Hey guys, had such a success with Ignorance is Bliss (Love all you Blissers!) And a fair success with Vigilantes (Not as good as Ignorance is Bliss, but it will be soon) that I'm trying out a new fanfic. Tell me if you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series.

Why does copyright laws make me say that? Are they trying to make me cry? :_(

Annabeth's POV:

Annabeth Chase was crying.

Annabeth never cried. Never. Not in a house, not with a mouse. Not with a fox, not in a box. She never cried. She simply refused to, she thought it made her look horribly weak. Not that there was anything wrong with crying, if you had something serious to cry about. The last time Annabeth cried?

Well... she'd have to think about it.

Oh, yes. It was when her birth mother died. But she was a seven-year old child then. Children were allowed to cry, but seventeen year olds like Annabeth weren't allowed to shed the tears. It was against the teenage code, but teenage girls still cried. When a boy broke up with them, when that top they wanted wasn't on sale, when they, well... Teenage girls cried a lot. So much for the teenage code.

Annabeth sat up in her bed and hugged her knees to her chest. Everything else had a counterpart. Socks had shoes. Her father had her step mother. Her twin brothers had each other. Thalia had Luke. Everything had a match, except Annabeth.

And hats.

This was a new low, Annabeth comparing herself to a hat. I guess that's why you never see a happy hat. But when you bought a belt or scarf that really went with a hat, then the hat had a match. And Annabeth would be alone in the world of singles again. Even her porcelain vase had her alarm clock. Everything had a match, everything except Annabeth. And that made Annabeth sad. When you talked to Annabeth's friends, they would describe her as the strong individual of the group. But that's what Annabeth didn't like about her title: Individual.

Why couldn't she and some guy, be the strong duo of the group. Was there something wrong with that? Was she destined to be alone?

She let loose another round of tears at the thought of being alone forever. She was going to be eighteen, she would be getting married soon, and she needed to find her soulmate. But what if she didn't have one? Her parents would marry her off to some random guy. At least she'd have an other half, but with her luck, the belt probabally wouldn't match the hat.

She stumbled over to her bathroom to get ready for the day. She took a look in the mirror. She was glad she didn't wear make-up. Runny make-up probably wouldn't look too good with puffy eyes and red cheeks. What was wrong with her? Why didn't her Prince Charming show up now? Not like right now, right now. Not in her bathroom.

"I am here to take you anyway my lady! Oh! I am so sorry, you must be going through something at the moment. I'll come back later."

And then she'd be alone again.

She took a wash cloth and tried to scrub away the sadness, the misery, the hopelessness. She lifted the warm cloth away from her face, at least she looked better. But she still felt the same. Nobody. The word echoed in her mind, Nobody. It taunted her. Nobody. Nobody. Nobody. You have nobody. Anniebeth has nobody!

Her mind was a cruel jerk.

But her mind was right, she had nobody to love. Nobody to tell her she was loved. Well, she had her family. But they were required to love you, so they didn't count. She looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn't that ugly. Was she too thin? Or too fat? Was she just really that unattractive? She began to cry again, she was killing herself with all these thoughts. She looked back into her mirror, even through the tears she could see herself. A brillant, smart young women, who all the boys weren't good enough for. She saw herself... and something dressed in black creeping up behind her.

She screamed and punched the thing in black in the face. He crumpled to the ground, but shook his head, regaining consciousness quickly. She slipped on the slick bathroom floor and scampered outside and locked it, bracing herself up against the wall. All she had to was call for help and...

Bam!

A gloved fist punched through her bathroom door, just inches from Annabeth's face. Annabeth back away from the bathroom door and pushed her bookshelf towards the door. It fell down midway, dropping some of the books, but it still made a decent blockade. It was a small, but heavy barrier. Annabeth was about to scream for help, when a black handkerchief wrapped itself around her mouth, preventing from making a single sound.

Someone was trying to gag her.

She threw her elbow, as hard as she could, into the stomach of her assailant. The criminal doubled over in pain, clutching his middle. He gave her a look that she will never forget, 'You're dead.' It was a face off. They circled around, both in fighting stances. Not either off them gaining and distance, just keep walking around each other. The masked man lunged at her. She grabbed the closest weapon she could find: her porcelain vase. She caught him mid-leap and smashed the vase onto his head. He tumbled to the floor. Annabeth caught her her breath, it was over. She was about to call for help, when another attacked her from behind.

How many of them were there?!

The attacker her grabbed her from behind, wrapping his arms around her middle. Annabeth had always wanted a man to hold her, but she didn't think he'd being trying to kidnap her. He smartly had his grip locked in, Annabeth couldn't move her arms. She stomped on his feet, so he lifted her up into the air and slammed her towards the wall next to her open bathroom door.

Okay, so there are only two. Right?

Annabeth, being the genius she was brought up her legs and pushed off the wall, knocking them other to the ground. Annabeth tried to get up, but her attacker was on top of her back, with her arms pinned behind her, he was slowly tying them with... a green zip tie? She wasn't getting out of this one too easily. She tried bucking him off, but he was too heavy. Annabeth was defeated.

"Annabeth?" Katie, a friend of Annabeth's, called to her, from the hallway.

Annabeth's eyes widened, they couldn't get Katie too. Annabeth wanted to yell at Katie to stay away. But she was gagged, there was nothing she could do.

"Annabeth, are you all right in there?" Katie asked.

The kidnapper holding Annabeth tossed a syringe containing some clear liquid from his pocket to the other kidnapper, nodding to him. He caught the syringe mid air and grinned through his mask. He stood next to the door, so he'd be concealed when Katie came in. Katie knocked on the door and slowly opened it.

"Annabeth? You in here? Oh. My. Gosh." She said, when she saw Annabeth gagged and zip-tied.

Gentle Katie looked murderous at Annabeth's attacker, but the look faded when the other kidnapper came up behind her and stabbed her in the arm with the syringe and pushed the contents into her veins. Katie pulled the syringe out in shock, she held it in her hand for a moment, inspecting it. She turned to the kidnapper, who looked confused like, why didn't it work?

Oh whatever you did to her worked, Katie's just super stubborn. Annabeth thought.

She looked like she was about to stab him in the eye with that needle, she fiercely raised it. Then her eyes began to droop and she dropped the syringe. It fell to the floor, shattering as the glass broke into a million peices. Katie quickly followed the syringe to the floor. Katie laid still, barely even breathing. Katie's attacker breathed in relief, and slowly began tying her hands and feet with normal cheap plastic zip ties.

What was in that syringe?

Annabeth's attacker held up a syringe just like the one the other attacker had injected Katie with. You know Katie, the brunette unconscious, maybe even dead, on the floor over there? Yeah that's her. Annabeth had one last chance to get out, she turned her body to where her assailant was now straddling her frontside instead of her back.

Well, this is awkward.

She brought her knee up into where the sun don't shine and he tumbled off her in pain. But as he went down the syringe went down with him, and embedded itself into her neck, releasing the liquid into Annabeth. Annabeth brought up her zip tied hands and took the syringe out of her neck, her vision was going blurry. She made out a few letters on the syringe label: Nimbex.

Annabeth slammed the syringe down against the floor, breaking it and cutting her hands. But Annabeth didn't care, she'd be numb soon. That's what Nimbex did. Nimbex was a anesthetic, that numbed the entire body of it's victim, thus pushing the victim into a deep sleep. It was only supposed to be used for long time surgeries. Annabeth didn't know about anyone else, but she was late for breakfast. Now was no time to have a surgery. Though Annabeth knew that's not what the drug was for. The Annabeth's vision smeared away as if someone had painted her eyesight in, decided they didn't like it and threw a bucket of water onto it to wash it away and start again.

Third Person's POV:

Annabeth's kidnapper shouldered her body and carried her towards the balcony. Katie's did the same. They gave each other a fist bump as a victory reward. That had been way too easy. Except when blondie had decked her kidnapper and smashed a vase into the head of Katie's kidnapper. Then there was that time when Katie's kidnapper had almost gotten stabbed with a syringe in the eye.

But other than that: easy.

Their hair started to blow in the wind as the helicopter hovered above them. They shoved the girl's unconscious bodies into the cabin of the chopper and climbed up themselves. They treated themselves to a few high fives and slaps on the back from the other masked men in the helicopter.

Two down. Seven to go.

The boys laughed with each other, like they would every other day. Another success in the mission.

The helicopter flew off into the rising sun with, nine masked men and two princesses.

So? Hate it? Love it? Reveiw and tell me.

Daily advice: (I'm going to do some new "daily" things): Do not taunt the lions at the zoo. They have feelings... and teeth.

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