He sat up on a makeshift bed. Sweating.
That dream again. He thought to himself as he ran shaky fingers through his hair. He observed his surroundings. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose trying block out the impending headache.
Please. Stop. My son's in the hospital.
He bit back a curse. This is insane. He thought. He stood up letting the sheets fall to the floor. His half naked body was barely visible, with only the light of the moon entering through a small opening in the wall. He went to the little table sitting on the corner and got a glass of water. He gulped the glass' contents, relishing the cool feel of the water to his throat. After the glass was empty he walked back to his makeshift bed, where a mirror hung on the wall right next to it. He stared at his reflection. Dull and lifeless sea green eyes stared back at him. He laughed bitterly, the sound hurting his throat.
I was born to be like this, right?
He plopped down his bed and put his arm over his eyes. He tried to sleep.
But maybe Sleep doesn't pity him too.
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Annabeth Chase was a beauty. Well, she was if she wasn't in front of her laptop, stress evident on her face and clearly out of ideas as she was just clicking on the space button, over and over again. It might be days since she last faced a mirror. At the morning, she wake up, take a bath and dress up without looking at the mirror. She even tend to forget to take her breakfast. Her desk full of papers, scattered. Her gray eyes staring intently at the screen.
She read through the passage she wrote. Oh gods, Piper would flip if she heard about how she's skipping breakfast for almost three days. Why was she assigned on this article anyways? How her life sucks. She took up a double major at architecture and journalism and at 20, she graduated as valedictorian of their batch. How she does it? She trust in her genes. Her mom, Athena Chase, graduated college at 15 and now is well-known Women's Rights Advocate.
She groaned and took a little glance at the digital clock on her laptop.
4:12 AM
Only two hours left until work. How would Rachel react if she pass on a one paragraph article? She prayed the gods she would be filled with knowledge about this thief. But, how would that be possible? Even the LAPD don't have enough knowledge about this man to put up a wanted poster. She sighed again. And tried to type whatever words she sees fit but her mind betrayed her and puts her into a deep sleep.
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Piper Mclean stood outside her bestfriend's door for four hours. How could this happen? Annabeth was never late for work. Their work at the international newspaper, Hermes' Bulletin, was the most tiring but, Annabeth seemed to love the work. The girl was too stubborn to accept the offer of the biggest architect company in Los Angeles. She said she want to land a job on her own, not under the shadows of her mother, who was, by golly, a very genius woman.
She banged on the door of the apartment again.
No answer, huh?
She was never a fan of waiting so with all her might, she kicked to door open. Huh, that was easy.
She went inside and saw her bestfriend's passed out form on her desk, a word document left unfinished. Piper felt pity for the blonde haired girl. She was unfortunate to have been given this task. She blamed Rachel for that. Yeah, the girl might be the next Helen Thomas but heck, this story was an exception! Even her boyfriend, an investigator at LAPD, can't seem to know the whereabouts of this missing heir and by the looks of Annabeth, she can't find any leads either. She debated whether to wake her up or to let her sleep.
She decided on the former.
"Hey, Annabeth." She whispered as she tapped her shoulder slightly.
Annabeth moved and groaned and mutter '5 seconds' and never opened her eyes. Piper knew Annabeth's tired (She felt tired too) but their job's on the line and their bills and their lives. So she shook Annabeth.
"W-what?!" Annabeth wide awake now, said.
"Uhhh…. Pipes, is this a dream or you're really inside my apartment." Annabeth said, confused as she stood up and shut down her laptop.
"This is not a dream and yes, I'm in your apartment and I'm sorry I kicked your door." Piper said as she dusted her dress.
""That's ok- Wait. WHAT!?" Annabeth stared wide eyed at the door. It's blown off at it's hinges!
"And, did you save your work? 'Cause you just shut down your laptop." Piper pointed.
"OH NO! Oh no. No, no, no, no, no!" Annabeth hurriedly turned on her laptop only to find her work unsaved. She facepalmed and pinched the bridges of her nose.
"Ummm…I hate to break it to you, but, could you get the bath going? 'Cause it's already quarter to eleven." Piper said as she went on a beanbag and sat down. This is nice! I should probably buy one. She thought. Annabeth glanced at her wall clock.
She muttered a curse and hurriedly went to the bathroom. She then stripped naked and went in the shower, cursing when she forgot to turn on the heat.
"Well," Piper shouted to Annabeth, "this is the first time I've seen you act so…un-Annabeth!" Piper chuckled.
"Shut up! And what's that even supposed to mean!" Annabeth shouted back.
Well, this isn't her lucky day. Or is it?
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A/N: So, this is my shot at long stories. . I just wanted to thank. Rosekie for the idea. Oh, sorry for the grammatical error it's kinda short and I'm sorry for that. It's just the prologue, anyways. Reviews and constructive criticism is appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Percy Jackson series. Just the story plot though.