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Annabeth

I ducked as the window shattered, and Percy swerved around trying not to lose control of the car. They were trying to shoot us, and doing a pretty damn good job of it.

"You okay?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the road. We had almost reached the highway, where there were so many cars the FBI couldn't shoot us without hurting civilians.

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." He sighed then took a sharp turn, where there were finally more cars around us. Everyone was probably wondering what the hell had happened to us, and Percy didn't slow down as we reached the highway. Luke and the rest of the team were still following us, but they had stopped shooting.

The events in the past hour had resulted in Percy looking like a madman. His eyes wide, sweat dotting his forehead, and his messy hair sticking up in all directions because of the fast wind rushing through the broken windows; he basically looked like a teenager who vandalized a building and had gotten caught.

No, he hadn't been caught yet.

There were exactly five black cars identical to ours that were behind us, and Luke was in the one directly behind us while the others were scattered amongst the other automobiles. They knew they couldn't do anything to us without the other people on the streets finding out.

"We can't just stay like this," said Percy, licking his lips. "We'll run out of gasoline at some point."

He was right. We had enough now, but if we just kept driving on and on and on they'd get us. I put my head in my hands and forced myself to think. How do we make them stop? How do we get away? I lifted my head to look back at the cars again. Luke was still in the car behind us, but there were two other cars now gaining on us. They had moved to drive on either side of us, and Percy began to drive faster. Then an idea hit me.

"Wait, don't drive ahead."

He raised an eyebrow. "You want them to get us?"

"Not necessarily. Do you still have that gun?"

He took one hand off the wheel and pulled out the gun, handing it to me. Then he slowed down, letting the black cars get closer to us. "Now what do I do with the car?"

"Wait for the next exit and I'll tell you when to drive faster."

The wind in my hair kept blowing blond locks into my eyes but I continued to push them back. I felt the weight of the weapon in my hands, and I looked up at Percy. His eyes darted from the road to me and back.

"Take the wheel, tell me where to shoot."

I handed him the gun and took the wheel, and once he let go the car swerved around making the FBI cars fall back. Percy jumped out of the driver's seat and I took it, finally regaining control over the car.

"Aim for the wheels, the exit is coming up," I said, turning into the exit. The street was pretty much barren, and the cars were still following us. "Shoot, Percy!" I heard gunshots and the sound of cars skidding off the road and crashing together. I looked in the rear-view mirror to find that Percy had gotten two of the cars out of the way, leaving three to follow.

I heard more gunshots and Percy yelled, "Annabeth, watch out!" I jerked the wheel to the side then realized that the FBI was trying to shoot us again. Then Percy fired again, making two more cars swerve off the road. There was only one car left following us, and it was Luke's. "Shit," said Percy, tossing the gun somewhere and climbing into the back of the car.

"What happened?"

"The gun is jammed or something. I'll see what I can find back here."

I continued to swerve around to throw off the FBI's bullets. Luke was driving, but from what I could see there were two other's in the car as well, shooting us. I looked to the side and saw that the ocean was only a bit away. We had already driven that far.

Suddenly the car jerked sideways. They had shot us, a wheel actually. Using my method against us to get us away from the road; lucky for us, we didn't crash into anything so I just continued to bumpily drive on the unstable car. I knew the wheel would totally give way sooner or later, so I just continued to drive near the ocean.

"Percy, what are you doing back there?" Luke's car was quickly gaining on us.

"Would Luke ever shoot you?"

"He already is!"

"No, would he just shoot you on the spot if it ever came to that?"

Luke probably hated me enough to kill me, but I knew he wouldn't. He wouldn't. "No, he won't shoot me."

"You trust me right?"

I was starting to get a really bad feeling about this, but I only half smiled and answered, "What kind of question is that? Of course I do."

"Stop the car."

"Percy-"

"Stop the damn car, there's a cliff!"

I hit the brakes and the car screeched to a stop. Sure enough, Percy was right. Below us there was a beach, (and empty one) but you'd have to go around getting to it. Or you could jump off the cliff and try not to get fatal injuries but it didn't seem like a popular choice.

Luke's car stopped behind ours and he got out with two other agents. They all had guns. The back door of our car opened and Percy stepped out. He was now wearing an unzipped black jacket, one he had probably found in the back. I opened the door and stepped out, letting Percy take my hand.

"I don't get a cool jacket?" I muttered, looking at him. He smiled, his green eyes twinkling.

"Nope."

Luke had his gun pointed at us, exactly as before. The other two guys ran toward us, grabbing both of my arms. I struggled but they only pulled me away from Percy, who did nothing to stop them.

"Percy!" I screamed, but he only kept that small smile on his face. No, he wasn't going to turn himself in. That was stupid. No he wouldn't. The look on his face, that unmistakably terrible look, told me he was.

Percy stepped back, farther and farther until he was closer to the edge of the cliff. I struggled more and continued to scream, but it was no use.

"Luke," said Percy, smiling as if nothing ever happened. "I'm not coming with you. Either you shoot me now or I jump off this cliff. I might survive if I jump."

"Don't be stupid Percy," yelled Luke. "If you jump-"

"I won't jump, because I know you're going to shoot me."

Percy gave me one last look, not a goodbye, not an apology, not an 'I love you' of sorts, but instead that boyish grin. I looked to Luke, and screamed his name hoping he'd listen. He didn't.

I heard the gunshot and screamed, then felt tears streaming down my face. I looked at Percy, who was now on the ground unmoving. Luke walked up to his body then touched his almost invisible earpiece.

"Kill confirmed; PSI is dead."

A/N: WHOA WAIT WHAT? PERCY JACKSON IS DEAD? AND THERES STILL ONE MORE CHAPTER?

That is what just ran through all of your minds. Now I know about half of you probably hate me for this, so if you do hate me, I'd like you to look back at the chapter really carefully; really, really carefully…

So yeah, I really hope you don't hate me. There's only one chapter left guys, so might as well read it before jumping to conclusions. Once I update…whenever that will be…

Yeah…um…just wait until the last chapter.

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