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Word Count: 800+

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO.


Summary:

When Annabeth's Dad decides to move to New York after his divorce, she is forced to leave her friends behind and transfer to Goode, a somewhat normal high school. After meeting a certain green-eyed boy, with a past that he's trying to keep down and mysterious deaths among the neighborhood and the thing is, she has a secret too. AU. Rated T. R&R Thanks!


Rachel's POV

I glared at him angrily as I struggled to get the ropes around my wrists to loosen. "Let me go," I demanded.

He brought the knife out and raised it, metal gleaming and for a second, I was afraid. "Well, I can't you telling him, can I? Can I trust you to not tell him about this?"

"Go burn yourself if you think you're gonna stop me from telling Percy," I spat, eyes burning with determination to not let him scare me.

He moved closer to the chair I was sitting on. "Hmm... Such a feisty girl. Such a shame. All I need you to do is lead him to me and I'll let you go, unless, you want the second option."

"Do your worst, I'd rather die than have him with you, you evil pig-headed chipmunk."

He raised his eyebrow, surprised but held the knife close to my throat. "Still making insults? Do you have a death wish?"

"Why, yes. Yes, I do," I responded without fear, even as the blade dug deeper into my skin, making droplets of red liquid flow out.

"So be it," and what I felt next was like fire. I stifled my scream as I looked toward the heavens, hoping that Percy would be safe from all of this, that no one would later be in my situation. Then I lost all consciousness.

"Sweet dreams, Rachel, he's next and it'll be all your fault."


Percy's POV

It had been too long; Rachel was supposed to come back. I tried calling, texting, and I even drove over to her house but no sign of Rachel. I don't know what to think anymore. I'd been worried sick and I know what you're thinking, were we dating? No, we tried, once. But it didn't work out and we ended up as friends or more like siblings is what I'm saying. I cared for her like my own little sister, we were very close, like two peas in a pod.

I didn't know what was going on with her, but it was making me really nervous so I started to pace.

Beep!

I looked down at my phone which had several text messages from Luke and Nico, both of them asking if I had seen the news. I scrolled down further as I quickly read the texts which were all in capitals.

{O.O.O.O.O}

N: PERCE! DID YOU SEE THE NEWS?!

L: YEAH! IT'S IMPORTANT!

N: GET ON RIGHT NOW!

L: HE'S NOT GOING TO BE ON.

N: HOW LONG DO YOU THINK IT'LL TAKE FOR HIM TO SEE THIS?

L: UH... A COUPLE MINUTES?

N: TRUE.

N: PERCY FREAKING JACKSON, CHECK THE NEWS ASAP!

L: NIC, HE'S NOT GOING TO GET ON.

L: I'LL COPY AND PASTE THE NEWS.

N: 'KAY

{O.O.O.O.O}

I went cold as I read at the message in horror:

This evening, a witness had reported that there was a mysterious hand coming out of a bush on a local park's woods and went to check it out. The witness, preferring to be unknown for the time being, said that the pale hand was not moving when she called out from in front of the bush. She said that she tried to pull out the hand but it was stuck from BEHIND the bush and went to call the authorities. The woman told us that after waiting twenty minutes for the police to arrive and pull/cut the bush around the hand. She tells us that what she saw was like something from a terrible horror movie.

The authorities have told us her family is grieving and offers no clue of how she got say that her body looked like it had been carelessly tossed it the bush. Miss Dare's appearance was frightening, as seen on the pictures, with her neck cut opened, definitely not by an animal. 'It was too clean to be a animal,' said Officer Peanuts. 'But it DID give a clue to the polices that she was dead for over and hour.' Overall, what concerned the authorities the most was not how the body was placed in its area, but it was how she was killed.

I dropped my phone on the ground, not caring if it broke since I could not get over the fact that Rachel was dead. Dead. And it was too late to stop it from happening now.

They got her, and it was all my fault.


I know, I know. I left for 2 months then came back with this. *Sigh* My world is just depressing to me and school got in the way.

Should I continue?