She's Lost Inside
Thank you to the people who reviewed! It really made my day so here is chapter 2!
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or the Heroes of Olympus Series.
Summary
Annabeth Chase had admired Luke, looked up to him … until she learned who he really was. For the past 6 years she has been held captive and used as a personal slave to the gang leader of New York, until one day Annabeth is sent to Goode High School on a little "business" on behalf of Luke and his gang. Once there she discovers the truth about her past and who the boy with sea green eyes is she has been dreaming about.
Chapter Two
Annabeth POV
As I stared in awe at the picture, I only heard the last of what Luke was saying:
"We need to kill Perseus Jackson".
I gasp. I can't help it. Ever since I've been here those eyes have been haunting me, and know I find out that the person they belong to is an actual flesh and blood human. I know I made a mistake even before Atlas pushes me against the wall, holding my thin arms behind my back, his face inches away from mine.
"How do you know this boy?" He growls at me. When I don't answer he slams my head against the wall and my vision briefly turns blurry. How am I meant to explain that I've seen this boy before, but never actually physically seen him?
"How. Do. You. Know. Him?" his voice is perfectly controlled as he asks me again, but his eyes are filled with an unimaginable anger and I can't help thinking that this man might actually kill me.
"I–I don't know! I swear, please, please, I've never s–seen him before" tears run down my face as I barely make out my sentence. I haven't cried since I was 11 years old and in one quick moment I am practically begging. No. I attempt to dry my face on my shirt and stand a little taller, I will not show weakness in front of them. I will not let them know how much pain they have caused me over the years.
I notice Luke staring at me. My eyes meet his and I see a joyful glint in his eyes. He picks up the picture of the boy – Perseus – once again and looks at me, then back to the picture, an evil grin slowly spreading across his face.
"Annabeth, how old are you?" he asks me this slyly, as if he is treading on frozen ice which could crack at any moment. Luke nods at Atlas, who, in turn, slowly releases his grip on me. I subconsciously rub my newly bruised wrists from his tight grip, unsure why he is asking me this.
I start to tell him I am 16, then quickly close my mouth. Today is my birthday. I am 17. I should be spending today with my family and friends, laughing and eating cake. These should be some of the best years of my life. But no, instead I am facing New York's most vicious gang leader and his right–hand men, still waiting for me to answer one simple question.
"17. I'm 17 today, Sir." Luke breaks into a wicked smile, contorting his scar. I can see the gears turning through Atlas's eyes, and soon enough a smile starts playing on the side of his lips.
"Just in time for the school year…" Atlas mutters, glancing at Luke.
"What? What is going on? Tell me." Gabe is oblivious to it all; even I have managed to sort through several possibilities ranking from terrible to horrible.
"And enough time for training." Luke finishes. I feel very self-conscious having 3 pairs of eyes on me; two full of knowing and evil planning, and one full of absolute cluelessness.
Luke lifts his hand and half points half waves towards me.
"Gabe, pull out a chair for our guest." That last word is filled with so much fake kindness the sickness in my stomach returns. Gabe is about to complain before Luke gives him a harsh glare.
"Gabe," Luke says coldly, "Now."
He almost falls out of his seat trying to please his boss.
"Yes, Lord Kronos." I am then seated right next to Luke. He leans forward onto his arms and gives me that grin again; the one he was wearing on the night we first met. The one full of kindness and love and safety, as if you could trust him with anything. The smile he only uses when he wants something.
"Oh Annabeth…" he lets his sentence drag on as he reaches up and tucks a stray piece of my stringy blonde hair behind my ear. And in that moment, the monster who has ruined my life for the past 7 years, hurt me in the worst possible way. He treated me as if he cared for me all these years, as if he were my family. It's too late for that Luke, you broke your promise. And my heart.
"Oh Annie. Do I have something special in store for you."
Third Person POV
The girl looked at herself in her mirror. She was beautiful. Her hair was shorter – just below her breasts – and had regained its natural sun–kissed blonde colour, along with her natural princess curls. Her 'typical Californian' tan was back, after having spent many hours out in the sun over the past few weeks. She was back to a good healthy weight, and had toned up quite nicely due to all her training. But the biggest difference was her eyes. Her stormy gray eyes that seemed as if they calculated everything around them, that always looked like she was thinking, trying to figure something out. Her eyes were the only things about the girls appearance that offered insight into how she was really feeling. Behind her beautiful façade and fake smile, if you looked closely – if you cared enough, you could tell the girl was frightened. Frightened for her life if she couldn't pull off what she needed too.
She jumps when she hears a knock on the door, and in walks an attractive college–aged guy in a suit. His eyes scan her before he smiles, making sure she looks appropriate, and not like she had spent a good majority of her life as his personal slave. He nods appraisingly, admiring how beautiful she is. She'll be perfect.
"What's your name?" the boy asks, though it is not a question: it is a test.
"Annabeth Saggio." The girl answers back naturally, as if she has been telling people that for years. The boy opens his mouth to test her again, but she is one step ahead of him.
"I am 17 years old. My parents are Real Estate Agents and we just moved here from San Francisco. I'm an only child. I love cheerleading and plan on trying out for the squad this year. My favourite subject is Greek Mythology." The girl recites the miniature speech with a perfect fake smile on her face, exactly as she'd been taught.
The boy smiles in return. She's perfect, he thought. Why didn't we think of this earlier? Percy Jackson won't know what's hit him until it's too late.
That's it for chapter 2! I wanted to stop it there so that it won't just drag on and on. Please review and let me know what you thought! I would really appreciate it! Thanks.