. This action quite literally caused his eye to leak black liquid like blood.

It fall into his mouth and he tasted it.

He tasted nothing.

All of this should have raise a red flag to the average person, but this boy definitely aren't average. Nor normal, and neither was he a person.

After he was satisfied on checking himself and his oddity, the boy waited, waited for his beloved to come for him in the depth of this forest. In where he was it was dark, the soil damp with rain water and cracked tomb stones littlered the ground. Everything was so unkept it truly was a sight to behol—holes was everywhere, animal's body left to rot, bonny hand reaches out to the sky and went limp, and dead crisp leafs scattered hiding the place from civilization.

But alas, he took no mind to his finding.

He looked to the night sky and wondered, wasn't he suppose to be on the church by now? It's already midnight—the time that the both of them promised to exchange vows. Maybe all of their guests was waiting for him there. And maybe he was too, dashingly draped in his very own tuxedo with a ring and a wine glass in his hand, grinning that infuriating grin of his.

And it hit him.

This was his second chance, he realized, a second chance to rewind and redo it all.

The Corpse smiled - a proper one this time - and stood from his grave.

Wait a little longer Percy. I'm coming.

A/N: So, guys, if you're wondering what 'BC' is and what it was all about, it stand for 'Bonus Chapter': a chapter that happen side-by-side with the main story but not necessarily necessary. Why wrote a bonus chapter so freaking early you ask? Easy, 'cause I fucking lost my fucking chapter to my junk of a laptop. Again.

I already write 4k worth of words, and it goes POOF! Gone. Evaporating into worthless digital air. Hell, I don't even know what exactly happened, I just go to save the file and it suddenly gone corrupted, an error message pop out and my laptop suddenly reset itself. I'll admit, it almost gives me a heart attack. But fortunate or not, only the chapter I've been working on was gone.

Sigh, I'm sorry guys for that excessive totally uncool cussing session. I'm so mad right now I figured I'd need to blow some steam out of my system. So I write.

The only drive for this chapter to be made is to inform you guys of my... unexpected misfortune. Because Fanfiction forbid chapter with only an Author Note in its core element, I decided to write some side-stories to accompany it.

And 'cause Will is too goddamn bright for my foul mood, I thought it'll do me some good to write on another character POV. And this was the result (quite ironic too, because what I wrote is pretty damn hopeful for my really pissed mind). And I'm kinda proud of it actually.

Anyway, I want to say my thanks to Ayano's Theory of Relativity, FaiKazahaya, and Q-A the Authoress for their reviews. Thanks to these three I could go back on track and ready myself on re-writing the lost chapter. Wish me luck guys! And oh, another review, follow, and fav would be nice too.

PS, I'd made a new Percabeth story where Percy is a sword. Do my sentence of a summary tickle your fancy? Then be my guest and check it out! Just click on my profile page and you're there! (Cough, shameless cross-promotion is shameless, cough).

Ahem, so that's it from me guys. This Author Note already gone long enough. See you in the real chapter!