Annabeth's POV
Annabeth up on her coat, and checked to make sure Riptide was still with her. Yep, there is was. She choked up thinking about Percy. Nevertheless, since she didn't have any other option, she picked herself up and walked to Semele.
"My dear, well done. You have prepared and are finally ready to go into the Underworld." Semele smiled, and her eyes radiated a hint of greed.
"I have the plane ticket to get to Los Angles." Annabeth tried not to think that if Percy were with her, they couldn't travel in a plane. She tried to concentrate on the fact that this was her mission - hers alone. It felt awful.
"Well done. How about the Helm?" Semele had supposedly found the Helm of Darkness that Hera had supposedly stolen. It didn't quite all fit together in Annabeth's brain, but what other choice was there than to believe?
"I have the Helm. Wish me luck." Annabeth said with a vacant look in her eyes.
"Good luck, dear. And remember, this is the only way to avenge Percy." Annabeth's head swam with anger. She believed what was said. And she had to carry out this plan against Hera.
Annabeth shouldered the backpack she loaded, and walked out of the door to the taxi that was waiting for her. She didn't even realize that this place was a part of the cave that was on an island in the sea.
How there was a road in New York right at the exit of this place, Annabeth didn't stop to consider.
Percy's POV
After breaking free, Percy let Dorcas take the lead; for he was the one who set up all the traps in the first place. He knew the way away from death.
"Where will we escape?" Percy whispered, instinctively reaching for Riptide when he realized he had given it to Annabeth.
"I know a way. They way I came in in the first place. It leads back to Camp."
"You were a camper?" Percy asked in surprise.
"No, I was always on this side - I just know because they sent me to your Camp to set possible traps. None worked. I did always feel as if Camp was were I was supposed to be though."
Dorcas grew quiet. Percy gently prodded him on, and decided to not say anything except give the gesture of patting him on the back.
"Come on. We're almost there." Percy told him, although he really didn't know how much farther it was. He just said that because Annabeth would always say that to him, and it kept him going.
Percy tried not to think about her. Then he realized he was constantly thinking about her. He couldn't help it. Percy sighed, and let a little moan from his heart escape. He tried to shrug it off, when he realized how much worse Annabeth had it.
She probably thought he was dead. And now, traveling into the Underworld alone, with no motivation except revenge?
Percy shuddered. Annabeth could get really scary. And he wished he were there to at least be there with her.
Annabeth's POV
Percy was the only thing on her mind. His laugh, his shining green eyes that seemed to smirk almost as big as the smirk on his face. She remembered how quickly he told her he wanted her in his future. Kids, a family.
Annabeth couldn't hold it anymore. With nothing driving her mind anymore except hurt, she let a tear free.
Threatening to break down, she quickly inhaled and exhaled, trying to stop the flood of tears. She wiped them away, and stared out the window of the cab angrily. Once she controlled her feelings, she tried to recall why she was here.
Revenge.
Revenge on Hera, the most useless goddess, the immortal she hated the most. And that was saying a lot.
But something tugged on her heart. Something was pulling her back.
A heartbeat.
One beating alongside hers. One who seemed to be there for her always.
Percy.
Percy's POV
Annabeth. He could feel her close to him. He knew her. She was trying to be strong. He asked the gods, especially Athena, to allow him to bear some of the hurt she was suffering.
Then it hit him. Her suffering.
It was unbearable.
"Percy!" Dorcas cried in a hushed tone, helping to support Percy who had almost collapsed.
"I - I'm fine. Just a little dizzy."
"Okay. We should keep moving. I think I know where you can meet up with Annabeth."
Her name.
Percy fell over again.
"Ahhgg - ahhh... " Percy was panting. It hurt. But it was satisfying to know he was taking this pain away from her.
"Percy! You're not ok! Would water help?" Dorcas sounded frantic.
"No. I need to keep moving. Come on, Dork. We got this."
Dorcas nodded, placing his complete trust in Percy.
Annabeth's POV
Then it hit her. Her Seaweed Brain wouldn't break a promise. He was always going to be with her. Whether he was dead or alive. She smiled, despite every turmoil her heart was going through.
Everything made sense except one thing: the heartbeat. Was he truly alive? Or was it wishful thinking.
Then a voice in her ear spoke aloud:
"YOU MUST AVENGE PERSEUS JACKSON. HE HAS DIED AND NOW YOU. MUST. KILL. HERA. DESTROOOYYYY HER."
Annabeth clutched her ear, and screamed in pain. The voice went away. But suddenly the power and magic seemed to hit her. She clenched her jaw and set her eyes on the speedometer.
"Faster." She growled at the cabbie.
"Faster." She said again, in a terrifying gurgle.
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