I know I just entered my first one like an hour ago, or maybe less, but I love to write stories(mostly my own). Hope you enjoy cliff-hangers and all because there will be many of those. Don't forget to review;)
He heard a sound come from the front door. He slowly closed his textbook and turned off the small lamp on his dresser top and slowly got to his feet. He had no idea what it would be, or even who. The sound came from the front door, meaning it was pushed open. Did he forget to lock the door again? His mom would be so mad at him if she found that out. He slowly and quietly made his way across the small hallway before grabbing his pen, Riptide, out of his pocket. He stood and waited for another sound, his finger poised to uncap the pen if needed.
He heard a gasp from the living room and he jumped across the room, his pen now uncapped and in sword form. His hearing had told him that the gasp had been near the door, but a little way inside of the apartment. He pounced, light on his feet, and raised Riptide, the point aimed at the intruder's throat. He looked at the frightened grey eyes that stared back at him, looking more distant and clouded. He looked at the blond hair that came down around and behind her shoulders. He gasped as he dropped the blade on the ground and stared at her, confused by who it was.
Annabeth stood in front of him, her body straight and rigid, as she seemed to stare at the ground. She then turned to the wall she had backed up into and jumped back, stumbling but still standing. Percy tried to get near her, but stopped at the sight of her face. She looked as if she were reading the walls, horrified by what she read. "Annabeth." he whispered, then she seemed terrified but did not look back at him. Her knees buckled, and Percy fought the urge to grab her before she fell to her knees. She swayed to one side, and this time he ran to her as she closed her eyes and gasped for breath. As he held her in his arms for a while, her breathing steadied as if she were unconscious but not hurt.
He turned away for a moment to look back at the hallway, then turned back to Annabeth. He remembered the look in her eyes, the horror of whatever she had seen on the wall. "I'll be right back, don't worry." He whispered as he picked her up and layed her on the couch, her entire body shivering as if she were cold. He stepped back for a moment, staring at her limp figure, before he ran to his mother's bedroom, where he found her reading one of those novels she loved to read. She looked up at him as he ran in. Before she could ask, he waved her off and shivered. "Come quick, it's Annabeth." was all he had to say before they both ran to the living room to see what had happened.
She placed her hand on Annabeth's, maybe feeling for a steady pulse and released her when she found it. "She's just asleep, she'll be fine. How did she get here? What happened?" She asked him as he placed his hands on Annabeth's face, cupping her face in his hands. He could feel her steady breathing, but it didn't make him worry less. "Percy," His mom placed a hand on his shoulder, but he barely felt it. He was lost in a realm of questions. What had happened to her? Did she have a breakdown? Did she rethink at the last second to come here? Was she being hunted? The last question caught him off guard as it flew through his thoughts. Who would hunt Annabeth? As soon as he thought it he knew. Annabeth had a lot of enemies, just like Percy. It came with their lives, being heroes of Olympus gave you allies and enemies, but mostly enemies.
"Percy." His mother repeated herself, but to him it sounded like Annabeth had called him. He looked down at her limp figure and looked at her face, his hands now at his sides. He looked at her face, the light from the open windows making her skin look more gold than tanned. Her expression looked more calm than stern, as it mostly was around him for a while. He wondered what had happened to her, and if he could help her in any way.
Well, if I can help her in one way, it's keeping her safe. He decides as he stood and walked to the cupboard to get a blanket, then came back to place it on Annabeth. As he tucked it around her, Annabeth seemed to sigh and snuggle against his arm. He thought on where she should sleep and decided to take her to his room. If he got tired and she didn't wake he could always sleep on the floor. He wrapped the blanket around her before pulling her into his arms. She felt lighter than he had expected, her head falling against his chest while her legs dangled above the ground. He slowly turned away from the couch and walked over to his bedroom, his door slightly ajar, and placed her onto his bed, her head rested against the pillows. He made sure she was comfortable enough before leaving her side and leaving the room, closing the door behind him.
As he walked over to the living room, he heard the light sound of water being boiled. He sighed, thinking about how generous his mom was about people's safety. He walked over to the small kitchen and sat down at the table, slowly he started to rub his temples. His mom walked over with a cup of tea a few minutes later. He softly pushed it away. "Mom, you know I don't like-"
"It's not for you, it's for Annabeth. Give it to her when she wakes." He nodded and slowly carried it back to his bedroom. He opened the door and placed the mug on his dresser top after making space by moving his old exam papers. He grabbed a chair and sat down, watching Annabeth's breathing form. He wondered if she would like to see him as soon as she woke up, but decided to leave the bedroom after sitting for a half hour or so. For now, he closed his eyes and leaned back, his head against the wall, and slept.