Everyone STOP look at the reviews. does it say 70?! I THINK IT DOES! HOLY CRAP! 70!

Rick called me back and left me a very mean voice mail about how Percy wasn't mine and never would be. I'm taking him to court.

Quote: "Right," she said, "We're going to the Land of the Dead and I shouldn't think negative."

Drew walked down the hall with her new boy toy. Even she had to admit that he was nothing but a pretty face. He had been dating that other girl for a while, they had seemed happy, not that she cared, just an observation. And then she was gone, kidnapped and he waited about a week before his douchebag side came out and he wanted to hook up with Drew. And she had of course complied. He was after all the captain of the football team, tall, blue eyed. Who wouldn't have said yes?! Besides she was probably dead by now anyways so it didn't matter. He didn't even blink when he walked by her locker, with the flowers decorating in and the pictures asking if people had seen her. The same the surrounded the other girls locker, same flowers, pictures. They had been gone almost a month now. The flowers were dying. The pictures fading. Their life dwindling before their loved ones lives. The police had come to school to see if anyone was involved, anyone who had witnessed anything. Nobody had come forward and there was no conclusive evidence, or so the cops had said. As Drew looked one of the pictures of the girls together fell off the locker and drifted to the floor, landing face down, and even Drew felt a pang in her heart for them. She slipped out of Luke's grip, unable to let him touch her anymore, and walked to her next class leaving him abandoned at Thalia's locker.

Police station

Sgt. Chiron had been devastated by the pictures he had seen on the website. He was the best agent on the force and had found them. Figuratively of course. There was a website that was holding them as an auction, well Annabeth and Percy, he still hadn't found Thalia or Nico yet. The pictures were of the poor girl looking terribly uncomfortable in a dress too small for her, stunning yet scarred. And then there was Percy. His room was almost the same, black wall paper and dim lighting. He was in jeans that hung low on his boy hips a thin strip of black boxers peeking out above them. His rib cage was dangerously close to visible and his head hung low, one hand was sweeping though his hair and the other in his back pocket. He looked… comfortable. He had to know people were looking at him, bidding on him and yet he was comfortable. Chiron wondered what had happened to him to make this horrid situation tolerable for the child. He was just seventeen, taken the day after his birthday. Although he doubted that day had been so great either considering the family record. Nobody had come in looking for him, no missing persons report filed. If he hadn't been taken from school in broad daylight he might still have been under the radar. His stepfather was Satan personified too, the criminal record that guy had managed to rank up was impressive even to a cop. And then there was the video. It had been sent to the website and viewed by millions already after just over 24 hours. The time stamp in the corner showed just after they were taken. Percy was in what looked like a kitchen, a man with thinning hair was the only other person the camera showed. He looked down on Percy, who was tied to a chair with his hand behind him. The man advanced on him quickly but instead of hitting him as Chiron expects he gets him out of the chair and starts to walk him into what might be a living room. Chiron turns his gaze to the man's hands, brushing up and down Percy's back. Percy shivers once and the man immediately takes offence and yells out. He is holding his hand as if he was struck, then another man comes into view and grabs a terrified Percy by the collar of his shirt.

"What the hell did you do you piece of shit?!" Percy's eyes widen, he hadn't done anything that Chiron had seen.

"Bastard twisted my wrist! I can't believe he didn't break it boss!"

The reaction is immediate. A man off screen tosses something to the uninjured man in front of the camera. A whip. (see earlier chapter if you forgot that this was what had happened to Percy) There was a crack and a scream and the camera cut out. Chiron was going to find these kids. He promised them that.

Chase house

The alarm in the twin's room went off, six fifteen as usual. But this time they got up to a silent house. No shower running, no blow-dryer buzzing. No Annabeth. At first the family had come closer together because of their loss but after a few weeks their parents were agitated with each other and the boys. School was torture because they would come home to do their homework and get stuck on math (as always) and run to her room for help only to see an empty bed that hadn't been slept in, closed curtains with no one to open them, a light layer of dust on her dresser because nobody dared go into her room. They missed her more than they thought possible, besides they had been a month without flushing the toilet while she was in the shower and they were getting bored!

Jackson house

Sally was making dinner for Gabe and his poker buddies, trying not to listen to their banter

"Kid still gone then? Bet you're getting laid more now huh?" and then laughter.

"Even if I wasn't, and I'm not saying I'm not, I'd be one hell of a happier man, that thing made a mess and always argued with me, couldn't take that kid!" and once again she wanted to beat Gabe to death the with pan she was making his dinner in.

"I liked him, nice boy" said the girl in there, she was also mid-forties and had checked out Percy more times than Sally cared to imagine, she was harmless though.

Sally 'accidentally' burned the meat a little, not so much that Gabe would be upset, just enough to make herself feel a little better. That was, until Gabe crossed a line,

"Personally I hope the bastard's already dead so there is no chance of him making it back."

The pot hit the floor with a crash, the soup spilling everywhere. The living room, where the card game was set up, fell silent and she stormed in. Walking directly up to her husband she smacked her hand across his face and pointed to the door. He gaped at her open mouthed as the other players filed out, when the door clicked shut Gabe stood slowly, warningly. She didn't back away. She didn't flinch. She stood tall. Percy would be proud of her.

"Get out of Percy's house." Gabe stared at her for another few seconds before he went to smack her across the face. She stopped his hand with her own. Thank God Percy had forced her to take those self-defense classes, he always said Gabe would try this one day, on some level he must have known he wouldn't be able to save her as he had so many times before. She put his hand at his side and said again

"Get out" and this time he did. She was left alone in the house to think of Percy, to miss Percy. And God did she ever.

Almost left it there but I didn't want to leave it without any Percy and Annabeth romance!

3 weeks after being brought to the mansion

Percy slept on the mattress next to hers, his pulse visible at his neck. He looked so innocent when he was asleep, the drool on his pillow an ever growing puddle. They had been down here in their room for hours, the house work was done, the fire place burning (at a cost however, one of Percy's palms was now charred). That appeared to be the extent of their job at the house as of right now, general house work, nothing extreme. And that had only started a few days ago when the woman had decided that Percy was strong enough to work….

Percy thrashed against her as she tried to maneuver him onto his mattress. His screams forced her to stop; she couldn't put him through this. He was still bleeding a little, his face a sick shade of green and sweat coating every inch of skin.

After a few days when she thought he was finally healing he spent the entire night throwing up anything he had eaten that was still in his stomach.

And then came the nightmares

Followed by the stubborn Percy demanding he could walk and ripping open his wound, and then not telling Annabeth who woke up the next morning to Percy in a pool of his own blood.

She just about killed him herself.

She was awaken from her daydream to the sound of heels clicking their way down the hall and Percy rousing out of bed and making his way over to her. Then the door opened and once again they were thrust into yet another world of torment and pain.

70 REVIEWS! If I get to 100 I will actually cry ok guys? I've always wanted to be able to be one of those freaking people that can get 100 reviews! ok so next chapter will the Percy and Annabeth again and maybe some thalico, I think they need a few mins of our time too J

Thank you guys so much every one of your reviews means a lot, they forced me to write a chapter in a day!