ANNABETH

Annabeth held onto Percy for dear life. After all this she was not letting him go now.

She didn't know how long they had been tumbling through this endless pit, and she didn't know if they would ever stop.

She started to brush the webs and debris out of his shiny black hair. Cobwebs stuck to her hand, reminding her of her encounter with Arachne. The stupid spider was the only reason she was here right now. She had caused all this to happen. Arachne had to die.

Annabeth didn't care how Arachne died, weather it was from the fall, from Percy, or if Annabeth went up to her and stabbed her in her hairy black butt a million times, she just wanted her to die.

Why can't I be happy? Annabeth thought.

This though had come up a lot since her and Percy had started dating. What they ever did to deserve all this, Annabeth didn't know. It was the one thing she probably never would know. It most likely didn't even have an answer.

A sudden coldness crept up her spine, making her shiver.

"Percy, wake up. I think we're at the bottom."

She tried to shake him awake but she had very little strength. All her energy had been wiped away along with the natural light of the sun. It was so dark in Tartarus. Annabeth could see no more than two feet in front of her. That might be good later on though with all the monsters they were bound to meet.

Suddenly, Percy and Annabeth started to fall faster. She clutched on to Percy's Camp Half-Blood tee-shirt for dear life.

Annabeth couldn't breathe. She wanted to scream but her voice was caught in her throat. She buried her face in Percy's shirt and sobbed.

What did I do to deserve this? She thought.

One of the Italian cars that had fallen into the pit came hurtling towards them. Annabeth didn't know what to do, she screamed Percy's name and finally he opened his eyes.

He pushed Annabeth to the other side of the pit and dove to the opposite side. She wanted him still by her side. She wanted to be out of this deathole. She just wanted to be happy for once.

"Well, what's the fun if that?" Said the cold, sleepy voice of Gaea.

There was a flash of golden light, then her vision went dark.

JASON

Jason ran all over the ship, yelling her name.

She was in trouble and he had to help her.

He could hear her screaming but he couldn't make out the words.

"Piper, where are you?" He yelled.

Jason didn't know what had happened to her, all he knew was he had to help her.

They had already lost Percy and Annabeth; he couldn't bear the thought of losing the one person he truly loved. Piper had always been there for him, he couldn't give up on her. He searched everywhere. The decks, the lounge, all the rooms. He couldn't think of anywhere else she could be.

"Piper!" He called again. "What's wrong?"

"Jason! Help me! Please!" She screamed.

He tried to follow the sound of her voice but it lead him to nothing every time.

Then he heard pounding on a nearby door.

"Piper!" He yelled again.

Sprinting now, he opened every door on the ship until he found the source of the pounding. He opened the door to a small closet. He knew Piper was in there, but when he tugged on the door handle, it wouldn't budge. After a few more tries, he kicked the door down.

He found Piper in mid-scream. She stopped and looked at him then gave him an enormous hug. At least he thought it was a hug.

Then her fingers tightened around his neck and he fell to his knees.