Ch.1 Taken

Disclaimer- PJO belongs to Rick.

My name is Julianne Chase. I live in San Francisco with my mom, dad, and my brothers and sister. One of my sisters doesn't live with us anymore. She has to go to Camp most of the time. I miss her. She's is so nice. Smart, too. Her name is Annabeth. She just started coming around again a couple months ago. She is my half-sister. We have the same dad. She won't tell me anything about her mom, though. She always said that I wouldn't understand. Now, I do.

I was in the kitchen making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. There was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it." I called out to my mom upstairs. I opened the door and saw this boy. He was short, a couple of years older than me, but he was still cute.

"Is Julianne Chase here?" he asked.

"Yup, that's me." I said. There was a big man behind him. The man smiled. It wasn't really a happy smile, though. It was more of a wicked smile, almost evil.

"Are your parents home?" he asked me.

"Umm, they're upstairs actually, but I can go and get them." I said.

"No, that's not necessary." the big man told me. He turned to the cute guy and said, "Grab her!"

I thought it was some kind of joke. Sure enough, though, the boy that I had developed a crush on grabbed me.

"I won't hurt you if you don't talk. Even if you yell for your parents, we can do more to them than they can ever do to us." the boy whispered into my ear.

My brother walked down the steps. He looked terrified for me. The man snapped his fingers and my brother's look of despair washed away and he said, "Oh, I'll tell Mom and Dad that you're going to Amanda's. Bye."

I didn't understand what he was saying or what he was seeing. I was so confused. The two men dragged me into their car and drove away. I was gone. Away from my family forever as far as I was concerned.

"Where and why are you taking me?" I asked desperately.

"She honestly doesn't know, does she? With her sister…" the boy said to the man. "Well, now I'm being rude. I'm Xavier. This is Joe. We kidnapped you because you are a half-blood and you are going to help us win the war. We're taking you to our headquarters, not too far away from here."

"Half-blood? My sister used to talk about that. That's where she goes to camp. What is it?" I asked.

"So, she does know a little from Annabeth." the boy said to Joe.

Joe nodded.

"How do you know my sister? Did you take her, too?"

"No," Joe said. "We didn't take her. She's going to be one of the people that you fight against." He smiled cruelly.

"I don't know if you guys are in some sort of special ed., but I am not going to fight my sister in a war." I said confidently.

"Oh, we've got a feisty one here, Joey. Hey, Julianne?" Xavier said.

"What?"

"Do you know who your parents are?"

"Yes. My parents are the people that you threatened to hurt."

"Err!! Wrong answer! That is your real dad, but your mom is Annabeth's mom. Do you know who that is, Julie?"

"No, and don't call me 'Julie.' That's what my family and friends call me. You guys are definitely not my friends."

"Fair enough. But your mom is Athena, the Greek goddess. Annabeth's mom." he said.

I was puzzled. I'd always been interested in Greek mythology. I'd also been exposed to it with Annabeth. I couldn't believe that my mom wasn't my mom, but I got over that quickly. I understood the signs: grey eyes, smart, but no monsters. I didn't get it. "Why haven't I ever had monsters after me. Annabeth had monsters after her…I would know."

"Wow," Joe said. "No 'You guys are nuts' or 'Mythology, yeah, that'll happen.' It's sort of refreshing."

Xavier laughed.

"I'm so glad I amuse you people." I said. "Now let me out!" I punched Xavier in the nose. He had a dumbfounded look on his face like he was taking a spelling test. I was surprised they hadn't tied me up. I guess I didn't seem like a threat. He tried to grab me, but I pushed him back. "Take that, you, you haimus posmai! Was that Greek I just spoke? I knew I was cursing, but I'd hoped it would come out in English.

"What did you just say to me?" Xavier boomed. I figured he spoke Greek, too.

I grabbed for the door and opened it. I jumped from the car and dashed. I ran like my life depended on it, because it probably did.