Please forgive me if my Percabeth is cheesy or stupid, but I'll give it a shot. Probably none in this chapter, (or the next, for that matter) just so you know.

You know, when I was seeing if I got any more reviews, and I did, (THANK YOU!) I decided to look at a story I haven't read updates of for a while (Silver Pyramid, good story). I finished the most recent chapter, scrolled up, and then my jaw dropped when I saw that the author had received over 200 reviews. It was sort of depressing. Does my story suck that bad? It probably does but I still hope not.

On that happy note, on with the story! Just so you know, this chapter is sort of… bloody, but again I can't skip this chapter. Just a warning because I'm keeping the rating K+.

(By the way, if you DO hate my story, go read Percy Jackson and the Hero's Sword, if not, read it anyways.)

Chapter 4: I Get Slapped… Twice

Four things happened in that small frame of time. 1) The weird Golem monster pierced Rachael's cheeks and blood started to ooze out. 2) Rachael didn't seem to notice it at all. 3) I aimed a punch at the monster but it went right through him… and onto Rachael's face. 4) The monster evaporated at impact, but not in the usual shower of dust. It literally melted into the sky then dropped like a barbell, straight to the Underworld.

Rachael looked awestruck at me for a moment, then her eyes flashed and her hand came up to slap me, HARD, across my face. I winced. Then she turned and ran away leaving small drops of blood on the sidewalk. Gross. But then I realized something: she was going to die if she didn't get help soon. But if she doesn't notice the blood and she can see through the Mist…

Was it just me? Were the monsters playing tricks on me? I ended up deciding to stop thinking and start doing: Rachael was going to bleed to death. What could I do? I didn't know but I sprinted after her and the trail of blood. She had a good head start, but I had adrenaline flowing in my viens. The blotches were getting bigger.

After 2 minutes of tireless running, I caught up to her again. "M-monster, (gasp) bleeding, (gasp) you! (GASP)" All I got in return was another slap. Ouch.

Regaining my breath, I lunged at her and grabbed one of her arms despite her struggling. "Don't-you-feel-anything!? There-was-a-monster-that-gored-your-face-and-your-bleeding-bad-don't-you-understand-you're-gonna-die-if-you-don't-get-serious-help!?" I said at full speed. She looked at me like I was crazy, and struggled some more.

"What the Styx are you talking about?" I could recognize that voice anywhere. My heart stopped for a moment. I turned and saw Annabeth, not in an IM this time, smirking. "She's not bleeding, you are." I realized she was right. (That was some slap) "Got in a wittle fight with your fwiend? Mmm?"

She didn't see the blood either? But she was a demigod! What would make me see the blood and not her!?

Now it was my turn to look like they were crazy. Fortuanately, (and unfortunately) Rachael started to pale because of loss of blood. Her cheek was now stained red.

Annabeth seemed to pale and blush at the same time (how could she manage that?) then addressed me (of course she still almost completely ignored Rachael, who was looking puzzled but stayed where she was) "For now, I'll trust you. But why on earth can you see it and not me?" (she, of course, 'forgot' Rachael again)

"You think I know? You're the wise one." She blushed, then muttered a half-hearted "Shut up". Oops. I blushed, too. I meant to be sarcastic. But not like I'm saying she's not smart, I mean she is.… Oh, never mind.

So, with Annabeth's reluctant help and Rachael's struggling, we bandaged her up pretty well. She still swore she didn't feel a thing.

WOW. That was soooooooooooo stupid. Another chapter on the list for ones to re-do. There will be a continuation of this; I'm just bored and don't want to bother finishing this right now. I know: you think I'm a lazy writer. You're probably right, but I'm aiming for the next chap to be about as long as this, so really this will be a pretty long chapter once I get around to it. By the way, I'm dieing to have them get to camp, but there's a lot to cover before I do that (moan). Hang on!

--nobody special at all