Hey guys.
I know you've all forgotten me, or thought that I'd fallen of the face of the earth, but I'm here, with another chapter.
I'm so sorry I haven't updated, but I've had an extremely stressful time with school and the horrible teachers, my arm swelling up and becoming extremely painful whenever I write, type, swing it about, ect with it for no apparent reason and Doctors doing nothing about it and also I've been worried sick about my Grandma who's been in and out of hospital for no apparent reasoon (and is currently in :/)
Just for the note, even though she might never know (because I might forget to tell her) This chapter is decicated to my Grandma, Freda Burgin, because 1, she is awesome. 2, I love her and I really, really want her to get better.
Anways, um, sorry. It's extremely late and I've spent the last two hours working on this chapter to get my mind of this and I'm extremely tired, and I'm sorry it's not been properly edited or checked either.
Yeah, I was having problems writing this, so I've just sort of jumped ahead (I've tried to explain what's happened in between as best as I can, and for anybody whos still confused, I'm putting something in the bottom authors note to help stop confusion.) because I find it easier to start from where it has so please bear with me.
Thanks for sticking with me and not bombarding me with angrey PM's or Reviews.
Enjoy.
"You wouldn't shoot me!" Annabeth hissed at Ares, snarling as she did so. Her voice was strong, loud, clear, laced with anger and backed up with narrowed eyes glaring at the pathetic excuse of a man who stood before her.
"Oh, Princess." Ares drawled unenthusiastically, as if he had already grew bored of the conversation before it had really started. "I've been trained to kill people, I have killed many people. And I wouldn't have a second thought about ending yours, or anybody else's lives."
Annabeth gulped nervously, he wasn't meant to say that, this wasn't a part of her plan. Within Nano-seconds she felt her palms grow sweaty and her mind begin to race as she attempted to understand the situation she had been thrown into. After allowing herself precious few seconds to analyse the situation, Annabeth's face grew livid with anger as she pressed on with her attack.
"You wouldn't shoot me." Annabeth repeated, however this time she wasn't so sure of herself, and she muttered a curse underneath her breath as she felt her voice wavering slightly. Annabeth readjusted her chin and channelled the rage and hatred inside her, pouring it out into her words.
"You need me." Annabeth stated scornfully. She felt her small hands clench tightly beside her with defiance. Her lungs constricted, feeling as if they were being compressed together and all of the air was slowly being squeezed out of her, however she pushed the sensation to the back of her mind. Annabetgh forced herself to keep a level head, as she glanced back up staring Ares straight in the eye for emphasis.
"You won't shoot me. I am no use to you dead." Ares' eyes bore into Annabeth's for a second, before his face stretched out into a big grin Ares grinned wickedly at her comment. His grin boarded as he lifted the gun up higher, stroking the trigger.
"Want to bet?" He laughed. Annabeth felt her whole body tense in fear.
"You may be no use to me dead, but a little injury wouldn't hurt?" Ares mocked. Annabeth could feel her brain pounding against her skull as almost all of the moisture in her body poured out into her hands.
"Your Boss won't like it." Annabeth stated. She wasn't dumb, she knew there was more to this than just Luke and Ares. There were more of them, all being controlled by one person whom held a grudge against the Jacksons.
Annabeth instantly knew she had chosen the wrong words as Ares' Jaw and face tightened.
"See if I care!" He spat venomously, he hesitated for a second feeling the full weight of the gun that fitted so snuggly in his palm, before squeezing the trigger.
Annabeth let out an ear splitting scream pierced through Luke's soul as the bullet bit through the flesh in her left shoulder. The impact of the bullet had slammed Annabeth into the blood spattered wall behind her and for one frightful second Luke got a clear view of Annabeth's face. Shock, disbelief and anger quickly flashed upon it, just before her features crumpled as an excruciating pain took hold of her. Her legs fell from beneath her as her body fell in a broken heap on the ground, unable to move from the shock.
Adrenaline was pumping fiercely throughout her system, as everything efficiently "slowed down". Annabeth's whole shoulder felt as if burning and the rest of her body was numb as she briefly moaned in pain. After shock released its tight grip on her, Annabeth found she able to move her non-punctured limbs. Without thinking, she brought her right hand up to her left shoulder, applying a fair amount of pressure to the wound, trying to stop the constant flow of blood. Annabeth gasped as her fingers found the tender area of her skin, but she tried to ignore the pain and push it to the back of her mind as she sucked in air through clenched teeth.
Luke felt helpless as he watched Annabeth's clammy hand press against her wound, he could see the bruises already forming of her face and her eyes were rolled upwards. Annabeth was growling paler by the second and her breath was coming out in short, sharp, rasps. After a few seconds her now lifeless grey eyes drew close as she slipped out of consciousness. Almost immediately Luke snapped out of his daze and turned on Ares.
"What did you do that for?" He shouted, waving his hands in the air. Ares eyes were narrowed, and he raised one eyebrow and smirked at Luke.
"She was annoying." He grunted, as if that was enough of an excuse.
"You'd better get her out of here, I don't want her dying on us now," Ares winked, before walking away from Luke. For a few seconds, Luke just watched him go wondering to himself how in Hades Ares shoot her, then walk way unfazed.
"Vacas!"
As soon as Annabeth's eyes snapped open, she knew where she was.
A hospital.
If she had more strength, she would have shot upright but she felt tried and weak, two feelings she was not used to. Annabeth winced as she twitched her right arm felt the needle that was stuck in her arm, presumably replenishing the large amount of blood that she had lost. In the background, she could hear the whirl of monitors, and the faint bleep of a heart monitor. The room smelt so strongly of disinfectant Annabeth felt her insides churning.
Annabeth couldn't feel her left arm. She glanced down at it, but her shoulder was completely submerged in bandages.
"The bullet chipped your bone, you shouldn't be able to use your left arm for a few months but the Doctors say it should heal fine."
Annabeth used her right arm which was still attached to the needle to awkwardly push herself up so she could see the person who was talking, even though she had figured out who it was from the voice.
Her eyes narrowed considerably, however they soon straightened out again as she felt her energy draining and she slumped down against the pillows. She closed her eyes, inhaling deep breaths before she allowed herself to speak.
"Why are you here, Luke?" Annabeth asked, her voice showing no emotion.
Annabeth could almost hear Luke smile bitterly as he replied.
"Because Annabeth, once upon a time, we were friends. Believe it or not, I still care about you."
If she could of, Annabeth would have snorted.
"Leave." Luke watched the word form in Annabeth's mouth before she actually said it. He knew she probably hated him right now, and had full right to.
If Luke hadn't harassed her until she came to see him. If he had made sure Ares had stayed away from her. If he had said something, or butted in before Ares and Annabeth got into their fight. It was his entire fault, as he didn't do anything to stop her from getting hurt.
Luke sighed, and stood up from the bedside chair he was sitting in. Annabeth's breathing had levelled out, and it almost appeared as if she was asleep, but Luke knew she wouldn't fully sleep until he was long gone.
He turned towards the door before pausing. He grasped Annabeth's phone of the bedside table, and quickly typed in four words.
Your girlfriend's in hospital.
Luke quickly selected the number he wanted, and sent the text before replacing Annabeth's phone in its original position. He cast one last look at her, focusing for a few seconds on her bruised face, before leaving her room and the hospital.
Right.
Trying to clear the confusion. (When I'm better, I'll edit this chapter and put the bits I've missed out in) Last chapter ended with Percy and Annabeth at the beach, from then on, that day has ended (tra la la la la...), and this chapter is the day after. Basically, Annabeth's woken up, and Luke has plauged her and harrassed Annabeth by sending her texts, calling her and just not leaving her alone. To try and get some peace, Annabeth has agreeded to meet Luke so she can tell him she isn't leaving Percy and so he can leave her alone. But Ares overhead Annabeth telling Luke that, got annoyed and started an argument with her. He got even angrier, and told her to shut her face and pulled a gun out. And then that's where this chapter starts, with Annabeth telling him that she wouldn't shoot him.
See, in this chapter, Annabeth has started to grasp the bigger picture and realise that there is more behind Luke and Ares then themselves, and there is someone (Ares' boss) who is controlling them. Ares doesn't like being controlled by someone, thus he gets angrey and shoots her.
See, all sort of explained. I hope.
Please review, they mean alot to me.
Tell me if you are confused! Yet again, I'm so sorry for how things have turned out.
~BabyYou'reAllThatIWant