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So this is cHaPtEr 4!
I couldn't help myself, I had to write. Writing for this story is fun and I enjoy it a lot.
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Percy's POV
I don't think I thought about running to Annabeth's room twice...actually, I didn't think about it at all. My feet automatically moved and in seconds, I was in Annabeth's door. I couldn't see inside, since it was completely dark, but I could have sworn the scream came from her room. I placed my hand on the door knob and turned it to the side...but it didn't open...it was locked. I closed my hand into a fist and hit the door with all my might. I banged on the door a couple of times, but there was still no answer.
"Annabeth! Annabeth, open the dang door!" I yelled.
Still, all I heard was silence. Worry was beginning to consume my insides. What if she was hurt? What happened? Why can't she open the door or atleast respond to me when I'm calling her? Then I saw something move in the dark, something that seemed broken. That's when I couldn't wait any longer. I stepped back a few feet and ran towards the door. At the very last moment, my foot made contact to the door, and the door fell flat on the floor. Pain shot up my leg and I had to kind of limp when I walked, but that was the least of my problems. I had to make sure she was okay.
I peered inside the room, to again see darkness. My hand worked it's way around the wall until I found the light switch. The light blinked on and what I saw made me blink twice to make sure I'd seen it right. Annabeth was kneeled down on the floor, over a body. The body had rotting skin, very little hair, and it's eyes completely black. It was a zombie. You might be asking yourself; Why does a zombie surprise you? You should be used to them. The answer is; I am used to them, but there is one thing that I am not used to...Zombies entering the Museum. They weren't supposed to enter. This place was designed for not one zombie to penetrate it's walls, which were pure titanium metal. All the big doors where guarded at night, heavily. This wasn't supposed to happen...this zombie couldn't have gotten in...not unless someone specifically wanted it to.
"Are you alright?" I asked Annabeth.
She pulled her knife from the inside of the zombie's abdomen. Little blood came out, but I wasn't paying attention to the floor, if going to be dirty or not. I needed to know if she was okay.
Annabeth looked up at me, her face had no trace of emotion. She cleaned her knife on the zombie's dirty and smelly clothes, then she stood up and placed her knife back where it belongs, strapped around her left arm.
"I'm fine." She told me.
But I needed to know if she was lying or not, again that was hard to tell. I couldn't read Annabeth like an open book and that bothered me. But I had to focus on what is important here. She got attacked by a zombie that was never supposed to be in here...who let it in and why? I moved closer to her. I wanted to give her a reasurring hug, but maybe that was a little too much for just knowing her two and a half days. So, I just put my hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Are you?" I asked.
Again, she looked at me. But this time her expression was confused.
"Why do you care about me? I can take care of myself, you now?"
"A little help from time to time doesn't hurt, Annabeth."
"Does it?"
And again, she manages to confuse me. She was been hurt by someone before. But who? How? Why couldn't she open up to me? Why couldn't she see that I can be a good friend, and that she can trust me?
More footsteps came from the end of the hallway. Before I could even lift my gun, Annabeth already had her knife out. To fight with a knife you had to be smart and quick, two things Annabeth certainly is. The footsteps bounced off the walls and the echo filled the room. It was close. As I pointed my gun to the door, the figure walked in...and the figure was Jason.
"I heard a scream, is anything wrong?" He asked while he panted.
He must have run all the way from the enterance of the museum just to check on Annabeth...She was making friends, that's good, right? Then why do I fill this...this filling at the pit of my stomach. A filling that wanted to make me stand in front of Annabeth and tell Jason to back off and that I had it under control.
"It's alright, Jason. Annabeth didn't need any help." I told him.
He nodded slowly, but his eyes searched the room. His electric blue eyes widen when he's eyes finally saw the zombie laying on the floor.
"How did that-" He was about to ask something, but I cut him off.
"That's what we want to know."
"Jason, check the windows in the exhibit and the main hallway. I'll go check the stairways. Percy, you..." She stopped talking a bit when her eyes meant mine.
It was like a dark, grey storm cloud meeting with the uncontrolable and powerful sea.
"-you go check the cameras in your office. I've seen the 'hidden cameras' everywhere. There has to be some footage of how, when and who let the zombie in." Annabeth finished her plan.
Jason flashed her a bright smile.
"Aye, aye, Capitan!" Jason said in spanish as he saluted then ran off again.
I looked over at Annabeth, asking her once last time if she was alright with my eyes.
"Go check the cameras, Percy. I'm fine." And with that, she ran towards the door next to the cafeteria that leads up to the stairs.
I sighed, and walked toward the office.
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I checked, double checked, even triple checked the security cameras and found nothing. Nothing at all. No footage of anyone getting out of their beds, no windows or doors where broken...it was like if this zombie had been here all this time. That made me feel even more guilty. In the four doors I didn't let Annabeth go in, that's where we tried to find the cures. We had three live zombies in there, hoping we could cure them...but one managed to get out. But why did it attack Annabeth?
"So, what did you find out?" Annabeth said as she sat down in the chair next to me.
It was 10AM. She acted like if nothing happened last night, like it had been completely normal to get attacked by a zombie while your trying to sleep. I tapped my ballpoint pen I named RipTide on the desk, impatiently. Should I tell her? What if she blames me for this? What if everyone else blames me for this? What if the others don't feel safe in here, anymore?
When I finally looked back at Annabeth, she had a perfect blonde eyebrow raised as if telling me, is there something I need to know?
"I didn't find anything, Annabeth. I'm sorry." I lied.
She sighed and leaned back in her chair.
"There's nothing to be sorry about, Percy. It's not like it's your fault. You didn't know this would happen...plus, I'm not hurt. I'm fine."
"But what if you are hurt next time? What if someone else is hurt? I can't let this happen again. As leader, I have to be more responsible."
"You are a responsible, kind, strong leader, Percy. Don't blame this on yourself."
I smiled a bit...did she really think those things about me. She noticed and narrowed her eyes.
"Don't let that enlarge your ego." She warned.
"To late." I smiled at her.
She shook her head.
Then the door opened, revealing Nico. He looked tired, as if he had been running for miles. He panted and gestured with his hands, trying to tell me something.
"What is it, Nico?" I asked.
"Thalia...she...she's in the...lobby...with...with Rosie." Nico managed to say.
I jumped out my seat and ran to the lobby. I had forgotten about my little girl! I couldn't wait to see her! My little girl is back! She's back!
When I reached the lobby, I saw Thalia crying as she held Rosie's body close to hers. She must be crying of happiness.
"Rosie!" I yelled as I ran.
But Rosie didnt turn around to look at me. Her skin seemed deathly pale...no...
"Rosie?" I asked as I kneeled down next to Thalia.
Thalia was a mess. Her black hair was in knots, her eyes were red and puffy and her face was red. Either from being tired or from all the crying.
"Percy...Percy, Rosie's dead!" She cried.
My heart stopped for the second time that day.
Annabeth's POV
I strapped the black fighting gloves to my hands.
I had sat there in the office waiting for Percy after he ran out the room. After a half hour, he still didn't return. So I got bored and decided to punch the heck out of some practice dummies. I was wearing black basketball shorts and a grey non-sleeve shirt. Piper had given these to me the other day, and now they came in handy. I bounched slightly on my feet as I struck the dummy, taking small pauses to watch it move as my fist made contact with it's face.
Left, Right, Left, Right.
I hit the dummy with constant blows until it's face didn't look like it's face anymore. It was all rearranged and messed up. Then, still bouncing slightly on my feet, I turned around...my foot made an arc in the air and hit the dummy right where a little heart was drawn. The dummy broke off it's stand and fell to the floor. I smiled.
Dummy: 0
Annabeth: 22
As I was about to make my way to the next zombie, someone beat me to it. As soon as I saw the raven black hair I knew who it was. He went straight to the dummy and with one, powerful punch, it broke and fell to the floor. My eyes widen a little bit, that took strength.
"Percy?" I asked.
He punched and kicked the other dummies...just once. They all began to fall.
"What?" He asked angrily.
"What's wrong?" I asked again.
"I," Punch. "Just." Kick. "Want." Uppercut. "To. Be. Alone." Then the dummy fell to the floor as he punched it one last time.
6 dummies in less than 4 minutes.
I knew what his problem was. He was fighting away his angers, his worries, his...tears. He wasn't crying, but I could tell he was extremely sad...what happened? I went up to him, not scared of him what-so-ever and caught his fist before it hit the dummy. He looked at me, his green eyes wild. He took his hand away from mine, quickly...as if he were disgusted.
"Get out of my way." He said.
"Percy, what's wrong?"
He looked at me straight in the eyes. He's usually beautiful seagreen eyes were clouded; his eyes seemed to have lost their glow. This surprised me, and my heart was filled with worry and sympathy. And I'm sure he didn't want either.
"Please, go. I want to be alone." He said softly.
Then I did something I thought I wouldn't do. I hugged him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me. He seemed surprised for a moment and then he wrapped his strong arms around my waist and pulled me closer. He put his forehead on the nook of my neck and we stayed like that for what seemed like forever.
"Thank you." He said once he pulled away.
My heart was beating so fast I was afraid he would hear it.
"It's nothing. I should be thanking you, for, uh, making sure I was okay with that zombie thing...I just guess I'm not used to it."
"No problem." He said as he smiled at me.
I felt like my heart was going to beat right out of my chest...I looked at somewhere, anywhere, except of the handsome guy in front of me. I stared at the fallen dummies...then wondered, what got him so angry?
"Percy, where are you?" I heard a voice echo through the halls.
But Percy didn't turn to look at where the sound came from...He just looked at me. There was something in his eyes, but I didn't know what it was.
"I have to go, Percy. See you around." I told him as I backed away from the Gym.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
Has he forgotten that someone is looking for him?
"The Exhibits...see you later."
Then I was gone. I looked at all the pictures and all the nice artifacts they had. But my mind was somewhere else, it was replaying the hug like a broken record. This isn't going to happen. I'm not going to fall for Percy. I'm...not?
I am going to update Prison Love, but I just couldn't help myself. I enjoy writing this story.
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