Hey, everyone. This is my first PJO story I have ever done. I hope you guys like the idea. Criticism is always welcome. I have a rough draft of the plot so I will probably be able to update soon, but if you guys have any suggestions… go ahead. Here is the first chapter to The Girl with The Traveling Mind.

Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan and therefore do not own any of the characters you see here.

I am alone

I am trapped, dead, an experiment

I am like a caged animal

They will never let me escape

escape…escape…ESCAPE...ESCAPE

The Guard POV

The guard heard screaming. He peered through the window and looked in the room. Her room. There…laying on the cold white floor was the girl. Blonde curls cascade down her back. Unmoving and trapped in her own thoughts he supposed. But this time was different. She was sure the mystery of the facility. Around 150 guards, all for her and just her. No guard was able to spend more than 10 minutes with her at a time. He didn't know why and he didn't plan on finding out. The girl was a secret. She was intelligent...too intelligent. She was cunning. And she was powerful. Powerful in a way that shouldn't have been humanly possible.

And her eyes, those eyes that he saw so little were stone-cold grey...they showed no emotion. No way to guess what was going on in her brain. She was calm. Oh, but he knew, he knew what she was capable of. She was deception herself. Her calm was a facade. The tranquility dissipated as soon as she pulled you into her mind. He didn't know how she did it. But he knew that her mind were a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. A screaming banshee making him feel exactly what she was feeling. Darkness, isolation, insanity. She was a contradiction. She was the calm. She was the storm. She was the chaos. And now she was awake with a vendetta, screaming one word…Escape.

"Miss! Are you okay? Miss?" the guard exclaimed, "Answer me! I demand you answer me!" The guard walked inside her small and plain room. The walls were a clean sheet of white, with everything inside neat and orderly. But the guard knew better. He knew what chaos this girl could cause. Oh, he knew! He knew the monster lurking behind those eyes. But was she the monster? Who was the monster? Who was the monster? He asked again…once more before things would turn into a disaster. He questioned, "Miss? Please answer. Are you okay? Stop this nonsense, snap out of it!"

You know the answer

You know what I am, and you know what I am feeling.

I am showing you now.

You feel my thoughts. You see the layer of sweat on my body.

You know what he does to me. You know the pain I feel.

But here you are, asking if I am ok.

Am I ok? ANSWER ME

AM I OK!?

The Girl POV

The girl knew he could hear her. She was indeed inside his brain and contorting his thoughts already. She knew what he was feeling. Fear. And now he knew every grueling thought of her mind as well. He felt her pain. She knew what would happen now…it was only a matter of time.

"GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!", the guard screamed once more. She could hear his thoughts. She was just messing with him now. Messing with him before she carried out her plan that she has had for oh so long. Too long. She focused on those small bones in his neck. Creaking them slightly so the man knew what was coming. Focusing her mind on the one spot that would end his life, she increased the pressure. Increasing. And with one snap of her fingers…the guard was dead. Laying on the cold floor where she was laying not too long ago either.

He was dead. Irrelevant now. As the girl reached down to close her victim's eyes, she thought of the thing she had become. The thing he made her. She should not have been able to do that. She was not a monster. She was just a girl. An innocent girl. Not anymore, she thought. He took that away from you the moment you entered this horrid place. She shook her head of those thoughts. She was wasting valuable time. She needed to escape without causing too much pain to the people who watched her. They played no part in the game. She may be a freak, but she was not a stone-cold killer. At least, tried not to be.

The girl ran through the corridors of the building. Every corridor the same. No life. No death…yet. And all that sickly color white she hated. Why couldn't it just be green or something, she inquired. Focus!

The hallways just kept twisting and turning. More guards…swipe! They were gone just like that with the simple flick of her hand. A thing of the past. Just like her living normal life. To live…what a thought. She spotted the exit. More guards ran her way, but they should know better by now. With another flick, they flew over her head and down the hall in the opposite direction. Probably all dead.

Am I living?

Am I dead?

Would I rather be living or dead?

For I am just numb.

She strolled to the door and casually disengaged the security system needing not to worry about anything anymore. She was free. Free from the chains wrapped tightly around her body.

One more step

I am finally free

Freedom… what a word

But am I?

With that, she pushed open the door and ran. Faster than she had in her entire life. Not that I have had the opportunity anyways, she supposed. Taking a turn into the forest, she ran and ran for hours and hours until she collapsed of exhaustion.

Tiredness…it has been so long since I have been

…tired.

It is nice.

Resting in a meadow somewhere deep in the forest, she finally let her mind decompress as she fell into a long deserved slumber.

-Δ-

His POV

A bloodied guard stumbled into his office. His arm seemed dislocated, and his head was covered in the thick red substance called blood. Whose office? His… as the man that was behind it all. All, as in the pain and misery trapped inside the girl. But he did not know that, as she was only his property.

"Sir, she has escaped" the guard muttered, "She has killed all of the guards, all 150 of them. I am the only survivor, sir."

The old man just sat and calmly looked the guard straight in the eye. He looked straight into those terrified bloodshot eyes. He stared at them with his own, his own eyes of startling gold. He was not surprised. He expected this day to come. He knew he couldn't keep the girl in this prison forever. But now that it has actually happened, the old man did not know what to think. All he knew was that she would need to be tracked down with a fresh and ignorant group of young men. The slate needed to wiped clean and renewed.

With that thought, the man carefully got out the revolver hanging loosely around his hips. The guard, half dead already, gave a last effort to save his expendable life.

"Sir! Mr. Kronos! Please sir, please! Don't!" the guard gave one final effort to escape his doom. The pleading went unnoticed by Kronos. Irrelevant. But with one quick shot, the scared guard was dead. Time to order the new draft of men, Kronos thought. With the revolver still in his hand, he contemplated his life up to this moment.

She was born. Born from the womb of Athena and Frederick Chase. But she was never theirs. They were irrelevant, and therefore murdered. He murdered them himself. Murdered his own blood, all for their tiny child. But the child was the key. The child was his. All his. A gift from chaos herself that was bestowed for him and him only. Annabeth Chase. The most exceptional person to ever come in contact with the world. Not one like her. She was capable of destroying the Earth with just a thought in her head. She was dangerous. She was his weapon. His own pride and joy. She needed him. The world needed him, because without him...this girl would soon destroy the planet. This girl that was so important for his plan. She was his property. His prized experiment. She was his...

his,

his,

his,

his.

But now…she was gone.

Alright… first chapter done! Hope it is ok. Any criticism is welcome! And what does Kronos have to do with this? Where does Percy fit in?

-T.T.I.H.H