I realize that a bunch of people are doing this. You know, creating chapters of what they think will happen. But I just can't wait any longer! Rick Riordan, why must you kill me with cliff-hangers? (horrible pun intended) WARNING, SPOILER ALERT, IF YOU HAVE NOT READ MARK OF ATHENA DO NOT READ THIS. And if you haven't read it, don't hate me but shame on you. Now I shall type!

Disclaimer- I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus, Mark of Athena, or any dignity when it comes to waiting for a book.

Percy

The wind was Percy's greatest enemy. Not the rocks, or falling cars, no Percy dodged those easily. Even the complete darkness was bearable. The problem was that the wind was invisible, stronger than a drakon, and was impossible to beat.

And it was pulling him from Annabeth.

It was like the wind was saying, "Yeah, I know you made a promise but how about slamming into this rock?" Percy clung to her hand. "We're staying together. You're not getting away from me. Never again." That had been his promise. He was going to keep it, no matter what. Even if the stupid wind was trying to kill him.

He had almost lost her to many times to count. He had even gone on a quest to save her (and Artemis) from the Titan Atlas. Once, on Olympus he had though she was going to fall over the edge and he had clung to her hand like it was his life source. Only then he had had Grover to help him out.

Percy felt a pain in his throat. Grover, Camp Half-Blood, not getting killed. Man, we're those good memories. Stop, he told himself. Percy couldn't think of this now. He needed to figure out a plan to get to the Doors of Death and, more importantly, how he and Annabeth could stay alive. But how could they stay alive when, this is where monsters go to die? Percy decided not to think about it. He gripped her hand reassuringly. She squeezed back.

Then he saw the bottom. He weighed his options. There was a ledge coming up in about 100 feet. Percy could lunge for it, but then he would probably dislocate his shoulder, or just tear it straight out of the socket. So, that was a bad idea. They could slam down on their feet but, no. Annabeth had a broken ankle. Another bad idea. The ground was coming up fast. He twisted himself so that he could catch her when he got down first, but the wind had other plans.

The wind suddenly changed corse, and made him do a half flip so that his back was towards the ground. Annabeth was being pulled in the opposite direction, but she threw down some... string? Why would he need string? Finnaly, Percy realized that he could tie it around himself so that he could stay with her. Gods, was his girlfriend smart. He fastened it around himself and he felt a jerk come from the string. Please, don't break. I can't be away from her. Please, don't break. He prayed silently to every god he knew, ok, every god that liked him.

He landed with a thud. Luckily, he wasn't hurt. How that was possible, he didn't know. And wasn't the trip to Tartarus supposed to take 9 days? Percy stopped thinking about it, he had more pressing matters to deal with.

First of all, it was dark. Percy took out his pen and uncapped it. Thefaint glow of celestial bronze slightly lightened the room. He was in a cylinder like room that went so high, he couldn't even see a prick of sunshine from the gigantic hole he had fallen through which he knew was far, far, far, far, far above. The ground was dry, grey rock. Just rock. It was choppy and uneven so basically like a cave, like a sewer corridor, like the Labyrinth. Percy took in other facts from around him.

His backpack, which he was now very glad he had taken, had broken his fall. He knew that nothing was breakable in there. Then Percy saw Arachne flailing around in her own death trap. He was just about to get up and beat that dumb, selfish, infuriating spider to a pulp when, wham!

His girlfriend landed on top of him.

"Ow", he moaned.

"Sorry, Percy" she muttered with her face right next to his. She slumped down, all the energy drained out of her.

Arachne shot a web at the tangled mess of demigods. Percy rolled sideways with Annabeth still on top of him to avoid the web. She still wasn't moving.

"Annabeth!" Percy yelled, but Annabeth had already passed out.

Percy untied the string that connected him to Annabeth and went up to the spider, hoping to distract, and kill it.

"You really shouldn't have done that." He said.

"Done what?" the spider questioned.

Percy was right next to the spider now, but she hadn't attacked yet. She was bidding her time. Percy knew that this was Tartarus, the place where monsters go to wait untill they resurface. He also knew that she would probably be invincible but Percy had only one thing on his mind. Kill the stupid spider.

"If there's one thing you should never, ever do, it's scare my Annabeth" Percy growled, getting ready to launch.

"Wait! I am Arachne! Feared by all! Besides, this is Tartarus! You cannot defeat me here!"

True, but Percy really couldn't give Apollo's red sacred cows. He just knew he wanted that spider to hurt for what it had done to Annabeth.

"I have news for you lady" Percy said getting closer to the spider. "I don't care if you are immortal, I don't care if you can't die. I just know that you won't be here much longer, weather out of pain or death."

Percy lunged and slashed the spider's head of. She schreiked and disappeared. She had probably been sent to a different part of Tartarus, which was good. Now Percy knew that the monsters weren't invisible, fully. They were just sent away, hopefully joining the mortal world up above. No, that wasn't good. Some other demigod might die. Ugh, why can't he just have a normal life, instead of having to worry about monsters and their jacked up regenerations?

Percy walked back to Annabeth. His chest still hurt from where she had fallen on him, but he would never hold something like that against Annabeth. He took off his backpack and searched for ambrosia. He found a square and gently fed her. He felt her forehead every alternating bite he gave her. He hoped she wouldn't burn up from the food. After two squares, he decided that was enough and he put her head on his backpack and stroked her hair. Partially to feel her forehead temperature and partially to feel reassurance from knowing she was there.

Why did everything always have to happen to them? Why couldn't they get a break? Should he have let go? Should he have waited? A million questions jumped around in his head. Part of him knew that they didn't really have a choice, the doors had to be opened. And, even though she didn't know it, she had already been slipping though his fingers before he let go. Now, he couldn't have had that. Nobody was more important to him than Annabeth. He still wondered though... Would she be happy that he let go, or would she scold him? What would they do? They didn't know where to go, what to look for. Kinda like the Labryinth, except they at least had a goal. Percy shuddered as he thought of something else. All those enimies from the Titan war, from the Labyrinth, from that cruise ship. All down here, waiting for revenge. Percy's life officially sucked. Besides the fact that he was with his girlfriend, Annabeth.

But even worse, 15 minutes went by, no sign from her. He was starting to get worried, needless to say. Some of the color had come back to her face, and she had a pulse, but she was still unconscious. Percy decided that he had no other choice. He had to give her more ambrosia. He stuffed it into her mouth. "Please, wake up." he whispered. "Come on Annabeth" He shook her. Finally, after 25 minutes of waiting, looking around the black, stony cylinder of doom, she woke up.

I updated it because I didn't like one part so. POOF! It is gone! Please comment.