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Helloooo! So yay I decided I like Annabeth POV's so we're going back to Annabeth's POV also I wrote up a bit of her POV like in march that I wanted to do so now I can post that, next chappie.

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I let the creek water wash over my legs. It's grimy, but cleaner then me currently. I watch the bits of dirt come of as I gently rub my legs in the water. My shoes sit on the other side of the creek.

Those flip-flops are almost all the way worn down. I watch my feet. They're tougher then they ever where before I got seperated. I always had my lucky converses, I found them in a raided shoe store, just my size, and brand new.

I'd had them about two years.

They had worn out a few days ago, and I've been using cheap flip-flops.

These are almost worn out as well.

I still haven't found the group. It worries me.

My legs are clean, so I walk across the creek to my shoes. Birds chirp in the trees. How funny. Birds. You never used to be able to hear birds.

A sharp pain hits my foot. "SH-it!" I say, my voice yelled in surprise before I remembered to lower it.

I hobbled to my flip flops and a large rock. I sit down, and look at my foot. Not good. A perfectly straight cut is right through my foot, deeper near my heel.

"Not good" I mutter. I lean down to where my pack is and grab it. I search through until I find my first aid kit-Hydrogen peroxide, tissues, Q-Tips, and some bandages. I look back at my foot.

"What. The. Fuck?" I ask. My blood is neon yellow. I frown, and I slip on a sandal so I can hobble back to the water. I look for the knife, my cut can wait.

A blade is wedged in between two rocks, perfectly hidden exept when stepped on. It's a pure shiny silver, must be rust resistant. It's a butcher blade, deep then thin, explaining my cut. It has no handle,so I carefully draw it out of the water.

A clear goo coats it even after my foot hit it.

I scrape off a bit and put it on some smeared blood on my leg. It turns yellow.

"Clever. Hydro-pheltnamine. turns colorful when touches certain substances. But it won't kill me" I raise my gun at the person in the tree and cock it.

"How did you do that?" He asks, jumping down.

"You try raising a kid in this fucked up place. You haven't been here long, and would've gotten away with it if you weren't in all black" I say.

He drops form the tree.

"You have a kid?" He asks.

"Little sister"

"I've followed you for a mile, didn't see a sister"

I clench my teeth.

"She's been captured. And I wouldn't have told you if she was with me"

The guy tenses. His black eyes look more haunting.

"Who?"

"The bitch queen. Now are you going to attack me or can I go heal this?" I ask.

"Whoops sorry" He lowers his gun.

"Thank you" I say sarcastically.

I hobble over to the rock and wash my cut with the peroxide.

"Crrraaap!" I say, swearing at the pain.

I wrap my cut quickly.

"You know if you where going to try and attack me or capture me or try and sell me your not doing a good job" I inform him.

"I am not trying to do any of those, I'm not that effed up. Now. I suppose we should introduce ourselves. I'm Nico" He says.

I frown. Nico... Nico... I was going to tell him to fuck off because I wanted him to leave but I recognize the name

I step back.

"I'm not that scary" He jokes.

"Dead Man" I say.

His face becomes guarded.

"How-"

"Percy" I say.

He sighs.

"So they're alive?" He asks.

"Most."

"Percy wouldn't take your sister"

"No. But that bitch Rachel would"

"Rachel? Your kidding" He says.

"Do I LOOK like I'm kidding?" I ask.

"No"

"Good answer. Now are you still trying to find them? We can combine forces and-"

He cuts me off.

"No. We're not trying to find Percy, especially not if she's with them" He spits it out like Rachel is vermin-which she is.

"How did you meet her?" I test my foot out.

"We met her on the road, then she said she knew a place that was safe. we followed her, and nothing good came of it."

"What?" I ask.

"She took us to a facility, but when I got a bit to suspicious, she just tried to kill us outside the gate. Instead she knocked us out and somehow got us to California. We've been trying to find our way back to that place ever since."

"What? Why?"

"Because there where people there. Real people. She was going to put us under and into these-machines of hers that keep you in this kind of stasis... but if we could get back there, and cut the power-it's a lot of people"

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