HOLA! TIME FOR another chapter... Huh... I don't know what to say right now besides acting like an awkward nerd girl. So... Continue with the story...

Disclaimer: No. If I did own PJO I would make Nico's picture actually loook like him.

Annabeth's PoV

Hello again, Person, whose reading my miserable life story.

So, remember how I said something was definitely going on? Guess what, then! We get to kidnap somebody! Yay!

I'm just gonna apologize in advance if my sarcasm drips onto your hands.

Anywho we're supposed to kidnap Perseus Jackson. Son of a divorced couple, Poseidon and Sally Jackson.

Description;

Hair color; Black

Eye color; green

Age; Seventeen

Height; (Enter height to make him a head taller then Annie. No Annie isn't short. Percy is just really tall.)

Location; (Enter address and apartment building), second floor, number 27

Well. On the bright side we get to leave, I guess? I'm not good with encouragement, okay?

Anywho, we're sitting blindfolded in, what I think is, the back of a van. My dad did say never trust vans. (No offense to van drivers.. Unless you're a kidnapper.)

I feel like it's been forever in the van. I keep knocking my shoulders, back, and my head against the walls of the van. Jeez, I'm gonna get bruises today.

After what felt like another eternity it came to a bumpy halt. I felt something be thrown at me and a voice growl flatly Put this on.

I grumbled about the fact that I still had a blindfold on. I fumbled with it for a couple of minutes, until I found a wider hole then the two others, what felt like a tag, something that I think was a bracelet? I fumbled with the large, metal object and, as I suspected, was able to put it on. It was a little tight but, whatever. Anyway, back to the shirt thing, I was able to shove it over my head. I think it was a sweater?

After the fumbling I had to deal with, I felt hands circle my left wrist and jerk me up. I hissed in pain when I bumped my head on the ceiling.

"Watch it!" I snarled at the person who grabbed wrist. I get nothing but a grunt from the man. I hear the thuds of other feet. Small ones, then a bit louder ones. Hazel and Malcom. Then heavy ones. The men who're taking us somewhere.

The blindfold was taken off my head and I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the light.

I felt a suitcase be shoved into my hands. It was strangely... silvery and had... black swirls? What?

I look over at Hazel and Malcom. Malcom had a the same suitcase as me, but the colors were switched around, and Hazel had a brown suitcase with a polka dot pattern of white.

I looked around to see we were in... A parking lot, for some reason? Then next to us, was a regular, every day, white... Range Rover? What? I haven't been able to know a lot of cars, besides the snobby rich people ones. Such as Ferrari's. Lamborghini's, etc.

"Get in the car," The man next to me says flatly. Normally, kids would scream 'Stranger danger!' and run away, but we file into the car, shoving the luggage around until we make Malcom stumble out to put it in the trunk. Then, with me sitting in the front seat, we take off, to who knows where.

Hmm. There is loads of buildings, color, cars, people, honks, shouts, yells, stray animals, and other stuff. I can deal with this. It's just like being yelled at and slapped across the face when you've done something that you didn't know was wrong.

After about, five, ten minutes maybe, we reach a street with mansions. Jeez, does the Lab have to make everything fancy and expensive?

We pulled into the driveway of a brown brick mansion. (That's all I'm gonna say, let your imagination run wild.)

It had two floors, three if you count the attic. From the outside it looked big enough to hold a room for two people.

"Get out, act normal, and go inside the house. Hestia Flames will be there," The man who drove us here told us bluntly. "Don't forget you're luggage either," He adds.

This guy must think we're stupid if he added that. Anyways, we have our, strangely colorful luggage, and are knocking on the white coloured door now.

woman who look around her late thirties, with warm brown eyes, tan skin, brown hair, wearing brown hiking boots, navy blue jeans, and a white blouse, opened the door. Ms. Flames, I'm guessing.

"Come in, children, come in," She beckons us inside the house. The house is pretty nice. It's main colors are earth tones, so grey, brown, tan.

We walked into the living room and I took in the surroundings. There was a grey love seat, a tan couch with grey pillows. Oh yeah, and a big brown and grey bricked fireplace.

was herding us towards the attic. Of course. Out of the giant mansion, we get to live in the attic. Jeez, I know the lab hates us, but, come on! Anyways, after climbing a set of stairs, pulling down the ladder to the attic, and climbing up that, I was a surprised at what I saw.

The wallpaper was white, the hardwood floors had purple, and white rugs, there was a bunk bed, and then a regular bed pushed to different sides. A full body mirror was pushed into the back, gleaming silver. There was a wide window on the opposite side of the room from the mirror, with purple curtains that had a white checker pattern, and for some reason reach the floor.. There was a white dresser on either side, and a line of black duck tape going through the middle of the room.

"The left side is the girls, the right side is Malcom's," Mrs. Flames tells us, giving what looks like a weak smile. Malcom and I nod at the same time while Hazel is interested in the fuzzy purple rug under her feet. Jeez, I don't get this twin thing.

turns and leaves us to get settled in. I turn to the mirror, looking curiously into it's dusty glass. (I wanna see Alice in the Looking Glass so badly)

I stared into it, looking at the wide grey eyes that stared back at me. Without even realizing it, my feet start walking towards the mirror. My curly blonde princess hair come into view. I expected my wings to come into view too, but I realized it was hidden by my sweater... Don't know how, but don't care right now.

For a second the mirror's image flashed and it changed to a woman with long dark hair, a wide smile, and the same grey eyes. And, since you're probably already thinking I'm going crazy, I swore I hear her say,"Annabeth, my daughter"

Am I going crazy? I can't really tell at this point.

I flinched, and the image was gone. I wipe of the dust, after a lot of sneezing and coughing, and stare into it again. Nothing but my reflection, and the background.

I mumble to myself,"Gods, Annabeth, get a hold of yourself..."

Anyways, after a lot of unpacking, and yelling at Malcom, we get settled in. So, Hazel and I's stuff is in the dresser on our side, and Malcom's stuff is in his dresser on his side.

There's a small knock at the door, on the floor. (RHYMES!) I turned, frowning slightly, and opened the door. At the door was Ms. Flames.

"It's time for dinner," She tells us.

"Okay, Ma'am," I answer for Malcom and Hazel. And to my surprise she laughed and said,"Please, just call me Hestia." I couldn't tell if this was a plan to gain our trust or what, because she sounded pretty sincere. Eventually we're walking down the ladder and following - Sorry, Hestia.

I couldn't help but gasp at the grand dinning area.

The table was made of dark oak, there were four seats on either side, plus the seat on either end. There were candle's decorating the table, with a bouquets of roses and baby breath. Oh yeah, and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and was that a butler? Holy Hera! I'm kind of freaking out a little so, I'll let your imagination run wild on this.

Soon we're seated at the table. I was facing Hestia, and Hazel and Malcom were facing each other. We were eating in silence. A very awkward silence. A silence that makes me want to repeatedly slap my face with a book.

I clear my throat. Awkwardly. And start a conversation,"Soo.. Ms. Fl- sorry, Hestia. What brought you to the Lab?"

"Well. That's a bit of a tricky story. Also a story for another time," She replies mysteriously. I frown. All of my senses are screaming DANGER! DANGER! RUN AWAY! DON'T TRUST! But then again, I get that from almost every Lab person. Everyone besides my father.

"So. When do we start school?" I Hazel asks.

"Tomorrow. Oh and you have to wear uniforms. I'll have Emma drop them off in you're room tomorrow," Hestia Replies. I almost spit out my water.

"Uniforms!? But what about wings!?" I ask, totally didn't almost shout. Hestia just gives me a smile and asks,"They didn't tell you about the bracelet did they? The ones your Father picked out for you to wear?"

Malcom and I glanced at each other. "No... What do you mean our father picked this out for us?" Malcom questions. "Well," Hestia begins,"these bracelets were modified to use some special energy that attracts your owl DNA to shrink your wings. And your father picked them out because it was your mother's jewelry"

I grow silent as I looked at the bracelet that circle my wrist. A small owl was etched into the bracelet with little diamond eyes. words were etched on both sides of the owl too. Wisdom is knowing when to say it And it stops there. I look at Malcom. He holds out his wrist to me and I look at it. It's almost the same thing, apart from the owl's eyes, which were onyx, and with words etched the same way mine was Knowledge is knowing what to say.

I put the words together. Knowledge is knowing what to say, wisdom is knowing when to say it. Smart. I like that quote.

It was silent throughout the rest of dinner. Soon we were climbing up the ladder into the attic, or our room. Turns out there's a bathroom just next to the attic trapdoor too. So after changing, and cleaning up, we were reading for bed.

I stayed awake all night. Hazel was fast asleep. I don't know about Malcom. I shifted so I could sit up and stare at the moonlight that flitted from the shifting curtains. Wait. What? Fumbling under my pillow for my dagger, I slowly grab it's hilt from the folds of the sheets. Don't ask why I have a dagger under my pillow.

Standing up I cautiously, I pad towards the window, my feet muffled on the rugs. I reach the window, and throw back the curtain, tensed to strike. There was nothing there. Then I realize the window was open, well aren't I smart? But when did we open it?

Meh, I need some fresh air right now. So, pushing the window open wider, I stuck my head out, and rest my elbows on the window seal. I breath in the crisp night air. I hear dogs barking, and cats hissing. The lights are bright, and the dead end street of mansions seems oddly... Quiet.

I stare up at the night sky, watching the twinkling stars, where I can't help but wonder if my mum is there.

::: Flashback Of Feels :: In third person ::

"Daddy?" A little blonde girl asks. She has wings that touched the ground, and wide grey eyes, with curly princess hair left down.

"Yes, Dear?" A man replies. He has brown eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair. His hands were in a white lab coat while he stared at a holographic night sky.

"Where's Mommy at, Daddy?" She asks, her big grey eyes blinking up at her father. The father was hesitant to respond. He wanted to lie to his daughter. He wanted to tell her she was alive and okay. But he knew better then to tell her that lie he's been telling her for eight years now. But it was time for him to tell her the truth. Her life was about to get a lot more difficult now that she's been here for a year.

"She's in the sky," Is his reply.

"In there?" The girl points to the holographic sky.

He shakes his head,"No. She's in a different sky. A better one."

"There's another sky?" The girl asks. The man smiles down at the girl.

"Of course there is, Annabeth. A sky that's more beautiful then this one," He tells her.

"Will I be able to see it?" The little girl asks.

The man replies,"I don't know" His voice held hidden sorrow that the girl couldn't hear, because she couldn't remember her past anymore. His voice held grief, sadness, and regret. She didn't hear it. She regretted that she didn't too.

:: End of Flashback of Feels ::

"Mom..." I find myself whispering to the sky.

I hear shuffling then a groggy whisper,"Anna? Is that you?"

"Yeah, Malc," I whisper back. More shifting. Then soft thuds of a pair of feet. Then a head of messy curly blonde hair, and sleepy grey eyes appears.

"Are you okay, Anna?" Malcom asks me. Malcom and Hazel are the only people allowed to use my childhood names. Such as Annie, Anna, Ann, Beth. Probably more that they've made up.

"Yeah. Just thinking." I reply. I'm still staring out the window.

"About Dad, or Mom? Both?" He asks. Normally I'd snap at people who'd pry, but Malcom, I can trust. We both have seen the same horrors. Both lived the same horrors, and still living them. He understands me, and I understand him.

"Both," I reply. Malcom nods, not saying anything. We stare out the window in silence. Then, a flit of movement from the shadows. A man wearing dark clothes, and a hat with his head down.

What is he doing... I think. Then, as if he read my mind, Malcom asked,"Is he... Heading towards our house?"

The man turns and walks up our sidewalk, and disappears from our vision.

Thud

Malcom and I glance at each other in silent agreement. I stand up and pad towards the ladder, while Malcom goes to his bed and reaches under his pillow.

Soon we're gliding silently through the tall and wide hallway of the mansion, heading towards the front door.

DRAMA. And I wonder what's happening, huh? Hehehehee...

And cute little Bro Bro and Sister time. I should probably be looking for my phone right now. It has all my music on it. And If I don't find it. All CHaOS. WIll. REIN.

- BLue The CHaotic Music LOver.