What have i done? Chapter 11
Percy walked right into Auntie Em's Garden Gnome Emporium. He avoided looking at the statues, the eyes were really creepy. A lot of them were broken and a few towards the front even had graffiti on them. What kind of gang would've found this place, Percy didn't know.
The old place brought back memories of his first quest. Things were so much simpler back then. Maybe that quest still influenced what he still did today, because of friendships he'd made then. Medusa, the third monster that he had ever encountered as a half-blood, and they had been blind enough to walk right into her lair, but strong enough to fight their way out before it was too late.
He laughed as he recalled telling Medusa that he Annabeth and Grover were orphans who were in the circus.
"…OR MAYBE HE MEANT A DIFFERENT GAS STATION…"
He finally made it to the back of the back of the warehouse, using Riptide as a sort of flashlight. The soft glow of the celestial bronze made the place even more eerie. He started scanning the room for Annabeth. Surely she hadn't actually gone to FIGHT for them. His next step ran him into something about two feet tall. It tripped him and he rolled across the tile. Riptide skittering off in the other direction.
"Gods. Stupid statues. I have got to find the lights in this place."
He crawled over and grabbed his sword. Using the glow once again he made his way behind the snack counter and found the light switch on the back wall.
The light revealed Kronos's throne, a table across the room loaded with armour and weapons, and a - statue?
Percy put riptide back in his pocket and strode over to the form kneeling in the floor, the thing he had tripped over.
He took the Yankees hat off and laid it on the ground as he examined the thing.
I t certainly wasn't a statue, it was full colour and her hands were warm. The hands of a Daughter of Athena. But she wasn't moving, she was stiff, her tears weren't moving even though they were half way down her face.
"Annabeth what have they done to you?" He whispered.
The next thing he knew a sword point was at his throat. "What do you want, trespasser?"
Apparently during his journey in the dark and finding Annabeth the passed out demigod had came to and snuck back after him, trying to find the invisible person. Then he had armed himself and then waited for the right moment to step out.
He'd picked the right moment all right. Percy slowly got to his feet.
"Do you really think it wise to threaten me?" Percy asked as he pulled out Riptide.
"Do you think it wise to threaten me with a pen?"
Percy pulled off the cap and as the ballpoint pen elongated into a three foot long bronze blade with Anaklusmos etched along the guard it was the other boy's turn to be shocked.
"If you think you're going to leave with her." He jutted his chin toward Annabeth. "You're wrong. The master has yet to deal with the prisoner. She will not be taken out of these premises." He said it like he was a recording.
"Maybe," Percy said through his teeth. "I'll just take you out."
He sliced and jabbed at the half-blood, going easy at first to get a feel for his skill level. He seemed to be very inexperienced to begin with, his parries were weak and his jabs were slow and predictable.
Percy started pushing harder, he should've be easy to take out. But the boy kept coming and soon his technique matched Percy's. The son of Poseidon realised that this fight could go on until someone tired out, which would most likely be him. He'd barely slept and on top of the curse of Achilles that was suicidal. So he made his decision and did the first sword trick he had ever learned. A disarming manoeuvre. His opponent's blade clattered to the floor and the kid staggered backwards.
Within a matter of minutes Percy had bound the boy with duct tape from the office and put him in a supply closet. It was safe to say he wouldn't be bothering anyone for a good long time.
Percy rushed back to Annabeth as soon as he was finished. He couldn't leave her here for Kronos to kill her and if he stayed and fought, himself against a whole army the chances were slim. But he had to get going. Fast.
Once he made up his mind on the most rational plan he could think of he knelt in the floor next to her and prayed to any and every god he could think of. Then he put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her stiff form up so he could get her knees over his other arm and carry her out.
The least you could say is that it was hard. By frozen in time, she was frozen and wouldn't bend or move. Her legs were almost too bent to support easily. And if anything time added to her weight slowing him down. He also realised that if he faced anyone on the way back he couldn't get to his sword all that quick.
He finally made it out of the camp only to find himself with another problem.
He didnt know the way back.
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