I promise, not all future chapters will be this negative and dark. Just give it a chance and stuff.

-chap 1-

Annabeth

Annabeth kept her eyes closed and tried to shift her weight a bit. There wasn't anything to see anyway. The room was pitch black. How long hand she been here? Three days? Maybe four? It was hard to tell how much time had passed and she didn't know the schedule on which her jailors brought her meals or interrogated her. She had of course trained for this. Everyone who went through the Barn trained for this occasion. The most troubling part was that they had caught her on her way home. That meant that they knew what her real identity was. The sound of a key turning in a lock stirred her up. The door opened and blinding light burned her eyes. Annabeth closed her eyes tightly and averted her gaze.

Combat boots thudded as men entered the room. "So Special Agent. What is Camp Half blood? Where is it?" A man asked. Was that a Scandinavian accent? Or a German? Or was it something different entirely? She allowed an internal sigh. She was just to tired to think clear. "I have no idea what you are talking about.", she lied with a low voice. "We know you no longer work for

the CIA. What is Camp Half blood?" "CIA?" Annabeth asked trying to sound confused. "You think I work for the CIA?" Something whistled through the air and Annabeth instinctively turned away just as something that felt like a leather belt slashed across her face. She groaned out in pain and felt

blood running down the side of her face. "Listen you little Bitch. Time is running out for us so if you don't start telling us the things we want to know we'll make you sing." Annabeth chuckled mirthlessly as the pain slowly ebbed off. "I thought you knew who I am? Do you really think a CIA field agent will tell you anything? You've been trying to beat me up for days now and it hasn't worked."

"So you admit to being CIA?" The voice pressed. "Negative, I'm a neat Popsicle." The voice sighed: "Your lack of cooperation is regrettable. Perhaps you would be more willing to talk if we bring in Mathew and Conner Chase." "No!" Annabeth gasped. She heard a few men chuckled at her

outburst. "Well well. Are you ready to talk now and tell us something we can verify?" Annabeth fell silent again. What ever happened, even if they did bring in her younger brothers Annabeth wouldn't talk. She would hate herself for it but there was no way she would ever tell them what they wanted to know. What did she have to lose? She was dead anyway. "Not talking. I guess we will have to reunite you with your brothers. In the mean time we can help you pass the time."

Annabeth could hear the hidden anger in the voice, the suppressed frustration. For a moment she asked herself why they didn't use truth serum. It wasn't a guarantee but it would certainly improve their chances of getting something out of her. "Boys, she's all yours." The voice said and she heard one of the men walk off. "Oi mates, you erd him. She is a beautiful thing too." Worry spread in Annabeth, were they going to do to her what she thought they were going to do to her? She felt the shackles around her wrists being removed and eminently tried to fight back, to do anything. However she was just to week, too exhausted. "Hey stop." She gasped as she felt herself being bowed over. Someone tore down her jeans.

-line breaker-

Annabeth was lying on the cold concrete floor in the fetal position, her breath coming in low painful gasps. Her breath came in low pants. Her entire body hurt and she was to weak to even cry. Her training had taught her how to deal with pain and exhaustion but she hadn't been ready for that.

Being utterly helpless as they passed her around. For the first time Annabeth wished she was dead.

After hours someone finally brought her food. Somehow the old fire came to life inside her. The will to survive and in a huge effort she managed to drag herself to the plate and forced down whatever they had given her.

Over the next few days her jailors actions towards her changed. Not for the better. To Annabeth it felt as if her captors didn't need her really anymore and only kept her to pass the time. Sure enough she had gotten more visitors. She didn't even try to resist anymore. She only let it happen, her mind far far way in a happier place. In her private moments she found herself whispering the same words over and over again, as if to remind herself to a long past shadow. "Special Agent Annabeth Chase. Service number 06121996...Special Agent Annabeth Chase Service number 06121996... Special Agent Annabeth Chase. Service number 06121996..."

What had to be a week later when Annabeth jerked awake when the entire room shook. She wasn't even in the cell anymore. They didn't even bother to tie her up anymore. Both her legs were broken. Even if they weren't she wouldn't have been strong enough to go anywhere. She was lying on a pool table, rolled up to the ball. Had they already left? Annabeth had lost track of time...track of everything really. Once again the room shook as if somewhere close-by something was exploding. Bombs...something in the back of her mind noted. This should have interested her but she just lay there, her eyes closed. She heard mens voices, her captors and tormentors yelling in panic. More explosions shook the world and she felt dust raining down on her. Than another explosion...this time much smaller and closer. Then the shooting began mixed with males voices yelling in English. She couldn't understand what was being said though. The sound of full automatic weapons stuttering away. She also recognized the sound of shooting AK-47.

Was there a shootout going on? Annabeth tried to concentrate, tried to keep track of things going on, tried to pull herself out of this never ending numbness. Grenades went off somewhere and more gunfire. Bright flashes of light that she could see even through her closed eyelids went off somewhere around her. Only when someone grabbed her by her hair and dragged her over the top of the table did she manage to shake herself out of her daze. Someone pulled her against him like a human shield, a strong arm wrapped around her throat.

She forced her self to open her eyes and ignore how much the light stung in her eyes. She was still in the main room. The walls were dark concrete and there were small tables spread out through the room with bottles on them. However what drew her attention were the dark shapes coming through the entrance. They were armed and she could make out blue lazers pointing through the air. The man holding her yelled something that she didn't understand and then she felt the cold muzzle of a gun pressing against her temple. There was still shooting somewhere in the building but not here.

Shooting and more yelling.

One of the dark figures also yelled something. Her captor also started but was cut short by a gunshot. The person holding her went limp and the arm around her neck slackened. Annabeth's knees gave away and once again she hit the floor. A moment later gloved hands turned her on her back and a flashlight blinded her. She felt her torso propped up in a loose embrace. "Agent Chase, can you hear me?" A man, probably the person holding her yelled. She could understand what they were saying...

Annabeth tried to say yes. Say anything. "I think its her. She's so bruised up that its hard to tell." "Shut up." The first man yelled back. Slowly she could make out a head wearing a helmet, combat goggles and a mask. The man pulled up his goggles and she looked into a pair of Sea green eyes. "Ma'am, US Navy Seals. We are bringing you home." Home? Annabeth had to think hard for a moment before she remembered what the word meant. She tried to speak. "Hey, take it easy Agent. We've got you." She was scooped up into a pair of arms. "Foxtrot alpha to Eden. Package secured. I repeat, we have secured the package." He seemed to listen on something on his radio. "Yes sir! Ricko, call in exvil. We are moving out." He yelled.

Annabeth felt the man laying her over his shoulders which under normal circumstances would have embarrassed her. She was quite sure that she wasn't wearing anything. The shooting around her had stopped but men were still yelling around her. Annabeth could tell that they were moving fast as

she was carried up flights of latters. Then light. Annabeth shut her eyes tightly from the blazing sun. Ice cold hair bit at her skin and she heard snow crunching under the boots of the man carrying her. Was it snowing?

Then she heard it. The thundering of a helicopter closing on them. Snow flex around in a whirlwind from the rotor wash. The last thing she saw before darkness claimed her was Rotor blades spinning across her field of vision.

So, I just had to to write a Percy Jackson fanfiction again.

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Winter Wolf over and out.