Here's a kind of funny…weird story. I was playing Modern Warfare a few weeks ago, and I was playing on the African Militia team. When your person reloads, throws a grenade, etc. they more than likely will say something like "Reloading!" or "Grenade out!" But since they speak a different language, it sounds completely different. So when my avatar-person thingy was reloading it kind of sounded like he said, "I'm a sexy boy!" Even my sister stuck her nose out from her book, which is pretty difficult. I know it was a different language, but it sounded A LOT like that. Really. Seriously.

toe walker: Thank you! I never read the fourth Harry Potter, but I watched it. It is definitely like that. Cool user, by the way. ;D

Chapter Twenty-Eight:

Day two, late afternoon. (A/N: Wow…I didn't mean to rhyme, I always manage to do that And I'm not even a fan of poetry.)

Annabeth sighed as she watched her boyfriend make useless attempts to open the door.

"Percy," She said, slightly miserably, "It's not going to work." She saw his shoulder blades jerk and he pounded his fists on the door in one final effort.

"Well," Percy said in a surprisingly calm voice, "At least we're where we need to be."

She looked at him, puzzled, "How do you know?"

He gestured to the two un-collapsed tunnels, "They're for Will and Clarisse, and yours collapsed, too, strangely enough."

"Well…what do those tunnels have to do with anything?" She asked.

"At some point, they're going to have to go through those tunnels, this Labyrinth model isn't that big." He replied.

"But, Perce, who knows how long that could take?" She said while pointing her flashlight down each of the two tunnels. To answer her question, the abrupt shaking like they experienced returned.

Percy looked over at her, "Not as long as we thought."

It didn't take long for Clarisse and Will to meet up with Percy and Annabeth. They powered in like a pack of stampeding animals, panting and huffing alarmingly.

"There you are, Jackson!" She charged towards him and grabbed for his shirt, but he pushed her hand back. With her other hand, she went for a punch in his stomach,

"Get ahold of yourself-ooph!" He was cut off by the punch.

"Woah, woah! Back off, Clarisse!" Will rushed forward and held her back; Annabeth forced Percy back, too. "Um, sorry about that." Will said, still holding Clarisse, until she shoved him off her.

"That's okay," Percy said to Will, "It's not your fault." He looked at Clarisse after the second part.

They had all gotten out a dinner rations and cooked it on their own set. They ate, making small talk with each other and keeping a close eye on Clarisse.

"So, have you tried those doors over there?" Will motioned over to them.

"Well, Percy did, with no luck." Annabeth said.

"We'll just have to wait it out for something, I guess." Percy said, and took a bite of his food.

Back on Olympus…

The gods were taking a final look at the scroll, which was spread across a marble table.

"So it's ready?" Zeus asked, and looked up at Hephaestus, who nodded lightly, "I want to see it."

"Right this way," Hephaestus gestured for Zeus to follow him. When they left, a few the parents of the competitors couldn't help but sigh to themselves.

"This is too dangerous; we have to do something about it!" Poseidon pounded his fist on the table.

"I'm sure they'll be able to handle it." Apollo reassured him, and just then, a roar as loud as the most powerful twister boomed through the palace. The gods looked at him, "It was just a thought."

"And besides," Ares added, "We already made the pact, there's nothing we can do."

Spheres of blue water with small bolts of lightning spun furiously in his eyes, and Poseidon drifted away in an angry column of sea breeze.


Will and Clarisse had gone to sleep, and Percy and Annabeth stayed up for night watch.

"Do…you have any idea why those doors are locked?" He asked.

"Well…they're harboring us here for a reason." She said and looked over to the doors, "Who knows what's behind those doors." The two of them guarded until midnight, but were beginning to nod off. A pounding noise woke them all up,

"What the-"Clarisse sat up, "You two were supposed to be watching! What is that?" She demanded. Will looked over at the doors and grew wide-eyed.

"What is it?" Annabeth looked over in his direction-there were dents, and they were getting bigger and bigger, until they finally gave in and broke off. Dust flew everywhere. Within five minutes, they were already packed up and marching through the entrance.

"Where do you think we are, now?" Percy huffed.

"I don't know, but I hope there's coffee around, if I'm going to wake up this late." Will replied under his breath. They were moving quite slow; the fact that it was the middle of night and that they had been practically fighting for their lives for the past few days was a factor, too.

"I know where we are." Annabeth said so that everyone could hear her.

"Why don't you tell us, then?" Clarisse pressed.

"You'll see in a minute, just wait." Wherever they were, Annabeth didn't seem too thrilled about it. They walked until a ledge dropped off, "Look down."

The dark, scary, Haunted House-like setting only gave way to one location: The Underworld.

Dun, dun, dun!

Sorry it was really short, I wanted to get cracking on the next chapter, which is going to take a long time, most likely, and it's hopefully going to be super epic!