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Annabeth's POV:

I don't really know what happened after fighting in the toy store, but I couldn't help but feel a little bit stupid and betrayed. It's not really like me to accept someone's help like that without really looking at all the possible outcomes of accepting such help, but I guess wanting to be safe and finding Chiron blocked my thoughts a little. I thought they could be trusted.

I don't know where I am now, either. My hands are chained up to a long chain that is hooked up to the ceiling. I am standing in the middle of a grey room and it looks like I am in some sort of jail or prison. My arms are stiff and the ach badly, since I've been standing here with my arms like this for who knows how long. I didn't know what time it was or if I was even in the same day. All I could remember was that in the bumpy car ride here, someone held me close to them, whispering little nothings into my ear. My first and only guess was that, that individual must have been Percy. I wondered where he was at this moment.

Or the others in that matter. Where they okay? Where they hurt? I couldn't believe I had failed to protect my own team.

But inside me a little bubble of hope popped. This must be the same place where they kept Chiron. I was so close to finding him, yet so far away. All I needed to do was think straight from now on and not get into a much trouble as I've been getting in. Even though that might be a little bit hard. Since I am Annabeth Chase.

Suddenly, I heard the door of the cell being slammed open. I didn't flinch.

My back was to them. My head was down, as if I hadn't really awoken, and my blonde hair covered my face. My arms were painfully stretched up towards the ceiling and I estimated it wouldn't be long until my knees gave out. But I didn't turn to them. I wasn't scared of anything they could do to me. I was scared of what they could do to the others.

"Well, well, well. Look-y what we have here, Butch. A prison guard locked up in jail! How ironic is that?" One of the guys who came in said.

Without even turning around, I had already gotten a good mental image of how he locked. A wannabe gangster type. Tall. Some-what skinny. Baggy clothes. Would he be a problem in a fight? Probably not. These guys were the type to depend on their 'posse' or group of people to help them out. He probably carried a knife or a small weapon of some sort. He probably had others with him.

"Yeah, man. Irony." Said another voice.

Then there was this one. The 'stupid' one of the group that just followed whatever the leader did and agreed to everything.

This would be easy. Even though my hair was covering my face, I smiled. This was going to be fun.

"Hey, how about we show this girl how to have a good time?"

"Wake up, sleeping beauty."

I estimated one to be just a short distance away from me and that the others would be to his side. Slowly, I gripped on the metal chains that tied my hands together and the chains gave a low rattle. Only one person seemed to notice though.

"Hey, guys? I think-"but he didn't have time to finish.

I swung out my leg backwards and kicked a guy right in the chest. He was thrown back, as he did not expect this to happen. I swung around to see that I was only dealing with four wannabe idiots. The metal chain creaked and groaned as I applied lots of pressure. It had to break.

"Hey! Get her!"

I got into a fighting stance and waited for them to come at me. As I thought, one of them had a small knife and the other had a metal pole. Cowards.

The one with the knife advanced towards me and lounged, as if to try and stab me. But I leaned back and swung with the chain, kicking his arm with one leg and then slamming into him as the chain brought me forward. I won't lie, my wrists felt as if they were breaking. But I tried to ignore that. The guy fell to the floor, dropping his knife. I smashed my foot against his face, knocking him out cold. The chain pulled me back and I stumbled back.

The next guy that came at me had the metal pole. He swung and I had nowhere to run, so the pole impacted my side and I cried out.

"What's wrong, Blondie? Cat got your tongue?" He asked.

"No," I panted. "It got yours."

I grabbed the chains tightly and jumped up, using both my legs, I kicked him in the face. Blood flowed out of his mouth and he fell back. He spit on the floor where a lonely tooth fell to the floor. I knew he was mad and I knew my wrists were on fire. I had to do something before he got up and beat me with that pole. I jumped up and brought all my weight down on the chain, breaking it. It clattered to the floor next to me.

"You little bi-"but he stopped talking as soon as he looked up and saw me.

I smiled and took one of my wrists out from the knot and checked it. It was black and bleeding from the cuts, but somehow it was still intact. It wasn't broken, just extremely bruised and badly cut.

"What's wrong?" I taunted. "Cat got your tongue?"

I rose my hand up and used the chain was a whip, smashing it against his face with a powerful swing. He didn't get back up after that.

"Ow." I whispered, now that I was all alone.

The light in the room flickered on and off. I was hurting all over, but I had to keep going.

I grabbed the rest of the long chain and rolled it up, getting ready for the next fight because I knew there was going to be another one. But the odds weren't in my favor. I didn't have a map of this place. I didn't know where Percy, Jason, Piper, Leo, Will and the others were.

"It seems that Annabeth Chase is everything I thought you would be." A muffled voice came in through the intercom.

It was like the voice of pure evil. As if everything bad in the word, real and not real, had taken a personification and created a being that wasn't capable of anything but evil things. It managed to make me stop walking. It made me feel cold and angry on the inside.

"Kronos…"

"I was hoping you would cooperate, but it seems that I was wrong. It is foolish to work so hard to find someone…who is long dead."

That broke something inside me. The last thing that kept me sane. I would not accept the fact that I risked my life, my friends life's, that I broke the law, that I am now probably a wanted fugitive in the United States of America…I did not just do all this for nothing. I refuse to accept it. I refuse!

"Lies! Lies, you're lying!" I shouted. I looked around the room, trying to locate the source in which is voice was coming from. But I found nothing. "Show yourself, coward! Let's see how bad you really are!"

"Be careful what you wish for…" his voice faded. "Because you might just get it."

Okay, so that was part 1. There will be a part 2, which I am currently writing.

So I have had a MAJOR case of writer's block. It's been terrible. I've been taking some time off writing, reading other books, watching TV and doing all the other things that I normally do to get and gather inspiration to write…but it's come up to nothing.

So, I've been reading some of the reviews, and I noticed how LITTLE reviews I've been getting. Then I start to think:

It's because I'm a bad author.

It's because they don't like my stories anymore.

It's because I never update and they have all forgotten about me, and they don't care and a whole bunch of other negative thoughts.

So I thought...Maybe I will find inspiration and beat my writer's block if I ACTUALLY write. So yeah…

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