Ok…now, Luke and Percy can be HURT! That means that they could kill each other without their Achilles heel. Coprendo? Got it? DISCLAMER: I… I can't say it. Ok I will… I don't own any Percy Jackson books or characters! WOW that was the toughest thing I ever had to write! Read while I try to breath again.
Annabeth's P.O.V
"Stop, Luke, please." It was so dark, I couldn't see a thing but I could feel my feet bleeding from stumbling over rocks and fallen branches.
"Rest, dear." He threw me to the ground.
"You call me that again and…" I threatened.
"And what, darling?" Wait for it…wait for it, one, two, three…NOW! I grabbed my dagger and stabbed it into Luke's heel. Blood squirted out from the really deep gash. The sight made me sick. I know, I know the daughter of Athena and sick of blood? It just does okay? DON"T JUDGE ME!
"OWWW!" Luke wailed. He grabbed me by my shirt and lifted the scythe to my hand. Picture a deep cut, then put alcohol on it, then poke the deep gash with a stick all the way down to make it deeper. Now imagine that times 100,910. That wouldn't have been close to what I felt. The pain spread through my veins like poison. I could feel my soul disappearing. Then it went black.
"I am dead. I leave my dagger to Thalia, my ring to Percy...WAIT! Why is everything so...PINK?" I woke up on the floor of a beautiful room; full of pictures of the Gods and a huge bed with silk sheets…I could go on forever thinking Luke was all a dream and I'm in the big house that the Aphrodite kids got a hold of. I heard a knock at the door and half expected Chiron to walk in with a fluffy pink tutu and lipstick on but, nooooooo it had to be Luke didn't it? As soon as he walked in the pictures burned and turned into hideous pictures of the titans and the bed turned into a mat and everything went dark purple and black. I remembered what happened last night and my anger boiled over and I lunged at him, dagger in one hand.
"ARGGHH!" I hit against something hard. But, I didn't see anything.
"What's this?" I felt against nothing but at the same time something.
"It's a box made up of indestructible air. You won't come out until I say so." I growled. As I looked around and saw only a mat, and a thin cotton blanket. I screamed for Percy, I wailed for Percy, I begged for Percy. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't believe this happened to me. I wish I could die. I had a weird feeling that my wish will come true soon enough.
That was chapter 3. Sorry no Percy P.O.V. I didn't know what to do with him. Suggestions are welcome as are complements and comments. No flames! It was kind of uneventful because I'm in a rush! Going to Pennsylvania but will try 2 post tomorrow! Promise to post soon! R&R