Hey
Yay! I thought you'd like to know that over 1,500 words of this chapter is the story, not the authors note! Woop!
It is a bit of an important chapter, which will hopefully build supsence!
I think you'll like the chapter, because it's important to the story, but I don't think anyone will like what is going on in it, becuase you can tell from the first five words that something, just isn't right.
Oh by the way! I've got two things which i've noticed/figured out with Lost Hero! Which are kinda spoilers, but it they arn't big or important spoilers.
1 - I think *fingers crossed* that Percy and Annabeth are going to be two of the seven adressed in the Great Prophecy. If you've read Lost Hero, than you'll understand about Percy, and Percy is nothing without Annabeth, so I am hoping her will be in it too!
2 - Also in the Lost Hero, Annabeth is talking about Percy and she says "HE kissed ME goodnight." Which means hopefully, that Percy actually grew a pair and kissed Annabeth, instead of Annabeth kissing him! WOOP WOOP! Good on Perce!
Yeah. That's kind of it.
Annabeth knew something was wrong. She wasn't sure how she knew, maybe it was her ADHD sending her overactive mind into overdrive, maybe it was a strange sixth sense or maybe it was just her sharp instincts. Either way, Annabeth knew there wasn't something right. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach, something stirring that didn't feel good.
However, in her head she quickly dismissed the thought of anything bad happening to her. Annabeth thought she was being silly, irrational and illogical. Besides, she believed that she felt that way because of something else altogether, not because she was actually in danger.
After spending quite a lot of time with him over the last few weeks, Annabeth felt strange leaving the Jackson Manor without Percy by her side. She mentally slapped herself, Annabeth did not want to appear or come across as a clingy, selfish and needy girlfriend and she did not want people to think of her as weak or reliant on Percy. She can, could and has coped by herself and has been fine doing so.
Annabeth was only walking to Thalia's house, which was a few blocks away from the Jackson Manor, and was a much sorter distance than what she used to walk when she lived at her old house and before she properly got to know Percy, Annabeth was round at Thalia's all of the time. Logically, in her head she couldn't see how things could or would feel different to any of the times before, but it did. And she still couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen to her, even though her head thought different.
Annabeth had refused to let the Jackson's butler, Martin, drive or even walk Annabeth to Thalia's house. When Martin first suggested it to her, Annabeth had thought that Martin was joking with her and actually began to laugh at him, until she saw the serious expression on his face. Feeling awkward and embarrassed, Annabeth had quickly declined and apologised to Martin before leaving the scene of the crime as fast as she could, she figured the sooner she got away the better. However, now she was starting to regret that decision and wished that she had accepted his offer even if the walk would have been tense. Annabeth wanted to turn around, and run back to the safety of the Jackson Manor and Percy's arms. Sure, when she got home, there would have been uncomfortable for the first few minuets but everyone would get over that. Annabeth shook her head fiercely, going back would only prove that she is weak and needy and she would not give anyone a chance to use that on her.
The street Annabeth was on seemed deserted, as far as she could tell no one else was around. Annabeth could feel the cold, harsh wind tugging at her clothing and whipping her hair against her face as she pulled her coat around her tighter trying to salvage any warmth that she could find. She stepped of the sidewalk, but every step she took seamed to echo against the hard concrete, the sound projecting much louder than it should have been.
Out of the corner of her eye, Annabeth watched a sleek, black car with tinned windows roll onto the street and begin approaching her slowly. Just something about the car made her feel like her breakfast was about to reappear all over the sidewalk. Alarm bells of panic and fear rang loud and clear inside of her mind, making Annabeth quicken her pace. There was only a few more blocks to go till she reached Thalia's house, if she was lucky she might actually make it there. However, for some reason Annabeth highly doubted that.
Annabeth turned the corner at full speed, she was almost running however the sight of another person approaching her made her jump. Relief flooded throughout her veins. She was not alone. No one would dare attack her or attempt to harm her whilst someone else was watching.
"Sorr-" Annabeth began, looking up however the words stuck in her throat when she saw who it was.
"Luke?" The name slipped out of Annabeth's mouth, her face highlighted in shock before her brain even registered that he was there.
"What are you…?" Annabeth's voice faltered, something about the way Luke was starting at her stopped her. He shook his head with what seamed like… Pity? Annabeth was confused.
"I'm so sorry, Annabeth." He told her, his voice filled will remorse, sorrow and regret.
Annabeth didn't understand what as going on until Luke looked up, his troubled and nervous light blue eyes bored into hers. She gasped in realisation, turning to run but Luke lashed forward, his arms grabbing, and then tightening themselves around Annabeth's waist.
Desperately, Annabeth used her free arm to elbow Luke in the stomach, then his face. As Luke's grip loosened on her, she lurched forward breaking his grip. Annabeth ran for all she was worth, not caring about anything as every fibre of her body was screaming for her to run. Adrenalin cursed thought her veins as her natural survival instincts took over and she fled the scene as fast as her body could take her.
Annabeth darted around the street corner, not even daring to look behind her out of fear that Luke might be there, she barley even noticed when she collided with another man. However, instead of skidding to the floor the man who she had bumped into grabbed her. Annabeth struggled against him, trying to break free and run, however something made her stop. The man who had hold of her, Annabeth didn't know who he was, but he was familiar. She had seen him before, somewhere or somehow she felt as if he had been following and watching her for a while now, waiting for the chance to strike. It only took Annabeth a few seconds to figure out at he was the guy who was working with Luke, and that he, no doubt was the one who helped Luke hospitalise Poseidon.
Annabeth's second of hesitation was all the guy needed, he pulled her arm, twisting it behind Annbeth's back. Out of fear that her arm might actually snap, Annabeth as forced to her knees. Panic and terror coursed through her blood as she opened her mouth to scream, however within nanoseconds of opening her mouth, a gun was placed to her temple.
"Don't even dare, Princess." As the man chuckled darkly, Annabeth froze. The man smiled to himself, slowly tracing circles on Annabeth's temple with the gun in his hand. He was enjoying the situation far to much, he wasn't sure why, but crushing worthless and defenceless women made him want to laugh out loud. Annabeth could sense his pleasure and when mixed with fear and pain, it didn't fail to make her feel sick, dizzy and as if she was about to spew her guts all over he sidewalk. It took all of Annabeth's willpower to stop herself from being sick as they waited, presumably for Luke.
Seconds later, Luke sped round the corner, only to find Annabeth being help hostage by his companion. At the sight of Annabeth, Luke smiled weakly at the man.
"Never send a amateur to do an expert's job." The man resorted, laughing to himself.
"Shut it Ares! Do you want your revenge or not? Because if you do, you'd better be quite!" Luke asked impatiently, using language that he would never have even dared to use on Ares no more than a few weeks ago. However, since then Luke had found out to very interesting and useful things about Ares, which made him easy to control and manipulate. One, that Ares loved revenge and two, that Ares would do anything to get revenge. And apparently, Ares felt like he had a score to settle with the Jacksons.
"Get her in the trunk." Luke demanded, not looking Annabeth in the eye. He couldn't look her in the eye, if he did, he had no idea what he would do. Luke took the gun of Ares, but even pointing it at Annabeth made his stomach drop, he couldn't shoot her with it but he wasn't about to let her know that.
With the gun still trained on her, Annabeth didn't even dream or screaming, struggling or complaining as Ares roughly picked her up and threw her into the boot of the car. Annabeth gasped in pain as her ankle slammed against the side of the black car, however Ares and Luke didn't seam to notice or car. Ares scowled as he shut the lid of the trunk on Annabeth, blocking any light which she could have seen. She heard Ares and Luke get into the car, and then the engine start. Annabeth could tell exactly when the car was moving, in her head she planed to try and keep track of where she thought the car was. Her plan was going well, until suddenly the person driving the car slammed the breaks on with no warning. Annabeth's head banged of something sharp and heavy in the boot. The last thing she saw was a trickle of her own blood slide down her face as she the darkness took over.
Hum...
Sooo. We know offically (even thought pretty much everyone guessed) it as ARES who was helping Luke.
And Annabeth's hit her head and is bleeding, also she won't be able to walk on her ankel! But I don't think i'll break it!
Poor Annabeth? What do Luke and Ares want with her? Will Percy suspect a thing? Will Thalia suspect a thing? Will anyone even realise Annabeth is missing? Will the British Royal Wedding thing that no one cares about ever end?
I think not.
I really don't have much to say... Wowzers. I don't even have a good story!
Well, its not very good, but I'll tell you anyway. I went out to the Cinema's with my friends, and for a laugh we thought we'd go around IKEA (some massive wearhouse) and on the way back, my friends climbed some fence. They all took the safest route. Me, being the big brave tough warrior that I am, thought "Phaha! The safe route is for babies! I'll take the challenge!"
And lets just say, I slipped. So I let go with my hands, but my feet were stuck, so I was bet over backwards in a lot of pain and my leg felt like it as about to break.
Very, very, painfull...
(I attempted climbing it again though, and got over allright with a hurt leg. Typical...)
Yeah, do you have any painfull stories you'd like to share? Any legs or arms or fingers trapped? Any broken bones? Scars? Tell Aunt Ivanova, I'll listen to you!
~BabyYou'reAllThatIWant