Captured

A PJATO Fanfiction

©- Rick Riordan; PJATO

Summary:

It's been nearly a year since the Second Titan War, and Annabeth Chase has a problem. A HUGE problem. Her boyfriend, Percy Jackson, recently went missing. Who took Percy? As if TLH never ever happened. An OC is added, and Nico is 15.

Chapter 1

Annabeth

Dream

I stared helplessly at him. No, no, no. This wasn't happening! He, he couldn't die. I needed him in my life. His body looked so broken. Just like I was inside. I struggled against my captors.

"LET ME GO!" I screamed. The leader chuckled evilly at me.

"It's too late, girl. Your hero is dead." he said, grinning. Realization dawned on me as I realized who their leader was. Reality dawned on me as I realized who everyone in this room was.

"You bloody traitors." I spat. "You're, you're despicable, even worse than the Titans!" A woman appeared from the shadow.

"Oh, are we now? Well, we can't have that..," she purred. The woman bent down next to him, smiling smugly. The room began to crash down on us. "Go, you idiots! Find the other five!" the woman barked. A wall crashed down, and I saw Nico and Jess.

"Sorry we're late," Nico said, grinning. "But we'd like to join the party." Another crash. I turned and saw Clarisse and Chris.

"Anyone wanna crash a party?" Clarisse offered, holding up Greek fire. The woman cursed. Lightning struck right in front of the woman.

"Well, I can't let you have guys all the fun, now can I?" Thalia asked, smirking smugly. She looked down at Percy, tears brimming in her eyes. I kicked the god holding me in his soft spot, then moved to stand by Thalia. I pulled out my bronze dagger.

"For Percy!" I shouted loudly.

Thalia smiled. "For Luke!" she yelled.

Clarisse's mouth curled into a sad smile."For Silena!"

Chris grinned, catching on. "For Ethan!"

"For Malcolm!" Jess added.

Nico finished us off. "For ANNABETH!" Nico's voice had changed. I looked at him strangely. He sounded like Mrs. Jackson—er—Blofis. "ANNABETH! ANNABETH!"

End of Dream

I sat up in the Jackson/Blofis' guest bed, sweaty and panting. I glanced around the room. No prison. Just a guest bedroom.

"Annabeth, dear, wake up!" Sally called from downstairs.

"I-I-I'm up!" I replied shakily. It was a dream! Thank the gods. I walked into the guest bathroom and splashed myself with cold water. I'd been having dreams like that for days now. I stared into my reflection and nearly gagged. My blonde hair was in a rat's nest, and there were large bags under my gray eyes. What was happening to me?

"Annabeth, can you wake up Percy for me?" Sally asked.

"Sure!" I yelled, walking into Seaweed Brain's room. It was messy, as usual, but something was missing. My eyes widened. I checked the bathroom, the guest room, Paul and Sally's room, even the closet! My eyes widened.

"Sally!" I ran downstairs.

"What is it dear?" she asked kindly.

"It's Percy," I whispered. "He's gone."