Hello all my "Kiddies" Thanks for 5 reveiws, 8 favorites, and 13 followers. Not as successful as my Tratie story: "Faking It". (Which you guys should totally check out) I have a goal to have this story be as successful as Faking It. So my reveiw goal is now 15, my Tratie has 38, so bit by bit. Thanks guys!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series.
Once upon a time there was a man named Riordan, Rick.
The incredible book he wrote was a best-selling hit.
But alas, his ownership was so freakin strict.
So to him, I wish to throw a brick.
But that's Nadia's gig, and as shocking as Clarisse's Lamer-er-Maimer,
I still have to write a stupid disclaimer.
To those who think you have a better chance of owning them than I,
Are you out of your mind?
So let's get this over with as here's the bottom line:
Percy dyes his food blue, Annabeth's eyes are gray,
Rick Riordan owns them, and because he's Mr. Riordan, he gets his own way.
Arabella's POV:
Arabella Summers woke up in a good mood.
Last night had been an amazing slumber party with Demetra and Silena. They had put glue on every weapon in the building, so all the guards were stuck to them. That might be a little hard to take a nap, you know, what if you moved in your sleep? And you rolled the wrong way and onto your weapon? That might hurt a bit. They had pigged out on everything in the house, Arabella had even eaten five full sticks of butter. She wondered if that was good for your cholesterol. Probably not. They had eaten so much, Arabella highly doubted they had removed all the carts of plates outside her room. It had been a crazy night.
Arabella streched in her guest room bed. She yawned and lazily grabbed an oddly misshaped chocolate from a plate she hadn't taken out last night. She plopped it in her mouth and chewed for a minute. She froze as her eyes widened. She spit it out and wiped the awful taste from her mouth. She came upon a conclusion:
It wasn't chocolate.
Maybe it had been a bad idea to let the squirrel come into her room...
Her good mood had been tried for a moment, but she was still fairly happy. She had a good fun night, had eaten to her heart's content, probably raised her cholesterol level to the danger zone, and best of all: she had trashed a room. Her first room trashing and now she realized why she had never done it before. She had to hop through the mess to the bathroom, but she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the man sitting on her balcony.
He had a strong build, just sitting there casually like, oh, I dress in full black and wear a ski mask to sit on a girl's balcony everyday! That's not creepy at all! He just let one leg dangle off and swing while his other was bent and supporting his arm. He sat there like he was supposed to be there... WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!
"Are you all right?" Arabella asked, slowly walking towards him.
He didn't answer, just let his leg swing.
"Excuse me, mysterious boy on my balcony, are you all right? Can I help you?" She said again, she was inches away from him.
She slowly touched his arms, barely grazing him with her fingertips. Despite her lack of pressure, the masked boy fell off her balcony. Arabella screamed, but she had a right to.
Her room was on the third floor.
Silena's POV:
Silena Beauregard was the prettiest of the pretty.
And she needed a break from it. That's why she immediantly agreed when her friend, Demetra, invited her to a slumber party at her place. Just her, Demetra, and Arabella. The distructo three. They had serious fun in the past, but nothing compared to this. Gluing all the guard's weapons to their hands? Classic! And completely emptying the building of all it's food? Perfection! Demetra came up with the ideas, Arabella snuck the glue onto the weapons and stole the food, and Silena kept them out of trouble. All it took was one bash of her lashes or a shake of the hips and they were home free.
"Why did you girls glue all our weapons to our hands?"
Silena stepped foward and in a innocent blonde voice answered, "We only wanted to make sure that you didn't loose them." Silena dragged a finger down the guards chest, "Do you forgive us? We were only trying to help."
"Of-" The guard's voice was three octaves too high. He cleared his throat and spoke four octaves lower, "Of course, Madame. You were only trying to help."
As soon as the guard left, all three girls had cracked up, laughing, falling to the floor, with pain in their ribs. It had been a fun night.
Silena awoke in her guest room and stretch against the pillows. She climbed out of bed, and walked to the bathroom. She was glad they had only trashed Arabella's room, she didn't feel like jumping through the clutter just to do her morning make-up.
Right in the middle of her second coat of mascara, a small little robotic ladybug flew out of the air vent and landed on the bathroom counter in plain sight of Silena.
"Hello there." Silena whispered to the machine, bending over to eye level. "Aren't you just the cutest little thing? Are you from the mechanic?"
The ladybug only clicked in response.
"I certainly hope not." Silena muttered to herself, straightening up. "Ugly fellow, he is."
The ladybug clicked again, hopping off the counter, landing with a quiet thud on the tile floor. It looked expectantly at Silena and then to the door. And back to Silena. Then the door. Silena. Door. Silena. Door.
"You want me to open the door?" Silena asked the bug.
The ladybug clicked a series of patterned noises. Morse code, maybe? Too bad Silena didn't understand Morse Cod.
"Um, click once for "yes" and two for "no". Do you want me to open the door?" Silena solved the communication problem.
The ladybug clicked once.
"Okay, then." Silena opened the door for the bug and then returned to her make-up.
The ladybug scurried out, but then turned and stopped when it saw Silena wasn't following. It went back to Silena and started bumping itself against her ankle.
"What?" She asked.
The ladybug went back to the open doorway and waited.
"You want me to come along? Silena guessed.
One click.
"All right then, just let me finish my make-up-" Silena started, but the ladybug interrupted her with a series of clicks and hums. Silena didn't know what they meant, but they sounded angry.
"Okay, okay. I'm coming." Silena said, twisting the mascara cap back on, then following the bug outside the bathroom.
She kept her eyes on the bug as it led her out her room and down the hallways. She passed by Arabella's room and saw a cart where, like, five empty butter trays with a single butter knife resided. Silena remember their butter eating contest last night, Arabella had won after she finished her first stick, but insisted on eating four more for a reason only Arabella knew, but wouldn't say. She passed by Demetra's room, which blared morning music. Silena had to cover her ears to keep them from exploding. Finally the bug turned another corner where a door awaited.
"Open this door too?" A curios Silena, questioned.
The ladybug clicked once.
"Okay." Silena shrugged.
She opened the door and the ladybug sped in and Silena had to jog to keep up. She followed the ladybug down a flight of stairs and into... a wine cellar? A single light hung from the ceiling, lighting up barrels, probably filled with alcohol. The ladybug had vanished.
"Hello? Little lady bug? Where'd you go? Why did you bring me down here?" Silena called into the darkness.
Silena had a sudden feeling in the pit of her stomach something was wrong, mostly because she heard the door at the top of the staircase click, it was locked. Silena turned to run up the stairs to check the lock, but a man dressed in full black blocked her path.
"Who are you?" Silena asked, trying and failing not to sound scared.
He didn't answer. He twisted his head to the right and then to the left, cracking his neck. He brought up his hands and cracked his knuckled and then each fingers. Silena whimpered, trying not to cry. So this is how she would die, alone in a cellar? He'd probably leave her body to rot and no one would ever find her. Or maybe he'd take her body and no one would know that this had been when she was murdered... Not over her dead body.
Sorry, bad choice of words.
Silena raced over to the barrels and started turning the nozzles, wine poured onto the ground. Silena gagged at the smell, forget murdering her, the odor alone would kill her, doornail dead. But Silena kept turning the nozzles, releasing the wine, and making a scene. She turned the last nozzle as the wine filled up to her knees, when she felt a sharp prick. She fell back into the lake of red wine. And for all those colorblind out there, red is also the color of blood.
Silena's last thought before she lost consciousness? She really wished that the bug had been from the mechanic.
Demetra's POV:
Demetra walked out of her room, leaving the morning music in on.
She slowly walked towards Silena's room, to ask for help with her make-up. Demetra didn't normally wear make-up, but the girl's were planning on shopping that day and the press would follow them everywhere. And this time Demetra didn't wanted to look like a clown on the cover of the city's newspaper.
Demetra was journeying to Silena's room when she heard a footstep behind her. Demetra turned and saw nothing, but an empty hallway. She took one last look before turning back to her walking. She had almost believed she had imagined the whole thing, but then a fruitbowl fell off a long, thin table behind her. Demetra quickly turned and looked, and still saw nothing. Demetra quickened her pace, then heard a slight cough behind her, right as she was in front of Arabella's room. Demetra had enough.
"All right, who's there?" She turned and called into the empty hallway. "Arabella? Silena?"
She still saw nothing. She turned back, trying to forget the whole spooky experience, and nearly ran into a masked man dressed in full black. She should've been scared, as most girl's would be upon meeting a masked man, dressed to blend into the darkness, but she wasn't. Through the eye-holes in his mask, she gazed into chocolate brown orbs. They were so rich and chocolately, she could've swam in them for eternity.
Demetra curiously cocked her head to the side, wondering who he was, he matched her gesture. She, riskingly, moved a hand towards his mask, he didn't move. She gulped down her doubt and fear, and slowly started sliding the mask up his face. She got it past his lips, before he grabbed her arm, she released the mask and tried to take her arm back. But he wouldn't loosen his gorilla grip.
Demetra glared at him, and ripped her arm away. She grabbed both his shoulders and brought her knee into his stomach. He doubled over, clutching his abdomen in pain. She gripped the fabric of his shirt and threw his towards the ground. His body complied, and he landed with a thud on the carpet. Demetra looked around for a weapon, only to find a butter knife, resting on a cart outside Arabella's room, near five-some-odd empty butter dishes.
She snatched up the knife and held it above her head, trying to look threatening. He stood, and shook his head, he looked at her, but not with anger. Demetra couldn't read the emotion, before he rushed at her. She tried to bring the knife down, but he caught it in his hand. He pushed her hand away, cupped her face, and brought his lips down onto hers. Demetra's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't object.
Her muscles loosened on the knife and it dropped to the floor with a satisfying clang. Demetra felt her back against the red brick wall, as she brought her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. She felt a sharp prick, but she ignored it. This was pure bliss, too much bliss to acknowledge a prick. Demetra felt like she was floating, like she was ready to pass out. Then she realized, it wasn't because of the kiss.
She pushed him, forcefully pushed him off, and looked at an empty syringe hanging from her right arm. He refused to meet her eyes, even through his mask, Demetra could tell his expression looked like he had just done the worst thing in his life. She ripped the syringe from her arm, and fell foward, her legs going numb.
He caught her and as her world smeared away, she almost thought she heard him muttered an apology.
Arabella's POV:
Arabella raced down the stairs and outside into the garden to see where the man had fallen. She wanted to be a good simaritan and help him.
But he wasn't there.
The garden was empty and silent. Except for the slight drip of water coming from the fountain.
"Hello?" Arabella called out. "I'm not sure who you are, but I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Hello?"
She heard a rustle in the bushes beside her. She turned, hoping it was the man.
"Hello? Are you okay?" She stepped closer to the bush. "Is that you?"
He sprung out of the bush, like a cat would, had it just been sprinkled by ice cold water. He quickly stuck a sharp syringe needle into her arms and pushed its contents into her. Arabella felt dizzy, like she couldn't hold herself up right. She fell forward and into his arms. She felt him shoulder her body. She looked up to glimpse at light one last time, when she saw another masked man in black give him the thumbs-up sign with another girl, that looked like Demetra drapped over his shoulder. Arabella's hair started blowing in the wind, a helicopter was landing.
As Arabella's vision faded away, she could only pray for Silena.
Third Person's POV:
Everything had gone according to plan.
Except Demetra's kidnapper wasn't supposed to feel guilty, yet he did. But that was okay, he'd get over it. The mission had been a success, now all the kidnappers had to do was wait for the discovery of the missing girls. Then watch the money roll in. This was the best plan they had ever thought of. Well, it was the only plan they had ever thought of, but that didn't matter either. The hard part was over.
And for a final time, the helicopter flew off into a setting sun, with nine kidnappers, and nine kidnapped princesses.
I am so sorry for not updating sooner! I had the lead in this musical "Guys and Dolls." I played Sarah Brown, for those who were wondering. Don't know the play? Google it! It was awesome! And I also had a bunch of homework to make up for missing some school for the musical. But I'm back on and I will try to update more often!
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