Annabeth's POV

It had been 4 years since I had seen him.

I was 20 now, and I haven't seen him since the big fight when we were 16.

~~Flashback~~

It was just another typical camp day.

Me and Percy were just walking down the beach, hand in hand. We were smiling and laughing at this old and stupid joke. I don't know why I found it funny, I guess it was just the way Seaweed Brain said it. Anyways, we were just walking down the beach, laughing and talking. Percy seemed more tense then usual .I didn't notice until it was too late.

"Annabeth, come with me." Percy said. I smiled and let him lead me down the beach. We stopped at the edge of the water and he sat me down. Our toes were in the water slightly, wetting our shoes slightly. He looked over at me and studied me carefully.

"What?" I asked, embarrassed. He smiled a little.

"Nothing." His smile faded. "But we really need to talk." He shuffled a bit, then continued. "I think…I think…Godsdammit! Why can't I say this!" He stood up and paced for a few minutes. I stood up and stopped him in his path. He rolled his head back, looking pissed.

"You're different now." I said, barely audible. He rolled his head again, then looked at me. "Percy, you have a bad attitude lately. You are pushing every kid you see. Even those with problems!" He rolled his eyes, then his head again. He looked bored, but hot at the same time. "And you are Percy again when you are with me." He smiled a little at that. "You make me laugh, but away…" I sighed. "You look different too. Your hair, you cut It so you have that hair sticking up over your forehead. You not only look different, but you are different. And I can't live like this anymore. I'm sorry." And with that, I walked away.

~~End Flashback~~

I sighed and continued running. So much had changed since that day, four years ago. I leaned up against a tree to catch my breath. A twig snapped near me, and I jumped. I caught a glint of a knife, and I took off running again.

I should probably explain why I'm running.

See, 4 days ago, me and my friends, Andy, Cody, John, Susan, and me went on a vacation here. It's a lone island, we were the only ones there. We thought. When we were at the beach, Andy was walking down the beach when he heard a scream. He ran right into the trap. He was killed by multiple stabs to the head. There was a killer on the island. Everyone was dead. All my friends died in different, but dangerous ways. Anyways, I was the only survivor. It turns out John was the killer, and he was out to get me. I was on the lone side, wild side of the island. In about a 16-hour drive, you can reach a tourist city. I was far from there.

Anyways, I was running through the forest, the assassin was on my tail. I was tired. I had been running for 18 hours. I reached a clearing, and ran into the trap. Just as I stepped into a small hole, a rope caught my foot and pulled me up.

"Well well well." A man said. As he stepped out of the shadows, I saw his face. It was John alright, but had a scar running down his cheek. Susan gave him that. The thought of her brought tears to my eyes. John smirked and held his knife in front of him. He set the side of the blade on the cheek.

"Fresh meat." He muttered, then smiled.

Percy's POV

I hopped into my silver car and slipped on my sunglasses with a big smile on my face. I came here for a vacation, and lately, I had been driving out of the city and heading towards the forest. I was driving for days, just exploring the island. It was huge. I smiled even bigger as I thought of my vacation, alone for the week. I drove faster. I heard a song on the radio, one from when I was 16. It was called "Dancing With Tears In My Eyes" by Ke$ha. Man, this chick was amazing. I put it louder and sung along. When it said "I'm losing the love of my life." My smiled faded. After a few more bars, I turned it off. It reminded me of Annabeth. I remembered that afternoon, and felt my hair. It had grown back to long, and I as nice to kids. I guess I was going through a stage then.

But she had never come back.

I haven't seen her since that day.

I sighed and tried to shake her out of my mind. "Dinosaur" by Ke$ha came on. Oh yeah, I had put her CD in the drive. I smirked at my stupidness and slammed down on the gas, whooping the whole time.

I had been driving for an hour when I heard it.

A scream.

Loud and clear.

I pulled over to the side of the gravel road turned off my car. The person screamed again. I hopped out of the car and ran into the forest. The scream came again, and I picked up my pace. Suddenly, I tripped over a shoe. I gulped and ran again.

After a few minutes, I came to a clearing. There was blood all over the floor, and another shoe was on the floor. I picked the bloody shoe up slowly. I was too late. I heard a cry of pain behind me and whipped around. There was a girl on the floor, bleeding from multiple places. I ran up to her and looked her over. Her hands were bloody, and she had a gash on he cheek and her forehead. Her stomach was bleeding, and she was covered in blood. I tried to ask her what happened, but I was interrupted by someone.

"More meat! Good. Hopefully you shed less blood then her." Someone said. I turned around and saw a man holding a bloody knife. He had hurt her, and , judging by the dry and chipping blood on it, he had killed more. I felt sudden rage inside of me. I stood up and started to ask him why he did it, but he slashed at me. That's when my ADHD kicked in. I dodged his slash and dove down, grapping his legs, and dragging him down. Like I thought, he slashed at my arm, but I twisted it around and stabbed his leg with his own knife. He yelled in pain, and I quickly ran to the girl.

"Get up." I said, but she didn't move. I heard the man grunt and try to get up.

"NOW!" I yelled, but she didn't budge. I picked her up bridal style, and ran to my car. I opened the door and layed her down in the backseat. Her breathing was slow and shallow. I hopped into the front seat and put it in gas. I heard a bellow of rage, then a snapping sound that I hoped was his leg.

When we were a safe distance from the forest, I couldn't help but ask her.

"Who was that?"
She wiped her tears, making the rims of her eyes bloody. She sighed shakily.

"I'm sorry. I can't talk about it." She whispered. I nodded.

"We'll go to my hotel room. You can camp there for the night. We'll decide what to do in the morning." I said. She nodded gratefully, then sat up, wincing in pain. I looked in the mirror, then met her eyes.

Her startling grey eyes.