New story/series we'll see.
My others story is on Hiatus right now so…
Read and Review. Favourite it if you like it. Follow if you want more and we'll see if it becomes a series.
Finals, being grounded, procrastination, and sudden idea has led to this.
Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus Characters belong to Rick Riordan. I own the OCs and the plot.
She ran into an alley and clambered over the fence. The crisp, cold evening –well, midnight– air prickled at her skin and burned her lungs. Her feet pattered across the wet stone floor, her breathing heavy. Her jeans were almost restraining her from running at top speed, but they were jeggings so it wasn't too bad. Her baggy black hoody camouflaged her to the dark alley in the cold Manhattan night. Almost everyone in Manhattan had gone to bed. Except the late workers –and, of course, her brother– all lights were off. A man leaned on his balcony smoking a cigarette. The acrid scent wafted through the still night air.
She slowed her pace to breathe.
The quiet night was split by the wailing of the police sirens that have been following her. She alerted herself and took off sprinting until she found the hiding place she had used for every one of escape attempts. An old shed in an abandoned house. There were usually a few cats taking cover in the shed, tonight, she found none. She sighed, closed the door, pushed the shelf inside the shed against the door and pulled out the flashlight attached to her belt and flicked it on; she found the blanket she usually used and spread it on the dusty floor. She lay down and flicked off her flashlight.
The music blasted across the dorm, Thalia laughed while she danced with Luke. Annabeth and Percy laughed in the corner while they talked. Annabeth was drinking some artificially flavoured fruit punch in a red solo cup. In the other corner, Jason and Piper were kissing, because, after all, they were at the party. Jason and Piper both had a hell lot of punch, which, unbeknownst to the party-goers, was spiked by Rory Effervescent, who thought it would be a pleasant joke to play.
Cup after cup, Annabeth drank the punch. Cup after cup, she became more giggly and touchy-feely. She kissed Percy and headed off to the washroom. He went to the snacks table and reached for a cup about to pour some punch when Layla slapped the cup out of his hand.
"What is your problem?" He asked, only half joking.
"It's spiked, you dumbass," Layla replied, "Look! No one here is sober! Well, except Jack, but that's not the point!"
Percy took a good look around, "Oh," was all he had to say.
When Annabeth returned from her washroom break, she giggled and gave Percy a hug. She kissed him, still giggling and smiling.
"Annabeth, maybe you should sleep," he said.
"I'm not tired though," she replied in an innocent, almost childish voice.
"Come on, let's get you back to your dorm."
"Percy…" she whined, "But what will we do at my dorm, hmm?" she asked, trailing one finger along his chest. He hated it when she whined, "You need to get to sleep, so does everyone else," he replied carrying her back to the dorm down the hall.
When Percy got back to the party, Layla had managed to end the party. She got Jack to help her get all the guests into a taxi or drive them home (in Nico's case). Thalia immediately crashed onto the bed and slept.
Jack drove Nico back to his apartment and dropped went back to the university. Layla said thank you and ran off to her dorm and slept. Jack was about to return to his dorm when he heard sirens wailing.
The police sirens woke her up. She shot up, her bones still aching, and pushed the shelf out of the way. She whipped the door open and ran as fast as she could. The sirens were so close. She dared herself to glance behind her shoulder. The police were onto her. She could see a university ahead. She tore across the open field. She saw the motorcycle she had parked there and she hopped on. She saw someone there though. So she changed paths. She ran straight for the person.
She was a little too fast though. She nearly knocked him over, but he caught her. "You have to help me," she gasped pleadingly, "My name is Jennifer Reese and you have to help me."
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