Hello! Hope everyone is doing good! :) Smiles all around! (That sounded better in my head...) Anyway, thanks for all the reviews I've gotten! I'm so happy people take the time to read this! :) Also, I'm so happy for Percyisawesome; I'm glad you (finally) found your password! You must be really excited based on your review! Another interesting coincidence: two reviewers asked for the same POV this chapter! Well, I won't deny them what they want! :) More junk to get through: polls-still up, request POV= :D, and owner=not me (It's rick Riordan) and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Annabeth's POV (as requested :3 Hooe it fits your standards)
I can't believe this rotten luck. First those two cousins thought it was all my fault, when it was clearly Percy's. He's the one that ran away after all! What did I possibly have to do with that?! And then, attrt listening to my explanation of events, they put me on watch duty near the bags with dog poop in them. Wonder what happens to dog poop when someone picks it up and puts it in a trash can? Especially people with multiple dogs? I just found out. And I stepped in some too. (Ew!) And the worst part is, I'm not allowed to leave unless it's night and I need to sleep, I have to use the bathroom so much I'm about to burst, or I'm starving/dehydrated and I desperately need food/water. Other than that, it's just me, the dog poop, and the electric fence in front of me seperating the real world from one very upset Annabeth Chase.
You know when I said the worst part was that I wasn't allowed to leave? You should, because it was only a few sentences ago. But I just realized I lied. The worst part is that it's been 6 and a half days since Percy 'oh so heroically' ran away from us and abandoned us on his quest. What a great leader we have (more like had.).
The heat and the smell is starting to get to me though. My hair is limp and greasy and my eyes have clouded up from the smell of poop. My skin is shiny with sweat, which washed away the last of my makeup two days ago. I'd put more on but i don't want to waste it on a doomed project. Even my brain is suffering. Thalia and nico were insulting me yesterday, and I couldn't even think up a good comeback. What is this world coming to?!
Now as I hope all you lazy people out there remember, I felt so guilty about six days ago when I broke up with the horrid son of Poseidon. Turns out that was just an adrenaline rush. I didn't know what it was so I mistook it for guilt. How wrong was I? Who woukd feel guilty for breaking up with a bum like Percy Jackson?!
"Any smart girl would," said an angry voice coming around the corner. The person attached to the voice stepped gracefully over the dog poop I landed on the first time j came over here. Soon, the person was in front of me.
"Oops. Did I say that out loud? I didn't mean to. Honest. But I won't take it back."
"Take it back," the person demanded.
"I don't think I will."
"Take. It. Back."
"No." Quick as a cobra, my left hand struck out and gave a left hook to the person's face. "I don't think I will take it back."
The person glared at me and I got a good look at them. Spikey black hair, electric blue eyes, black eyeliner, 'Death-to-Barbie' t-shirt and shorts. It struck me then that this is Thalia, the very same person that cared for a seven-years-old Annabeth.
"I'm sorry Thals! I don't know what's wrong with me!" I tried to apologize, but she wouldn't believe me.
"Save your breath for winning over a guy who'll kiss you and not care. Save your apologizes for Percy. I'm not buying any of it," she hissed as she walked away. "I just came to make sure you were still here."
My position was near the door, but I had been promised too many tortures if I let one single toe pass the junkyard borders. "After all," they told me, "you are the one that picked this place. Why don't you stay in it?" I haven't even looked at the exit since I was warned. I don't want to be shocked or killed painfully. Not my idea of a perfect day. Maybe it's Nico's. But it ain't mine.
I stared after Thalia as she walked away, a large blue and black bruise already forming on her left cheek. Words I had meant to say were left forgotten on my lips.
Honestly, I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been saying and doing, even thinking things I know I'll regret. Punching thalia in the face a few minutes ago was one of them. I just... I don't know what's wrong with me. It's scary, not knowing what's going on with yourself.
Unknown POV (won't be revealed for a while but you can guess if you want. It's hard one, so virtual cookies to whoever guesses it! It's a thing I made up just because I can.)
I watched the daughter of Athena stare after the daughter of Zeus from the shadow of a large oak tree. Laughing quietly to myself as I saw the blonde punch the Raven-haired girl, I thought over how easy this plot was. Influencing the wisdom child hadn't been hard; her mind shield was extremely weak. We came to her at the perfect time it seems, seeing as she was debating on whether or not to break up with the son of Poseidon. Truthfully, she was leaning towards keeping him, but my tribe and I 'convinced' her not to. Yes, I, being the leader, came up with the decision and actually did the job, although it took great strength from my godly side. Even now, since I established the connection, I have been controling her thoughts, words, and motions. Not controling all of them, but enough. Most of what I don't control is my own influence. The other motions and thoughts and words are her own. Sadly.
Gazing around at how divided the demigods are, I smiled maliciously. Yes, the half-blood we are after will be the perfect addition to our tribe. My plan is working flawlessly.
Soon, the child of the gods that we desire so much will be ours forever. Even if I have to make them immortal myself.