"Percy! Stop joking around! I'm serious!" Hissed Annabeth. "I'm serious. It's all good. Just chill out, Annabeth!" Replied Percy, still recovering from the corny joke he had made about the god of jackals. "I can't chill out, Percy! A god is here! Do you know what this means?" Interrogated Annabeth. "Um, not really, no." Replied Percy. "It means they are either a threat, or an ally." Said Annabeth dryly. "Ally? What is this, the Hunger Games?" Joked percy. "No, it's war. The Giant War. And don't joke about the Hunger Games," said Annabeth. "Aw, c'mon. You know that's not-" "Real? That's what you would've said about Greek gods five years ago" said Annabeth darkly. But I'll tell you that story later. Anyway, Annabeth suddenly stood up. "She went into the ladies' room. I'll follow her, you keep an eye on the god," said Annabeth. "Just be careful. Zeus knows what they're capable of." Annabeth nodded and wrapped her fingers tightly around her knife. She stalked into the bathrooms ordinarily. She opened the door and checked behind it, just in case of sly enemies. There didn't seem to be anybody else in the bathroom until She saw the red-highlighted-haired girl fixing her hair in the mirrors. The girl saw her, too, apparently, because her face turned white. She closed her eyes, as if concentrating very hard, and pulled something- a staff and a boomerang?- out of thin air. She said,"I don't know who you are, but you know too much. Take that knife or whatever out of your dress or I'll-" she was cut off by Annabeth. "Or what? You'll take me to the outback, or something? Boomerang me to death? Look, Red, I'm not here to hurt you. I want our cooperation. An alliance, you could say." the girl's eyes narrowed. "Who are you? Who else would I be cooperating with?" "I'm a-" BANG! Annabeth and the girl both turned their heads to the source of the ear splitting noise, which seemed to be but a few feet away from the door of the girl's room. Both of the girls struck a defensive pose, one with a knife, the other with the staff and boomerang, not very effective, in Annabeth's opinion, but the girl held them like they were as dangerous as boomerangs. Suddenly, there was another sound, but this one was a scream. A boy's scream. Percy's scream.
Author's Note:
What do you think? Review please! I'm new at this, so no haters but please tell me if you think I could do anything better. Oh and my cliffhanging skills come from three years of Rick Russell Riordan's torture/writing. *cough* Mark of Athena *cough*