You Can't Break Me
Hello readers! This is my first ever fanfic, so constructive criticism is appreciated! Flames will be overlooked! If you have any ideas, I'd be happy to look over them and add them.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I (sadly) don't own Percy Jackson.
Percy Jackson P.O.V.
Walking back to Cabin three, you hear a rustling behind the trees. Assuming it's just a rouge breeze, you continue walking. Your ADHD brain wanders to things that happened earlier that day, like how you had beat Clarisse (Again!) in the arena, and how great Annabeth looked with that silver head band, and how angry you got at her boyfriend, just for being… him.
Another rustle, this time closer to you.
Just the wind, you think to yourself, but you're more suspicious now.
Anyways, it's not like anyone's stalking you-
Suddenly, a blindfold is covering your vision, and you struggle with the hands locking yours behind your back. You obviously can't reach Riptide, but Zeus gave you two legs for a reason; one for kicking, one for balancing. Hopefully it's a male; you're going to kick 'him' where it hurts; a nice, hard kick, just for him.
Well, that plan failed epically. The captors have just picked you up by your legs, so you're in the air, plank-style.
Still struggling, you manage to fall out of their grasps. Unfortunately not willing to give you up, your captors pound you with their fists and feet to the brink of unconsciousness, you manage to do one last thing.
Grover, you think, desperately trying to stay conscious to get your message to Grover. Taking me away. Help.
With that, you slip into the murky blackness, into a coma like state, and you don't know when the next time you wake up will be.