I, KeeponReadin, have escaped the treacherous clutches of Writer's Block!
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2) Sorry it took me so long to upload this I'll try to update quicker from now on
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4) I'm done with my blabbering... for now...
Chapter 9:
Annabeth's mind raced, she dug through her memory in search of some small clue as to who she was and who this boy was. Her mind was a void; an empty vacuum much like space itself. As the skeleton and his associate discussed what was probably a way to kill the both of them discreetly Annabeth attempted to contact the boy again. Hey, can you hear me?
He looked scared for a second; Uh, yeah…
Good, I don't know where we are, who you are, or even who I am but I know we need to get out of here.
He wrinkled his nose; Yeah it smells like crap down here.
She raised her eyebrow at him; I was more worried about them plotting to kill us.
He rolled his eyes; They couldn't kill us if they tried.
Honestly? Our chances of survival are slim right now. I have no clue how long we've been down here; as far as we know they could've already poisoned us and are talking about where to dump our bodies. There's no way we could take them; their grown men and we're tied up.
So I take it the glass is half full?
… Wait! I have an idea… Annabeth envisioned the ropes that bound her hands and was immediately able to feel the knot. She felt around it until she was able to start untying it; she had gotten half way through her bonds when one of her captors spoke up.
"I can't stand it anymore! Get them out of here, I don't care where you take them, just make sure their alive to watch us crush their pitiful excuse of a home." The skeleton's voice was heavily coated with disgust. His servant smiled a disgustingly evil smile as he approached Annabeth and yanked her up by the arm. The boy's sea green eyes were staring a hole of pure, unrelenting hatred through the man's head as he approached him and began the same process of yanking him up.
He gritted his teeth. "Don't touch me."
"Ha, and who's going to stop me?" The man's yellow teeth stuck out in a toothy sneer. Annabeth had been constantly working with the knot and paying attention to the skeleton man. The man had left his throne and exited through a door in the back of the room, an idea hit Annabeth. Hey, he's got a knife in the third pouch to the right on his belt.
He made eye contact with Annabeth and quickly nodded his head. "Your favorite color is purple."
The man looked at her menacingly, "What? How could you possibly- I mean… uh…"
"You secretly enjoy watching cat videos on YouTube, you never understood the concept of integers, you think your boss is a narcissistic pig, you love-," Annabeth could've gone on forever but a large hand intercepted her words.
"Unless you want to die right now in front of your boyfriend here I suggest you-," He stopped mid sentence and Annabeth realized that the boy had stabbed him. She looked at him in shock.
He shrugged. "I didn't kill him…"
"We should probably find someplace to put him?" Annabeth looked at him questioningly.
"Yeah hold on let me cut your ropes," He quickly cut the ropes holding Annabeth's hands and she rubbed her wrists.
"Thanks."
"No problem." He put the knife in his pocket and almost began dragging the man when he remembered something, "I didn't catch your name."
Annabeth put on a strained face, "I'm pretty sure it's Annabeth Chase."
"Nice to meet you I'm…" He furrowed his eyebrows and thought for a second. "Percy? Yeah I'm Percy Jackson." Percy smiled a lopsided grin and held his hand out for Annabeth to shake.
She shook it and added urgently, "We've got to hide this guy and get out of here before his boss gets back." Percy nodded his head and hoisted the man onto his shoulder firefighter style. Annabeth quickly scouted out the room for a hiding place when she heard voices coming from one of the many hallways that lead out of the enormous throne room. Annabeth whispered to Percy, "This must be the center of the entire structure; each of the hallways probably branches out into a smaller room like this one. Actually I'm pretty sure this entire place is located underground because of the way the supports are built." Annabeth gestured towards the huge columns that lined the walls and stretched up to form an elaborate pattern along the ceiling.
"Okay," Percy breathed. "How do we get out of here?"
"That's the million dollar question," Annabeth immediately began analyzing the architecture, taking in every last detail.
"Hey, there are some loose bricks in the floor. You think we can fit him in there?" Annabeth looked at the hole Percy had made then looked at the man Percy was carrying.
"Probably, but you have to hurry I heard voices coming down that hallway." Annabeth pointed in the direction of the hallway and Percy automatically began stuffing the man inside the hole. Annabeth bent down to help him and once they had closed the bricks leaving a small air hole so he wouldn't die they dove behind a stone pedestal. Just as they had taken cover the skeleton man appeared in the room and slumped across the room to his throne which appeared to be made out of some complex dirt material. In the light she realized the man had sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and a scar that stretched across his pale face where a scowl was permanently imprinted. He was dressed in a sweeping black cloak with matching black boots, gloves, and tunic. Then Annabeth looked down at herself and realized she was wearing an orange shirt that read 'Camp Half-Blood'. She looked over at Percy who was wearing a purple shirt and then she noticed his arm. She gently picked it up and turned her head to see a trident tattooed on his arm with the letters SPQR and a single line underneath.
Painful memories of running up a hill in the rain stung the back of her eyes. As she watched a tall figure with spiky black hair battle a Cyclops a lone tear came to her eye. Percy looked concerned but she waved him off. She watched as the figure collapsed and a tall boy with sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and a long scar across his scared face yelled at her. Annabeth shook her head to clear it; she was pretty sure she had just witnessed a scene from her past she was also pretty sure that whoever this skeleton guy was she knew him and at one point he had been a vital factor in her life.
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