Me: And heeeeere's Jason! He was the one that was most wanted, you know, to be the next co-host…..
Jason: Hey.
Me: The people want to know, how come only you can fly, but Thalia can't?
Jason: Oh, she can, it's just, you know…she doesn't use that power….'cause of the…height problem…?
Me: Lol, so true.
Jason: Did….did you just SAY "lol"?
Me: ….Yeah.
Jason: Who does that?
Me: I'm going back to my room to cry some more. Enjoy this chapter.

~Annabeth's POV~

"No!" I screamed as Percy was about to be gutted. I threw myself at Gigi, even though Percy was in this predicament because he was about to help me out of the empousa's clutches.

A word for the wise: Never mess with my boyfriend. If you do, it's on like Donkey Kong.

(Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit *listener's discretion advised*)

I head butted Gigi in the stomach, and together we crashed through the glass wall of the body shop. We were outside now.

My instincts took over, and I flipped Gigi under me as we were in the air, using her like a cushion, keeping me safe from the broken glass. She howled in pain as the glass entered her back, and the ADHD part of me wished that the moon was full tonight, instead of being in its "new" phase.

"Get off of me! What the Hades?" she screamed. Instead of answering her, I noticed it was already dark outside. According to the skies, it was about 10:00.

Using my advantage of being on top of her, I raked my nails across her face, hopefully blinding her for a while as my friends (and Ron) reached us and helped me get rid of the empousa. Somewhere along the way I lost track of my dagger.

I waited a while, but nobody came. Where were they? I decided to use this time to question her.

"Earlier, you spoke of a master. Who is it, and why does he or she want us dead?"

Instead of an answer, I got this:

"Hey, are you guys in some kind of movie?"

I was momentarily confused, because that last voice was neither Gigi's or mine.

I turned around, and there was a hispanic teenage girl holding the hand of a younger hispanic girl, probably about nine years old. I completely forgot about the empousa, who used the distraction to throw me off of her.

I sailed back, probably screaming like "Waaaauuuuugghhh!"

I screamed in pain, and realized that I hadn't been thrown that far back. I landed on some glass. Every time I breathed, the glass penetrated my back even more.

I was even blacking out slowly, really slowly. I may have cracked my skull a bit on the pavement.

Gigi hissed at the girl who distracted me.

The girl's eyes widened and she pushed her younger companion in front of her to get her running. "Time to haul ass, Daniela! Run, sucker, run!" Soon, they were out of sight. Therefore, out of mind.

"Now, my boss," she began, with a mocking undertone on that last word, "told me to kill you right away. But you will definitely suffer before you die. Then you will die. You may be a hot boy, but you're a bad hot boy."

She slowly dragged her fingernails across my face, making sure I felt every painful stoke of her hand. I tried not to make a sound.

I couldn't move. I think the crack in my skull was serious, because all I could do was watch. Even blinking was agonizing.

Where were Percy and Thalia? Where was Ron?

Gigi began to use her sharp nails to make horizontal cuts on the bridge of my nose. I didn't understand what was going on, but I was seriously getting creeped out now. She leaned down and licked the blood off my nose, the horrible stench of her breath entering my nostrils. But whatever. At least she didn't kiss m-

She cut my lower lip and then kissed me!

If I could have, I would have shuddered and pushed her off of me! This was so wrong in so many ways. I did NOT bat for the other team, male anatomy or not.

I began to feel tears streaming down my face. Was this how it was going to end? I prayed that this would stop, and it was like someone out there actually listened.

I heard a ZIP!

An arrow materialized in Gigi's head, and she managed to scream before turning into golden dust. The only things that remained of her were her 10 crooked fingers. Double the amount the recipe asked for.

I think my relief was too much, or maybe my body needed serious rest, because I passed out immediately.

In my dream, I was just a spectator. There were two little boys playing in a meadow, putting flowers in their tunics. One of them was blonde, and the other had dark hair, maybe black. And it was obvious that they were best friends.

Suddenly, the blonde boy's eyes darkened, literally, but then snapped out of whatever had just happened. He looked at his best friend with new eyes. He backed away from the dark-haired one, like as if he was some sort of monster.

The dark-haired one smiled and asked in Ancient Greek what was wrong. The blonde just got up abruptly, and left running like his life depended on it.

The one left behind sat there, confused, then tried to go after his friend, but then tripped on a rock and began to cry. His wails made my heart lurch in compassion. But the compassion disappeared when his wails began to sound like angry screaming, then a man cursing. The boy slowly morphed into a man, maybe mid-twenties, and started cursing the blonde in Ancient Greek. I only understood a few words.

"I will kill you, Apollo!"

Then he turned angrily, stalking off to Zeus knows where. Then he turned and said in a sweet voice "Wake up, Annabeth. Show us that you aren't dead. Wake up."

So I did.

I was on a bed, Ron above me. He beamed and called to my friends.

They came and Thalia tackle-hugged me, which really hurt.

Percy took my hand and seemed to take his first breath in a while. "I thought you were going to die on me for a second there."

I smiled. "Me? Never."

Thalia held up a bag. "Empousa fingers check!" She turned to fist-bump Clarisse, but remembered that she had abandoned us. She blushed and coughed. "A-as soon as you get better, we've got to continue on."

I nodded. Percy handed me our last piece of ambrosia, and I ate it.

The cuts on my nose disappeared, and in no time, I felt great.

"Let's go," Percy said. Everyone else exited the motel room.

I hung back a little, still troubled by my dream. What did Apollo see in that vision he obviously had before he left his friend so rudely? And who was this "boss" Gigi spoke about?

I looked at the ever-present duck in my hand, and I wondered if this quest was really just about giving me back my original body.

Jason: What am I supposed to do now? I think the author girl said that the next co-host was going to be a god or something….
Jason:…..
Jason: So yeah….bye. Read and repew.
Jason: I mean, READ AND REVIEW!