Annabeth was just about done with life. Between fighting off all those horrid creatures, and trying to find enough food to, y'know, survive, she'd been running herself ragged. She was young, she was supposed to be carefree, not fighting for her life. But no, because of her stupid stepmother and deadbeat of a dad she was out on the streets, an unwanted castaway that smelt vaguely of rancid lettuce. She was just so sick and tired of everything going wrong.
The can she had been taking her anger out on skid across the grimy pavement after a particularly forceful kick. She stormed after it, not content with a sole jab at the tin container. Before she could slam her pathetic excuse for a shoe against it yet again, she heard whispering coming from just around the bend. With few places to hide she ducks behind a smattering of rotting crates, gagging slightly.
One breath, two breaths, and the whispers die down, exchanging themselves for footsteps. Annabeth's can all but feel the cold climbing up her spine. They grow closer until they're but feet away and she searches wildly through her bag for her make shift weapon.
If she goes out, she'll go out kicking and screaming with her hammer as a weapon. But she sure as hell isn't about to roll over in surrender.
just a short runaway Annabeth. was going to make it longer but honestly all my energy went into celebrating one of the most amazingest characters being added to Young Justice for its third season and subsequently panicking because they'll screw her over and Stephanie Brown has been screwed over too many times. oh and it's like two am.