"Zo..." Peter was frowning at her, concern in his pinched lips. "Zo what's wrong? Who was that?"

Zoe simply shook her head, phone clenched in her tight grip. She glowered at the wall and clenched her right hand into a fist. She let out an angry grunt as her fist flew and slammed into the wall. Peter was by her side in moments, her hand clasped in his.

"What are you doing Zoe?!" He demanded, "Who the hell was that?"

"Pete... it isn't important." She muttered, pulling her hand away from him, "I need to go out."

"Not until you tell me who was on the phone." He shook his head, "And you do realise you're bleeding." He pointed out, taking her hand once more. "Stay there." He instructed and disappeared off in a streak of silver hair to fetch the first aid kit. He was back before she'd even finished blinking. "Throw a hissy fit and I control the TV for the next month." He threatened as he began to dab at the splits in her knuckles with an antiseptic wipe.

"I don't know who it was, okay?" She snapped, hissing at the sting from the wipes but staying still none the less. No matter how pissed off she was now, she wasn't forfeiting the telly.

"What did they say?"

"Nothing good," She grumbled and he looked at her pointedly, "Fine. Quit with your ugly puppy eyes, I'll tell you. After I go for a run. I need to clear my head."

Peter sighed, he couldn't deal with her in this state. "Fine." He said as he ran a hand through his silvery hair, "Fine. But when you get back you're telling me exactly what was said. Got it?"

"You're not my mother okay? But fine. Got it." She said and turned tail, storming out through the door.

Peter wandered over to the phone and tentatively picked it up. He could redial the number; he knew he could. But really, the question was should he? Then again, Peter was never one for thinking before acting and so he dialled the number and pressed the phone to his ear. It rang and rang and rang a little more. But then a voice spoke.

"Peter, I presume?" The man's voice said and Peter could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

"Who are you?" Peter asked, growling down the phone. He had so many questions for the man on the other side and he wasn't sure where to start.

"That's not important." The man stated with a slightly impatient tone. "I do hope you aren't like your sister, getting angry over one short phone call." He stated, tutting.

At this peter scowled. "What did you say to Zoe?" He asked, anger seeping into his voice.

"Didn't she say she would tell you after her run?"

"What the fuck!" Peter growled angrily and in a matter of seconds searched the living room from top to bottom. "How did you get in our house and tell me where you've hidden everything!"

"Now that wouldn't be very fun. I do still need to keep an eye on you both, my favourite play things." The voice replied. "Now just be a patient little boy and wait!" He hung up, without waiting for Peter to respond.

Peter scowled and crushed the phone, impatiently zipping around the house. "Hurry up Zo.." He muttered, constantly checking his watch. He was really worried, about that man and what he had told her.

Once Zoe left the house she looked around, a bit wary after that short phone conversation, before starting her gentle jog towards the woods, they were always calming and they felt like a home away from home. She had the constant fear that she was either being watched or followed and so she stopped and looked around every once in a while before she carried on with her jog.

A snap of a twig caught her attention and she froze, quickly turning, her hand on the hilt of her dagger. A man, decked out in running gear was jogging down the lane. He had earphones in so was presumably in the middle of exercise. As he approached Zoe, the man began to smirk and looked at her. "Hello Zoe." he grinned, his expression dark but before Zoe had any time to react, something hit her across the back of her head, knocking her out.

Zoe began to stir after an unknown amount of time had past, the bright lights around her beginning to hurt her eyes. Her vision was blurry but she could make out some shapes, possibly people. "Wha... ugh." She groaned, blinking a few times. Had she been drugged?

"Ah, the subject is awake." A man walked closer to her with a smirk before he crouched down beside her. "Thank you for your co-operation, the blood and DNA samples we took from you will help us out so much."

"Who... are... you?" Zoe asked with a frown, attempting to hit the guy but her arms felt heavy and she could barely move them.

"Oh don't try to move, you've been given a very powerful sedative. It will take a few hours to wear off. Well it would for a human, but you aren't human." The man stated and stood up, walking over to a desk where a lot of computers and electronic equipment was. "Keep an eye on the girl, she is capable of anything." He told a group of four other scientists. They all nodded as they continued their work, occasionally glancing at the demigod.

Zoe scowled and forced herself to focus. Her vision was getting slightly better but it was still a little hazy and she had been through worse things than sedation. Taking a few deep breaths she tried to move her legs to a standing position. Her legs felt weak but she could still stand, even of she wasn't balanced and she occasionally swayed. "What.. do you.. want from me?" She asked the blurry figures in the distance before squeezing her eyes shut, the ground and the building beginning to tremble.

"Restrain her!" The man shouted to the other workers, the four quickly scrambling to their feet to get what they needed. They were taking to long. He rolled his eyes and grabbed his gun, shooting at the demigods shoulder. With a scowl he walked over to her.

Zoe grabbed her shoulder with her free hand. She could see the figure approach once she'd opened her eyes as her vision was not as blurry now. "What do you want with me?" She asked with a frown and also attempted to kick the man.

"You'll find out soon enough!" The man stated and easily moved out of the way. He sent a swift and powerful kick to each of her knees, causing her to collapse onto the floor. They would hurt for a while but she'd still be able to walk. He dodged a punch and grabbed the elbow of her good arm. He tightened his grip, his eyes cold and dark and he crushed the bones in her elbow, the demigods screams making this worthwhile. He was recording them. Once he had got what he needed, he punched her twice in the face, knocking the girl out with the second punch. "Finish collecting the samples and then dump her outside of the hospital. They can deal with her." And with that the man left the room, pleased with his work.

A couple of hours later, Zoe discharged herself from the hospital when she finally woke up. Her knees were bruised and sore but she could still walk, even if it was just walking to a Taxi. Her right arm was in a cast and her left shoulder had been stitched. and bandaged up. A bruised ring has blossomed around her eye and her skin was flacked with small cuts and purpling bruises. She sighed as she got in the cab, giving the driver her and Peter's address. She arrived not long after and managed to pay the cab driver with the last of the change she had, heading inside the house slowly.

Peter was sat on the sofa, tapping his foot impatiently. His sister had been gone for more than six hours now and he was worried but also angry because she hadn't replied to any of the hundred texts and calls he sent her. When he heard the door open, he zipped into the hallway, a scowl on his face ready to demand answers but stopped himself when he saw the state she was in. "Oh my god!" He gaped and went over to her with a frown. "What happened? Are you alright? Of course you aren't alright why am I even asking. Do you want a cup of tea? What do you need? Do you need anything? Even a piggy back? Holy shit Zoe who the hell did this to you? I was getting really worried. You weren't replying to any of my texts or returning any of my calls I must have left you like fifty messages on your answer phone. Shit Zoe... shit." He spoke so fast Zoe couldn't keep up at all.

Zoe sighed when he walked over, slumping her head onto his shoulder and beginning to sob. She couldn't be bothered to answer any of his questions bar the one he'd asked before she left. "The man... on the phone... H-he told me that since we saved those people... Could we save ourselves." She continued to sob even as a gentle arm was wrapped around her and rubbed her back. "Hes... the one that... did this.."

"Zo why didn't you just tell me before?" Peter asked, a little angry but he was more concerned for Zoe. He rubbed circles into her back, comforting her and trying calm her down. "Its okay now, just shhh." He muttered and turned a steely gaze towards the door. It could happen again, he was sure it would happen but he was adamant. He wasn't going to let anything more happen to her. He gently picked her up bridal style and lowered her onto bench in the hallway before sitting next to her.

"Pete...I'm scared.." She admitted and leaned against him, head resting on his shoulder. "Im sorry Pete.." She muttered, sniffling.

"I know Zo, I know.." Peter muttered and gently wrapped an arm around her.

They were brought out of their musings by a loud crash coming from the living room and the sound of shattering glass.

"Stay here." He told her, "I'll check it out." He didn't want her hurt any more than she already was. And so he sped into the lounge. Something he really shouldn't have done. His respiratory and circulatory systems worked so much faster than anybody else's. It meant that he couldn't get drunk, his liver filtered out alcohol too quickly to even get tipsy. But it also meant that any toxins would get around his body in less that a second. He only had to breathe in once for the smoke to cloud his whole body. It had travelled through his bloodstream in an instant and he was unable to stay awake any longer. He didn't even have the chance to tell Zoe not to come in before his system was flooded with the gas and he collapsed heavily to the ground.

Zoe heard the thud and her eyes went wide like those of a startled deer, "Peter?" She called out hesitantly but could hear no reply, nothing. Her fear for her brother was overruling any fear she had for herself and she sharply made her way into the living room. The sight that greeter her almost made her heart stop. The window was shattered and the room was filled with a fog. Peter lay, unmoving, on the ground, a canister leaking gas lying only a short ways away from him. "Peter..." She whispered again and ran over to his side, "Oh gods..." she breathed but didn't have the chance to say anything more before the gas flooded her system too and she fell forwards, landing on top of his still form.