Wow! I got 4 reviews in less than a day? You guys make me blush! I still can't believe you guys like it! The last chapter wasn't that good, and my keyboard kinda broke in the middle of my "chapter" so, I had to use the onscreen one. That's why there are probably a million typos.

So I made this chapter a little longer than the last, mainly for a lack of muse on the last chapter, and I want to give you guys something good. (:

Also, Percy and Annabeth are not demigods. I'm adding in a few elements from their world, however. :3

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, only the story! All rights to Rick Riordan.

When Annabeth woke up, she realized she was in a small space. A very small place. The edges of her vision were blurry, and her head was itching up a storm. Her eye sight was blinded by gleaming glass, which she realized was shattered.

Once her eye sight returned to normal, she took a survey of her surroundings. The van she went unconscious in was now upside down. Her head was itchy because a shard of glass had scraped her scalp, and her blonde hair was now stained red.

However, the men strapped in to the front seats were still there, hanging upside down. The boy who sat in the passenger seat was definitely alive, but was having some issues with his seat belt. The driver didn't look good. Annabeth being the person she was debated on helping him. After all, he had kidnapped her. But the nice side of Annabeth began to help him, much to his surprise. He narrowed his eyes at her, trying to figure out what game she was playing.

Annabeth didn't play games.

Finally, after minutes of silence, Annabeth got the young man's seat belt to unlock. However, due to his position, he fell from the roof of the van with a low "Oof!" and a small thud. He immediately crawled over to his friend, and reached for his neck.

No pulse.

The black haired boy's expression changed from hopeful to bitter. His green eyes seemed darker as he looked down. No noise from Annabeth quite yet. His head rose as they both made eye contact. Grey eyes looking at green. Annabeth saw a little weakness in his eyes, but as fast as it came, it was gone. Trough the broken windshield the boy climbed. He showed no interest in Annabeth at all. No feelings, no readable body language, nothing.

"What's your na-" Annabeth asked, before getting cut off by the boy.

"Percy. Percy Jackson," he answered.

Annabeth was sure she had heard that name before, but wasn't quite sure where.

Her eyes followed Percy as he walked to the driver's side of the wrecked van. His pace slow, not in a rush. The importance of kidnapping her for the money was no longer of importance, it was now for his friend. Annabeth turned away as he dragged the dead body of his friend through the shattered glass.

While Annabeth refused to watch the boy, she looked around herself. They were obviously off-road, as she was able to hear the sounds of the highway clearly.

Annabeth felt sorry for him. "Look, Percy, I'm really sorry about your friend..." she trailed off, deciding by the look on his face, he didn't need any pity.

"Look, as long as you cooperate, I couldn't give two craps about how 'sorry' you are. As long as we keep moving, and you don't struggle, maybe you'll make it out alive. Back to your normal life. Okay?" he snapped at her.

She saw the fire in his eyes. It was fierce, but at the same time, it was somewhat gentle. But he was not gentle. He had kidnapped her!

Suddenly, she was curious as to what Percy did to the body. The man's body was propped against a tree, a blanket that she presumed was in the back covering his body.

As Percy turned around, she saw some what of a bump in his front-right pocket. By the shape of it, it looked oddly like a normal ball-point pen. But deep inside, she knew there was something special about it. What was special about a normal pen? She had no idea.

Annabeth had been curious about this "Percy Jackson" after the way he spoke to her. No one ever spoke to her like that, and she liked to keep it that way. But something about the way he didn't treat her like her friends did, the way he treated her as if they were almost on the same level, was unique to her. Anyone who knew who she was put her on a pedestal and treated her like royalty.

But not Percy Jackson, and she liked that. It was almost a rush, not having to be treated like a princess.

"Percy, if you want money, I can get you the money. Just take me home, and I can get it to you, no questions asked." she paused. "Okay, maybe one question from me. Why?"

Percy turned his head to look at her, and he almost seemed, surprised. But again, quick to hide his emotions, it disappeared.

"I'm sorry, but once you're in, there's no coming back out." He considered answering her question, but decided not to. He almost acted as if she never asked it in the first place.

As they walked, Annabeth's thoughts drifted elsewhere. To her boyfriend, Luke, her best-friend, Thalia, her mother, Athena, her father, and her brothers. Luke came first. What would happen when they couldn't find her? What would happen to him? Would he freak out? What about Luke?

Tada! I hope you guys enjoyed my slightly-longer-but-still-short chapter. xD Reviews make me happy, and flames will be used to roast marshmallows!