AN: Guess who's back? I decided to start this new story- hopefully bigger and better than my last stories. News- Check Up readers, I'm sorry to say but it has come to an end. The last chapter just felt right to leave it at.
This new story, Nine to Life, is kind of like The Nine Lives of Chloe King, if you remember that show. It doesn't neccessarily follow the plot line, well in a way it does, with the Mai, but it won't follow the exact show, even that stupid cliffhanger.
If you've never seen the show, that's cool. You don't need to. Just read and enjoy. (:
this is just the prologue, so hopefully (depending on if my mom was serious or not about cleaning) the first chapter will be up a little later. (:
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or Nine Lives.
I'm running.
I can't breathe.
My pants become louder by the second.
Crinkle. Crinkle. Crunch. Crunch. Crinkle. Crunch.
The never ending pattern of my life flashing by my eyes.
CRINKLE. CRINKLE. CRUNCH. CRUNCH.
Faster! Faster! I scream at myself. They're gaining on you!
I push my legs harder. My lungs are screaming at me. My legs protest in pain. But I can't stop now. The light. It's so close. I'm so close.
Finally, I reach it. I have the home field now. But as I look behind me I realize that it doesn't matter to them. They'll stop at nothing.
The tower. It's my last chance.
I run inside, tripping and no doubt breaking my leg as I climb up the never ending steps.
I reach the room and look out the window, seeing them circling the tower and running off, no doubt that I've escaped them.
Safe.
I turn around, and suddenly he's there. His scarred face haunts me. A scream builds in my mouth, but I can't produce the courage to make a single sound.
"Goodbye, Annabeth."
I'm pushed. I feel the wind rush through my hair. His face smiling from the window.
Black.
My life consists of black.
AN: Just a short little intro! Review! Favorite! Alert! Whatever! Chapter one will get here faster. (:
