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Annabeth's P.O.V.
Annabeth couldn't find enough mental capability to comprehend what was infront of her, more like who was infront of her. Not being able to contact, or see someone who meant so much to you can really puncture a sore spot after a long period of time. Annabeth could feel her throat hitching uneasily as she took in the sight of her an old friend.
His appearance differed majorly from the last time Annabeth saw him at only the age of twelve. His hair was still a midnight black shade that hung loosely over his eyes, giving his aspect quite a mysterious vibe which sprouted a round of questions that soared through her mind. He wasn't the same pimple-faced pre-teen Annabeth met, his skin was smooth yet very rugged in a way. There was a light smirk that played off of his lips, as Annabeth stared at him nearly shell-shocked.
She continued to study him, earning a couple of awkward fidgeting from Percy. He wasn't as scrawny and gaunt as he used to be. He was well defined and surely had picked up a couple of more muscles than Annabeth had expected from him. What didn't change about him, which Annabeth found a little soothing, was his eyes. They were still the same captivating sea green eyes, that swirled with emotions, though Annabeth was observant enough to notice the little light that used to shine in his eyes had vanished.
"S-Seaweed Brain?" Annabeth barely managed to ask without stuttering.
Percy responded with his quirky lopsided smile, and leaned agaisnt the nearest wall. "That's me."
Annabeth muttered incoherent words under breathe, until she spoke again. "What happened to you? Why are you here? You know how to fight? Since when did you find the sudden urge to grow taller than me? Are you on steroids?" Annabeth couldn't control herself from asking a string load of questions, it came naturally, and Percy knew it.
"Annabeth," Percy said, grasping her attention. "Calm down. I'll answer your questions later, but the real question is why are you here?"
Annabeth arched her eyebrow and smiled at him almost incredulously. "OK, completely ignore my questions, why don't you?"
"Just answer it," Percy said, his face clean of any emotions. When Annabeth frowned at him, his face suddenly softened.
Weird, Annabeth thought.
"It's my parents anniversary," Annabeth explained, rubbing her arm uncomfortably.
Percy stared at her in disbelief. "What does that have to do with all of this?" Percy frantically gestured to the area he was standing and everywhere else around him. "Annabeth, your parents may be out but do you really think it's wise of you to do mischevious activities like this? I know you don't get along with them, but this is some pretty serious stuff to get involved with."
"You wouldn't be able to call me "Wise Girl" if I didn't have the proper amount of common sense," Annabeth said rather sharply. "And who're you to talk? Percy, what makes it so wrong for me to do this, but you can?"
"The point is my mother doesn't agree with this, but she allows it. I know your parents won't especially if they find out their deemed valedictorian of a daughter is out joining a fighting club. You can do better than this Annabeth!"
"My parents are dead, Percy, today is the anniversary of their death. You really think they would care if they're not even here?" Annabeth asked, attempting to disregard the tears that suddenly felt the need to form.
Now wasn't the time for Annabeth to display her weakness, there were so many possibilities of a nearby eavesdropper listening on into their conversation. The last thing she wanted was to come as vunlerable, and assumed as an easy target. Annabeth figured if she wanted to associate in a fight club she needed to come off as firm, or at least create a personality that screamed: Don't mess with me!
Annabeth and Percy stood in an uneasy quietness, until the sound of an uneccesary low chuckle was voiced. Annabeth looked at Percy in confusion, many other could agree that now wasn't the time to randomly chuckle when you're currently trying to get over an emotional announement. Just telling Percy that her parents were dead prodded a sore spot into her heart. She didn't get along with them, and would constantly argue with them over the most idiotic things possible. But, of course, she still loved and cared for them even if it was difficult for her to express it.
There were many ways Annabeth proved that she cared for her parents, and wanted to please them. She would make sure she achieved the highest scores whenever she took a test, and managed to keep her grades up at an A/B average. In a way, Annabeth's academic skills were the only thing that connected her to her parents. Anything not related to the topic of school was automatically thrown out to the trash can, unless it was a discussion of their jobs. There was only one thing Annabeth was sure her parents loved more than her; their jobs.
Percy was staring up at the ceiling with an amused smile written all over his face. "You know, Annabeth, this isn't the way I expected us to reunite. I imagined it would go more. . ." Percy trailed off, probably unable to find the right word.
"Smoothly?" Annabeth suggested, with a light laugh.
"Yeah," Percy agreed. "I wouldn't have suspected us to meet somewhere like here."
"Somewhere less brutual, huh?" Annabeth said in a wry tone. "I live with my grandmother, now. Metis. We live in a secluded neighborhood and the rent has been getting a little bumpy. She said it was time for me to go out and experience. What's better experience than getting a job?"
"Technically the Fight Club isn't a job, you get payed for beating people up," Percy somewhat corrected. Annabeth found it a little amusing of how he talked about the club in such a nonchalant manner.
Annabeth rolled her eyes, while nudging Percy very forcefully. "Let me finish, Seaweed Brain." Annabeth walked over to the wall Percy was leaning against, and slid down to the floor. Percy immediately followed her actions, and looked at her questioningly. "I asked Malcom if he could set me up at some local store, but instead he told me about the Fight Club. Well, more like he mentioned it vaguely and I eventually got it out of him. He said it was better pay, and it was dangerous. But you know me, I'm up for any challenge. I've taken a couple of defensive classes in the past, and I've studied fighting a bit relating to weapon and combat fighting. So, I thought. . .Why not? Here I am, only to be rejected."
Percy stared at the wall across from them, while asorbing all the information Annabeth had given him. She knew that Percy already disagreed with they very idea of her joining the Fight Club, but his opinion mattered the most to her. If he felt like she didn't qualify for such activites, who else would consider her? She at least hoped she could make it in as a coach, she knew how to study opponents unlike the fighters. Annabeth was sure the only thing that ran through their minds while fighting were; Win! Fight! Win!. If you had a certain tactic you used every fight it would be more obvious to guess as to what would happen next. The people here only knew how to fight, not plan. Well, from the fights Annabeth watched she could only assume that.
"Here in the Fight Club, there are no rules. You can kill someone even if you had the nerve to, there's no shame but there is honor. People like that kind of stuff, they rather earn praise than to spare the life of someone whose time hasn't come. This is some pretty serious stuff, Annabeth, are you sure you're up for it?" Percy asked her after a moment of silence. (A/N: Oh, hey! There's the line of the summary! :D Dance party!)
Annabeth felt as if it were a silent invitation, yet the warning made it seem very subtle. Malcom definetly hadn't mentioned anything of something as important as deaths occuring. Annabeth was a bit unnerved about knowing that she would be in the same room with people who actually have killed someone. Well, then again it's not entirely their faults. People sign up to do things like that, if they wanted to avoid death they wouldn't have agreed to fighting in the first place.
"It's like you've forgotten me or something," Annabeth teased. "I know what I'm getting myself into, Percy. I wouldn't do something if I thought it were stupid, or way too dangerous for my likings. Thanks for the concern, though."
Percy seemed unconvinced at her words, but nodded. "All right, I just want to make sure you know what challenges you might have to face."
Annabeth cleared her throat after Percy let that sentence awkwardly hang. "Thank you, once again." Annabeth stood up from her spot, Percy doing the same, and turned towards him. "You know what you forgot to give me?"
Percy, being as oblivious as he was shook his head in confusion. "A hug, you idiot!" Annabeth slapped his chest, receiving a satisifying Oof! from Percy.
Percy rubbed his chest with a feign look of hurt on his face. "You could've done that without any abuse."
Annabeth gave him an annoyed smile, and held out her arms. "Just give me a damn hug already."
Percy proceeded to step forward, and embraced Annabeth in a tight, meaningful hug that pretty much only lasted for about five seconds.
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