hey guys and girls. It's me, back with another chapter! So before I tell you all about the chapter I just wanted to say that I saw mockingjay part 1! It was awesome, but I wish that they wouldn't have stopped the movie at that certain part! (Those of you who have seen the movie know what I am talking about.) So anyways, I have been trying to write some longer chapters, and I hope that it is working! So his chapter is kind of a filler, but without it, you will miss a very big character development, and of course a bit of percabeth fluff. Thank you to all of those who have review, followed, favourited, or even viewed my story. Your support means so much to me! I will now start talking so that you can all read my story, so without further a-due I present to you chapter 7 of Assassin Lover!

disclaimer: I do not own any of the Percy Jackson series, nor are any of the characters mine, the only thing I own is the plot to this story.

Chapter 7 Annabeth POV

I sit in the compartment, the only thing keeping me safe, from the person or thing that Percy awaits. There is a small screen inside, and I hug my knees close to my chest, staring at it intently.

At first nothing happens, and I start to get nervous. Finally, after what seems like hours, but is only minutes, Percy emerges from the abandoned shack.

I let out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding. But my relief is short lived, for a figure comes out of the rotted doorway, and jumps onto Percy's back. The force brings him down, and I let out a small cry.

I try to tell myself that I want Percy to die, that if he does die, I am free, but for some reason all I can feel is fear for his well being. And I hate myself for that. I hate that I have developed feelings for that monster. I hate that I want him to live, that I feel I need him to live. I can't say that these feelings don't exist, but I sure as hell am going to try everything in my power to ignore them.

Turning my focus back to the screen, I see that the men have moved closer to the cliff. Chewing on my lip, I watch in horror, as the man starts to strangle Percy. He struggles, but the unknown man does not loosen his grip.

Then Percy does something unexpected. He head butts his attacker, and the guy loosens his grip on him. Percy uses that to his advantage, and gets up, walking towards the unknown man.

I notice that Percy is limping, and will have to check that out later.

The attacker gets up much slower than Percy, and Percy uses that to his advantage.

The two start fighting again, the attackers back to the cliff. Then suddenly the attacker slips, and a gasp escapes my lips. The unknown man grabs onto a tree root.

The man says something, and Percy gives him a bewildered expression, and then the man lets go of the root, falling towards his death.

I look at the screen, stunned at the events I just witnessed. Percy staggers back into the car, and he pushes the button, letting me out of the compartment.

I climb out of the compartment, and gasp at Percy's appearance. He has a long gash on his forehead, blood dripping into his eyes. His clothes are ripped, and bruises dot his face, and around his neck.

But the most grotesque sight is his knee. The clothing that once covered it is now ripped, and the skin peeled back. The knee cap is twisted at a painful angle, and dirt is starting to come into the bloody wound.

"Oh Percy..." I say. But I never get to finish my sentence, because he falls limp into my arms.

I pull him fully into the car, so that his feet are not stuck outside of the door opening. As soon as his body is inside the car, the doors slams shut, locking me and Percy inside. I try to open the door, but it is locked.

I keep pulling, and pulling on it but it doesn't budge. I sit back in my seat, giving an exasperated sigh.

Then suddenly the car starts to move. I grab the wheel, but it to is stuck in place.

So I do the only thing that any normal person would do. I start hitting the wheel, and banging my fists on it.

"Come on you stupid wheel, move!" I say to no one in particular. Grunting in frustration, I sit back in my seat, and put mine, and Percy's seatbelt on, letting the car take me to its destination.

The car drives in silence, the hum of the engine purring softly. I turn to Percy, brushing his bangs off of his forehead, his hair sticky with blood seeping through the cut on his head.

I suddenly remember that he may be dead, and I quickly check for a pulse. Putting my fingers to his neck, I listen for the heartbeat.

It's faint, and beating slowly, but it is there. The car pulls into a driveway, and it's not until a minute of the car driving down the winded road like driveway, that I realize that this is the driveway of the Big House.

Then the Big House comes into view, and as if the car is self aware, it speeds up.

When the car is in front of the entrance to the house, it stops, and the doors unlock and open.

I slide out of the car. Looking at Percy, then at the house, and then at the woods, . I think about making a run for it, but I remember about what Percy said, about me not surviving out in the woods. He may have been bluffing, I'll never know, but when I look at him, lying helplessly in the drivers seat, I know that I can't leave him.

These past couple days, my feelings have started to grow for him. And I have started to realize, that maybe Percy didn't choose this life, maybe he was threatened, or got mixed in with the wrong crowd, or maybe he was brainwashed.

I once read a book, about an assassin, that was brainwashed by the FBI to kill people. But then, a mission went wrong, and he got amnesia, his identity gone completely from his memory, a gun, and passports his only lead.

I think that Percy and the character in the book, are alike in some ways.

Walking over to the drivers side, I crouch down, so that I am level with Percy.

Knowing that my muscles are going to ache after this, I pull Percy out of the car, onto the front porch.

He is lighter than I expected to be, but he is still heavy. Grunting, I put his arms around my shoulder, and half drag, half pull him towards the door. Once I reach it, I turn the handle, only to realize that it is locked.

Sighing to myself, I search Percy's pockets until finally I find a key. I put it into the lock, and turn it. I hear a click, and the door opens up.

I lug Percy inside, and into the front living room. Then I shove him onto the couch. His breathing is still slow, but it is there.

I get up, my muscles popping due to lugging around a 25 year old man. Walking out of the room, I explore the house, looking for a bathroom, that has a first aid kit. Turning down the hallway, I start to open doors. Revealing closets, sun rooms, and even a ballroom.

Finally, I found a large bathroom. Opening the linen closet inside, I find a large first aid kit. Opening it I find bandages, band aids, rubbing alcohol, and just about everything else you could ever need to heal a wound.

I take the case, back to the front room, where Percy lies. Red spots have started to appear on his shirt, and I realize that I am going to remove his shirt. It's already torn up, so I just rip it off, and peel it away from his body.

And then I gasp.

His body is beautifully sculpted, as if the gods themselves created him. His bronze skin covers his muscular chest, and his abdomen muscles are perfectly revealed, giving him a beautiful 6-pack.

But that's not what I am gaping at. No, it's the cuts and scars that are all over his body. Thick and thin, long and short, some healed, and some reopened due to his previous fight.

When I think about Percy being beaten, getting these scars it makes me want to throw up.

I start to tend to his wounds, bandaging, and applying rubbing alchohal. After bandaging up his head and chest I take a look at his knee.

The skin around it is all torn up, with blood everywhere. The attacker must have had spikes on the bottom of his boots. The wound is starting to ooze puss, and I fear it is beginning to become infected. Using a cloth I wipe away all the puss, also soaking up some of the blood. Then I apply the rubbing alcohol.

From past experiences I know that it hurts, and even though he is unconscious I still think that it is strong of him not to twitch, or show any recognition to the pain. But that begins to worry me. I keep cleaning, until I am satisfied with my work.

Then I take a look at the knee itself. The knee cap is shifted to the right, probably dislocated, and I realize that I am going to have to shift it back into place. I lean into his ear and whisper,

"Brace yourself," and push it back into place. I bandage it up, making sure it is secure.

Unlike when most people sleep, Percy does not look peaceful at all. He looked troubled, and I automatically wanted to comfort him.

Putting a blanket over him, I watch him sleep. No, you perverts, not in a creepy way, more like the way a mother watches her child.

I sit down on a chair, a blanket covering myself, and allow myself to finally drift off into sleep.

so that was chapter 7! Poor Percy, my little baby is hurt. Wouldn't it be a pity if he didn't wake up? *evil cackling*

"I will reveal nothing!" Just kidding nothing will happen to my baby, I ship percabeth to! Or do I? Stay tuned for the next chapter if you want to find out what awaits our dear percabeth! Review, and have an amazing night my lovelies!

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