Hello my lovely potatoes! Thanks to anyone who is reading this and please please PLEASE review! If you cannot tell from the title, this is song-fic based on the song the title states. Constructive criticism is appreciated! (Being down-right rude is not.) Disclaimer: I do not own PJO (or else Piper would be dead by now) or the amazing song "Two Black Cadillac's"! Rick Riordan owns PJO and Carrie Underwood owns TBC!
~*Watch the music video if you want to understand the full story. :P*~
Dead. He was dead. Hit by a car, the doctor told us. Drunk driver, freak accident. We knew better, She and I. Oh, we knew much, much better.
A secret. Our secret. The two of us, our dark secret. A secret that would go to the grave. Nobody will know, not in this life time.
A boys night out, the big mistake. No passcode, no nothing, alarm nor security. Two taps and a swipe, 'Good night, world.' The months of cheats, of
lies, of fakes.
One talk, one phone call. A silent nod. One night, two cars, and a single goal. He was left, dropped dead, no proof, not a trace. Nobody knows, no friends, no family.
Except us, She and I. What do we know about Perseus Jackson's death? Nothing, it may seem. True? Or false? Definitely the latter. You want to know why? Because we're the killers, She and I. Because we're the killers, Annabeth Chase,
and Reyna Arellano.