Hey kids! I'm pretty sure this is the longest chapter I've written thus far! I'm Excited for the next chapters to come, I actually made a plot for the fic, so this is gonnna go pretty well!
"So," Annabeth cooed, wiggling her neck around in the space that had come free from his now loose grip."Aren't you going to kill me, as you always wanted?" she taunted him, hoping to evoke anger or passion. The girl was almost amused by the pain that he felt, and clucked her tongue impatiently, waiting for his response.
Percy gaped, staring blankly at Annabeth as memories flashed through his head. His breath was shaky, white breath blowing out into the arctic air. He felt warm, unnaturally so, covering his lips with one hand in order to ensure he didn't throw up. The question was: Was he warm with anger? Or rekindled love?
He didn't have a moment to speak before his head was yanked back by someone tugging at his hair and a fist to his face, eliciting a shriek from the young adult.
"Oh, my dear Number One! My hero!" Annabeth feigned, her voice going up in pitch.
He collapsed onto the ground, vision swimming with pain for just a moment.
She dusted herself off, stretching like a kitten and purring. Her hair was a dirty blonde, with Marengo eyes that reminded Percy of the playground after rainy days at school, wet, desolate and alone. She had pale skin, and if Percy was right in assuming, she hadn't been in the true, summer sun for a while.
"Hesitation is deadly, seaweed-brain," She tsked. "End it, One."
Percy felt a blow to the head, and then there was darkness.
When he woke, he found himself in chains.
His head throbbed with pain- headache, and he groggily opened his eyes. Surprise was not an aspect of life that he favored, and it took him into confusion.
One solid minute later, and he remember everything, gazing around the room. It was a faintly lit room, so it didn't hurt to open his eyes either. It smelled dank, and it was dank, the mildew and mold growing in the corners of the room. His mom would've hated this dark room, she always had that habit of making everything clean.
He tilted his head suddenly to the first sound he heard, dripping water.
Drip. Drop.
It was annoying after a while, and he groaned once more.
Drip. Drop.
His legs were tethered by chains to the floor, and his arms were bound to the wall, almost like he was on the cross. Percy needed to figure a way out, but that awful-
Drip. Drop.
It was subtle, slow, and completely undermined his focus. He wanted it to stop, he needed it to stop if he had any chance of getting out of his chains.
Then it came to him, the dripping signified some sort of liquid was leaking, and based on that awful mildew like stench, it was water. All he had to do was will the water to him and filter it through his chains, freeze it, and break through.
Percy snickered, it was all too easy for him to manage. Way too easy.
And yet, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't get that awful dripping to stop, or the water to come towards him.
He let out a frustrated breath, concentrating with all his might, until he fell to his knees, exhausted already.
"They're magic restricting chains I received from Hecate, Percy, there's no use in bothering," Annabeth chuckled, resting her cold hands underneath his chin and lifting them up. "Powerless, powerless. Never powerful."
Seeing her the first time had left him stunned and unaware, but this time, he was sure he wouldn't fall for the same trap.
Percy stuttered, however, thinking of a snarky retort. "Bitch," was all he said.
"How clever, Percy," she chuckled. "Or would that make you Ten, now? My latest prize?" She pondered aloud. "Nowhere as close as my beautiful Number One, however!"
One was an irrelevant chess piece, making so little moves, Percy wondered why he was put there other than for Annabeth to show off. Exposition, in his opinion. "I'm no prize of yours, not of a sick monster like you!"
"So ready to place accusations, are you not?" she scoffed.
"Yeah, 'cause it's your fault," He spat.
"Are you really in the position to hold such a tone with me?"
"Perhaps I'm not, but I know this is all...wrong."
Annabeth glared at him and clucked her tongue. "Wrong? I think not! You just misunderstand!"
He tilted his head to the side as if she were crazy, and she looked at him like an impatient instructor, waiting for the student to learn the lesson after teaching it one hundred times.
"You're killing me- again- Percy," Annabeth sneered. "I know you don't remember, not from this universe anyway, but, this is my revenge for all the things you did to me, love."
He opened his mouth to say something, but she slapped his face. "Don't speak, I want to talk, just me, and me alone!"
Percy hissed and didn't say anything, not wanting to be slapped once more. It stung, it stung more than it should've stung. There was something about her that had changed and made her more powerful than she was before. Honestly, it almost scared him.
"Do you see this ring, seaweed brain?" Annabeth whispered. "It was another gift from Hecate… You see! It gives me capabilities even you wouldn't even be able to imagine, much less understand!"
Percy was convinced she had lost it, gone crazy in those three years they had not seen each other.
"Oh stop looking at me like that, love!" she chuckled. "You know for a fact it's true! I gave myself the powers my mom never wished to give me!"
She sounded like a villain, like the villains they used to fight together at a time.
"What made you this, Annie?" He questioned, nostalgia washing over him.
"Oh, terribly cliche answer what I'm about to give, but I'm afraid, Percy, that would be you, dimwit." She hummed. "That's a story I'll have to tell, innit?"
Her eyes flickered silver, before shoving a blade into Percy's chest.
I just finished watching Battle Tendency of JJBA, and that was fun! The poses were great, the Pillar Men were evil as hell, and the script was something beautiful to be inspired by, to be honest. -M