hello internet inhabitants! Well I am really sorry that I didn't update. My dad got season tickets to this really big sports event for my country (won't say what event or sport because then you will all know where I live, I'll give you a hint it's not the United States.) anyways I was very busy, and I just have A LOT going on right now. My swim coach is pushing us like crazy, (on Friday, when we have two practices a day, we swam nine kilometres all together!) she actually told me that she was going to, and I quote,

"break you, then put you back together, without the crappy technique." Sounds like the military, like seriously, that woman will be the death of me! But I love her anyways and she has helped me out a lot both mentally and physically this past season.

So anyways, thanks to all who have read and reviewed, it means a ton to me, and yes, I do read every single one of your reviews! Thanks to all the authors who have inspired me to write, and most of all thank you Kylee for making me start writing. You are truly the bum to my hole. (Sorry for the gross comment but it's really true.)

So enjoy this chapter and please enjoy and oh yeah, REVIEW!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Percy Jackson books, nor do I own any of the characters. The only thing I own is the plot to this story.

Percy POV

All I can feel is darkness.
All I can see is darkness.

I feel as though I am darkness.

Then I see a light, it's small, and I have to concentrate to see it, but it's there.

I take off towards the light, and it starts to get bigger and bigger.

My heart rate quickens, and I begin to become excited to see the light. Now travelling faster I make my way towards the light.

Just as I am about to reach it...

I fall into the darkness.

Sometime later, I find myself falling out of the darkness, and the same light that I saw before appears again in front of me.

Knowing that it may only be there for a limited amount of time, I start towards it, going as fast as I can.

I am an in a short distance of the light.

But then it starts to fade.
"No!" I scream, and take off towards it again, chasing after the dying out light.

I reach the light, but instead of fading, it only gets brighter.

Brighter and brighter the light gets, making me squint, then all together it's gone, and I feel my eyelids begin to flutter open.

My eyes adjust to the dim lighting of the room that I am now in. It takes me a moment to realize that I am in the front room of my house.

To the left of me, curled up in a ball, is Annabeth. She is sleeping peacefully a blanket tucked around her.

I try to walk over to Annabeth, so I can ask her what the hell is going on, but a searing pain shoots up my leg.

I let out of cry of pain, and it must have been pretty loud, because Annabeth wakes up with a start. She looks over at me, and her expression changes into something that I can't read.

"Oh, you're awake," she says getting up from the chair and makes her way towards me.

I look down at my body, and see that a blanket is tucked up to my waist, my chest bare, and covered in bandages.

Confused I try to recount what happened to me.

Ethan slips on the moist dirt, and tumbles backwards falling down the cliff. I think that this is the end, but he grabs onto a tree root, sticking out of the cliff's side.

"It's over Ethan, just admit defeat. You aren't living anymore, end your life, and you can be with your mother again."

Ethan cringes at these words, but them does something that I never would have suspected. He gives me an actual sincere sympathetic look.

"I am admitting defeat now Jackson. My time has come. But listen carefully, for I am only going to say this once, remember who the real enemy is."

I am just about to ask Ethan what he means, when he lets go of the tree root, falling towards his death.

He doesn't cry out like I would expect, he falls silently, and that is what scares me more.

I stagger back to the car, picking up the briefcase on my way. I ponder what Ethan just said.

"Remember who the real enemy is." What does that even mean? My thoughts begin to grow hazy, and it becomes even more difficult to walk.

Somehow I make it to my car, and I push the button, opening the compartment that hides Annabeth. She looks at me and gasps. I probably look like shit.

"Oh Percy..." She says. I never hear what she says next because I fall into her arms, and then and then everything goes black.

I try to think of what happens next, but my memory is clouded. I look over at Annabeth expectantly, hoping she will tell me what happened. When she doesn't understand why I am staring at her, I let out a sigh. Dumb blonde. (A/N: I have nothing against blondes, I just needed to put that in the story. As a matter of fact I love blondes, my mums a blonde, two of my best friends are blondes.)

"Well are you going to stand there like an idiot, or are you going to tell me why I am half naked, and feel like a piece of crap that just got run over by a transport truck on the freeway?" I ask, starting to get irritated with her.

Why is she still here anyway, I was unconscious, she could have grabbed food and ran, made a break for it. She can't possibly think that she wouldn't survive out there, she may be an annoying pain in the butt, but she is smart.

I turn my attention back to Annabeth who is sitting on the edge of the couch frowning.

"Because of me you are still alive. So instead of being an annoying prick, you should be thanking me right now," she says sourly. I give her a look of genuine curiosity, and when she finally realizes that I am going to keep my mouth shut she begins to talk again.

"After you were unconscious I pulled you into the car so I could get a better look at your cuts. Just as you were pulled in the car doors slam shut, and the car itself begins to move," I smirk at the thought of Annabeth freaking out at the moving car. The boss had a special system installed in all of the agents cars to take them back to a programmed destination, in case they were wounded in a mission, and unable to drive.

"Anyways, the car took us back to this house, where I got the key from your pocket, and unlocked the door, and dragged you inside. Then I bandaged up all of your wounds. I probably fell asleep on the chair or something, and the next thing you know, you woke me up," she said a bit annoyed that I had disrupted her sleep.

I rolled my eyes at her. But there was still one part of her story that didn't add up.

"I don't understand, why wouldn't you just leave when you left me inside, or just left me outside and ran?" I said, with genuine curiosity. Then smiling to her I said, "I always knew you had a crush on me Annabeth, that's why you just couldn't bear to leave me.

She gives a dry laugh.

"Don't flatter yourself, once I dragged you inside I tried to open the door to leave,but it was locked. So when I tried to grab the key, I umm... Kind of left it outside," she says wincing at her own stupidity.

I smile at her,

"Yeah sure. Just admit it Chase, you're secretly in love with me. Sorry to burst your bubble, but you aren't my type, I don't go for blondes, or stubborn bitches," I say, automatically realizing that I went to far.

She frowns, and a wave of hurt flashes across her face. She looks like she may cry, but looks at me in the eyes, the anger radiating off of her.

"Listen here Jackson, you can call me a lot of things, but a bitch is not one of them. You can not say anything about me. You are the worst kind of person, and you feed off of other peoples misery, in hopes that you can get rid of some of your own. No one can love you, because you are a selfish jerk, killing people who are unable to defend themselves. And do you know what makes you Jackson, that makes you a filthy sick coward. You are a cow-"

I don't let her finish her sentence, because I spring from the couch, ignoring the searing pain coursing through my body, and grab Annabeth's wrists, pushing her into the wall.

My eyes are blazing with fury, my face turning red from anger.

"Listen here Annabeth, I am only going to say this once. I have been nice enough to let you live, and not torture you. You will treat me with the respect that I deserve, or I will not hesitate to put a bullet through your head. You know what I am capable of, so for your benefit only, don't. Mess. With. Me."

Neither of us realized that with every sentence, we kept inching closer together, and now are faces are only inches apart. I keep the close proximity with her, curious at what she will do next. She gives me an expression of hate, but also of pity.

I won't understand why she pitied me in that moment, until much, much later.

I let go of her wrists, push her against the wall, and hear a bump as her head connects with the wall. She winces, but only slightly, and there will probably be a fair sized bruise at the back of her head.

I walk out of the front room, and up to my bedroom, realizing that I haven't slept in my bed for two days.

Falling into my bed,literally, I look up at the ceiling, wondering what could have made Annabeth and I say such hurtful things.

Then I laugh at myself for thinking that we could actually have been normal. I am her kidnapper, and she is my prisoner.

We can never be normal, we will always hate one another. I wish for a moment, that I wasn't an assassin, and that I could have met Annabeth in a coffee shop, or a bookstore, like in one of those cliché romance movies, and then we could have grown to have a fairly normal relationship.

I sigh to myself, wondering why the fates had to be so cruel to me, I know that what happens is my fault now, but at the start it wasn't, I was just a kid who had really bad luck.

So um, Percy and Annabeth just fought. Percy is frustrated. Annabeth and Percy both said some pretty hurtful things. But what does Percy mean, it wasn't his fault in the beginning? Well I guess I should tell you... In the next couple chapters! Mwa ha ha ha! Stay tuned for more chapters and have a good life! Please review, and that is all that I have to say. Bye for now and I guess talk to you later!

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