A/N: This is my 1st PJO fanfic, please R&R. Constructive criticism appreciated!!
Disclaimer: I am flattered that you asked, but no, unfortunately, I do not own PJO, otherwise, I would not be writing fanfics for the series (this is my disclaimer for the whole story).
* I also do not own any of the songs/ lyrics that I may chose!
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I fought a war to walk a gang plank
Into a life I left behind
Windows leading to the past
Think it's time I broke some glass
Get this history off my mind
And what if we were married forever?
Like the past never happened
And time did not exist for us at all
I still think we'd still be traveling together
Through all kinds of weather
Everything's a piece of everyone
As far as I can see
Walls are caving in
Doors got locked for sure
But I see these doors have keys
~Jack's Mannequin – Caves
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It has been three years since Olympus' defeat. Many things have changed since that day…
The gods on Olympus are no more. The ones that remain are enslaved by the titans, some have disappeared completely. The whereabouts of some of the gods are unbeknownst. Zeus is forced to carry Atlas' burden, the weight of the world. Oceanus has once again regained control of the sea. Poseidon is presumed dead, but nothing is ever certain in this new era. The same goes for the demigods, few are still left alive. And the ones that are, well, they are being hunted down by Kronos' minions…
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Annabeth Chase landed on her feet, panting, with Nico di Angelo and Connor Stoll behind her. The three then took off through the alleyways of what used to be New York City. They managed to run about 100 feet or so until the building behind them exploded, sending shrapnel flying through the sky like missiles. She ducked and covered her head in an attempt to shield her body from the debris. When the smoggy smoke cleared, Annabeth shakily stood up, brushing herself off. She was bleeding from various scratches from the escapade, but was otherwise unscathed. Connor and Nico were the same. Suddenly, the screeching sound of sirens blared behind them.
"Come on! Let's go!" Annabeth shouted.
With Nico and Connor behind her, the trio once again resumed their mission. Annabeth turned a sharp right, trying to evade what she knew was coming behind her. New York, well, now it was known as New Titania, was a monstrous place to live (ha-ha). Life was not very pleasant for a small group of renegade demigods who were trying to destroy the new government.
After various twists and turns through the alleyways, Annabeth and company arrived at a decrepit old building in what used to be a hotel. If you gazed at it carefully, you could see that it was once a fine building, but it was now charred and a reminder of the Olympians' loss. They scurried around the back of the building, to where one side was covered by several wooden planks. Connor pushed them aside, revealing a dark hole, and the three of them entered their hideout.
Nico shone a flashlight that had been procured during one of their missions in the room. In the lobby of the hotel, there was a damp and musty aroma. You could hear rats scurrying around and see toppled and charred furniture. Connor walked behind the old concierge's desk and opened a door that led to the cellar. His hand fumbled for the wall and felt for a light switch. The light bulb made a buzzing noise and flickered on. They then proceeded to walk down the stairs.
The basement was the center of the few remaining demigod's headquarters. It was top secret. The hotel's basement was rather large, but only a small portion was used by the Demigods. A light bulb was hanging from the center of the room. The walls of the room were made of cement, which caused the basement to be perpetually cool. Pushed against one side of the wall was an ugly orange couch that had a hole in one of its corners and was leaking stuffing. It was hideous, but it served its purpose. Two girls, Thalia and Clarisse, were sitting in the room. Their heads snapped up from a conversation. They were seated on folding chairs at a rickety old table in the center of the room.
"Well," Thalia inquired, "How'd it go?"
"Great actually," Nico replied. "We lit up the place with Greek fire, causing an explosion as planned."
"I'm sure we'll hear all about it on the television, 'Crazed guerillas blow up government building!'" Connor exclaimed. Everyone laughed. The news was always broadcasting their evilness to the world along with a picture of the suspected criminals with a considerable reward sum posted at the bottom. But hey, that was just the way life was for the "ImPercinators," as their group was called. Clarisse coined the term after their friend Percy. No one really talked about him much anymore.
After the fall of Olympus, Kronos and his followers methodically went about New York incinerating all buildings where, supposedly, the Demigods and their defeated army were hiding. One of the buildings they burned was Percy's apartment complex. He had run in there to save his family, but never returned. That was almost three years ago.
Annabeth always got into one of her glum moods when she was reminded of Percy and the other fallen heroes; Travis Stoll, Malcolm, Percy, and many others. Basically, if you were not part of the ImPercinators, you were either dead, missing, or sucked into the new government. But, in her heart, Annabeth never gave up on the hopes of seeing Percy again. He was, as of this moment, her biggest, "What if?"
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A/N: Soo…what did you guys think? A little gloomy huh? I actually sort of like it. Who's looking forward to the PJO movie? It looks pretty good, but what I don't understand is: why is Annabeth a brunette?? Please review w/ your thoughts on the story, my song choice, and the upcoming movie! ---