_Annabeth Chase _
_5:27 pm. Goode School for Special Needs, Long Island, New York_
It had been about a week and a half later. I was in the campus library, getting some homework done with Marco. We were going over somethings for Greek Mythology, the elective we had together. **sighs blissfully** Marco, he's just so, ah. He has such beautiful, faint, blue eyes that you could just get lost in. Of course, he gets distracted easily.
He was currently on his phone, watching something. I got up, walking around the circular table to stand behind him. Very clearly, he was watching an old interview from last year with Grey Shadow and Hurricane. I plucked his phone from his hands, going back to my seat. "Stop watching that, and focus."
"Sorry." Marco muttered. "I was just…don't you think those superheroes are kinda, shady?"
"What?"
"I don't know. Two people with special abilities shouldn't be free in the city." Marco said. "They should be under strict surveillance, so we can know what happened to them. Contain it."
"They're just kids." I defended.
"Exactly! What if they decide to start acting like the world doesn't depend on them and act like the world revolves around them, like most teens."
"No. I think—"
"No Annabeth, your not listening to me." Marco said.
I felt my phone vibrate and looked down at it. Emergency. Alert, report back to Headquarters effective immediately. "Look, I gotta go." I said, picking up my stuff. "This conversation isn't over, by the way."
I walked quickly out, heading around the back of the building. There was only one problem with this emergency alert. Being that I was far from my room and locker, I'd have to carry my backpack with me. Which is what I did as I flew towards Manhattan, transforming to an owl (still with the bag) and into a buildings air vent. Inside the small, closed off room, stood Hurricane, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet.
He glanced at me, suspiciously eyeing my bag. "I came from school." I offered as an explanation. "What happened?" I asked. He handed me a note, then reached for my bag.
"Don't touch," I said, pulling it away.
Dear Grey Shadow and Hurricane,
There is a great issue spreading across America. One of you must got to Stillwater, Oklahoma, and deal with a massive typhoon ravaging the city. The other with go to Mount Pleasant, Michigan, and deal with rage fires set throughout the town.
~S
"I'm going to Michigan." I said.
"No, I'm going to Michigan." Hurricane said. "You deal with the storm, I'll deal with the fires."
"But—"
"We don't have time to argue." Hurricane said, cutting me off. "There are freak storms—not even, a typhoon in Oklahoma. Oklahoma, does not get typhoons. Forest fires don't go to places that don't have forests. Get your ass to Oklahoma. We'll meet back here once we're finished."
I nodded, tossing my bag on a chair. I ran to the opposite wall, Shadow traveling out of the building and into Stillwater, Oklahoma. Have you ever lived through a hurricane? Well let's clear some things up, a typhoon is the same thing as a hurricane, just a different name. In the Atlantic, its called a hurricane, and on the west coast it's a typhoon. Basics. The inland states don't get hurricanes, because hurricanes form over large bodies of water and lose strength as they move across land.
In conclusion: there should not be a hurricane ravaging through Oklahoma.
I decided I'd fly above the clouds, in the stratosphere. See, nearly all storms are formed in the troposphere since that's where weather conditions occur. So, being able to fly, it would be safer to go above rather then below the storm.
I just gave you a crash course in my superhero science.
Okay, so I flew towards the eye of the storm, hoping that the answer to what was causing this unnatural disaster to occur. Hovering above a parted cloud, circling his feet, was a very long man, dressed head to toe in black; he had on large, dark shades that covered nearly the whole top half of his face, a black tee shirt, black jeans, and black sneakers. Blond strands of hair poked out beneath a black bandana, a purple and green tattoo evident just under the sleeve of his shirt.
I don't know if you know this, but last year, Hurricane and I fought a bunch of people (it was four, but still) exactly like this, in a mall. Remember in the beginning of the chapter, when Marco was watching an interview thing? Well, that was after the Mall Massacre. Everyone was pretty mad at us, the superheroes, because we didn't do our job fast enough and 23 people died.
I knew that this guy wasn't one of the ones from last year. For starters, there were no blond guys. So Blondie (that's what I'm calling him) saw me, and I'm guessing his blank face got a stern look. You gotta remember that I'm not that close, keeping my distance and all. I gotta be safe too. Blondie was not happy to see me, like most people who aren't doing good.
Blondie scared me because he nearly killed me! A bolt of lighting rocketed from a cloud below, nearly hitting me if I hadn't moved back from the force of the blast. I growled (in a very non-lady-like manor, I may add), feeling the high winds pick up even more. I'm not sure if it was him or me, but since the sky was growing darker I had a feeling it was me.
"You wanna play? Fine, let's do this." I said menacingly.
We battled it out, him with lighting (and rain) and me with the wind, and my incredible agility and awesome skill at reading people. Well, this guy I hardly knew, but I could tell what he was about to do, putting me two steps ahead. Slowly, I lifted us higher and higher in the air, watching as his breathing slowly became shallow. And also, the storm was moving with him, so now it was a few feet above where it originally was.
Me, I can breathe perfectly fine in any altitude. Blondie, obviously couldn't. I took this as my opportunity, taking control of the winds and slowly got control of the hurricane. I pushed out, throwing the water towards and into Keystone Lake. Blondie got really pissed and tried to charge at me. But high up in the air, that was my turf. I spread my arms wide, feeling them elongate into large wings.
When he was in range, I did a 180, hitting him roughly with one of the wings. When he was disoriented, I kicked him in his chest, causing him to rocket towards the ground. I flew downwards, quickly catching up to him. I wrapped my wings around him, cushioning his fall. I didn't want him to die.
~Sleepless Saviors~
Since Blondie was technically my problem, and my responsibility, I took him back to New York with me. He was very much unconscious, so I took him back to Headquarters. Now that I have more time, I'll explain what even is Headquarters. So when I first started, I was really bad at it. Then this person, S, then took up to train me. I've never actually met S, but S trained Hurricane who trained me. There's this building, I'm guessing S owns it. We use the basement as Headquarters, which we only use when it's a super emergency that's not in the greater New York area. We weren't really allowed upstairs, S forbade it.
When I got to Headquarters, Hurricane was there, sitting at a table incredibly focused. He didn't even notice when I came in. There was another guy tied to a chair unconscious, dressed like Blondie. I dropped Blondie in his own chair, going over to Hurricane. I looked over his shoulder, seeing him flipping through MY Algebra 2 book. "What the hell do you think your doing!" I snapped, making him jump and slam the book closed. He looked at me, smiling sheepishly.
"I got…curious." he said.
"You don't," I said, shoving his chair out of the way. "Go through—" I grabbed my book and all my notebooks that were on the table "—my bag. Ever."
"I'm sorry." Hurricane said. "At least your name wasn't anywhere."
"That doesn't matter." I said. "I have personal items in there."
"Like your ta—"
"I swear to go, I will kill you right now." I said, cutting him off.
"Okay." he said, getting up.
"We have two of the Titans in our custody," I said. "Maybe we can get information out of them."
"Yes because they'll just gladly give over all their secrets." Hurricane said sarcastically. I hit his bicep with my math textbook, making him whine in pain.
"Ow, geez." Hurricane said, rubbing his arm. "Gosh, your so strong."
Ignoring him, I said, "We need to figure out what we're doing with them."
"Yes," he agreed. "Let's use your notebook."
"Hurricane." I said warningly.
"Who doesn't right their name on their books?"
"Me."
"Of course you don't, Owl Head."
"Did you just call me Owl Head?"
"I very much did."
"Kelp Head."
"Smart Ass."
"Aquaman."
"Wise Girl."
"Seaweed Brain."
Before our arguing and spitting out hurtful nicknames could continue, both of our phones buzzed with an alert. I pulled out my phone, seeing a new reminder: Mysterious Attack, Southern Area of Central Park. I put my phone back, looking up at Hurricane.
"What do we do with them?" Hurricane asked.
"How many people you think will come down here?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"But what if they wake up?"
"They're tied to chairs, in a basement of a building no one knows about." I said. "I think we're fine."
He shrugged. We were then off, meeting up in Central Park. There was a lot going on. People were running as fast as they could towards the exits, either clutching their valuables or their kids, or their special someone. This area of the park had a dark cloud over it, barely over the trees. The trees and plants were shaking wildly, an extremely strong wind blowing. In the center of the storm was a female Titan, using hand magic to slowly strangle people running by. A few feet away from her, there was a large hole, crumbling and growing slowly, sucking in small objects.
"Oh shit." Hurricane mumbled. "This looks bad."
"She must be controlling that hole." I said. "We need to close it before it swallows all of Central Park."
"Or even worse, New York." Hurricane said.
A lady ran up to us, the side of her face bleeding profusely. "My baby, little girl! I can't find her! Help me, help me please."
She thruster a crumbled picture into my hand, the picture stained with blood. I put the picture in Hurricane's hand. "Save as many people as possible. I'm going for the Titan." I said.
He nodded and I sprung off into the air, flying above the park. My eyes zeroed in on the girl, her movements sharper. She moved majestically, her arms circling around her torso and head, her fingers winding, creating gold, red, and purple swirls in the air. It was really cool, except for the fact that swirls would do dangerous things. I'll try my best to make this not too vivid:
A golden swirl wrapped around a man's torso, lifting him off the ground. Another purple sail come from his chest, ripping his heart out with a wet POP. Once the gold swirl disappeared, he dropped dead on the ground.
That was just one of the many ways she was killing people. That was just the only one I'd be able to describe to you without having to up my ratings. I curling in a ball, turning into a yellow-eyed owl and diving down, straight towards the girl. I turned back at the last second, hitting her head with her feet. The girl fell with an undignified UMPH, slumping over on the ground.
That was way to easy.
Like way.
Since she was totally unconscious (she was still alive, don't worry), I went and helped Hurricane, getting people out of the park. The hole wasn't growing, but it wasn't shrinking as fast as it need to. It was still sucking in anything that came in its path.
Too late, I saw it happen. Nico (you all remember Nico) was clinging onto the ledge with all he had. His thin, pale arms and head barely visible over the edge. The sound of the suckage was much louder then his cries for help. I was totally distracted, until I wasn't. Hurricane's body collided with mine, sending us both onto our butts, closer to hole.
"Help me," Nico's voice, barely a whisper, said. That was when I noticed him. He looked a lot weaker, struggling to stay above the hole that was barely open.
"Nico," Hurricane said, scampering to his feet.
He was too late. Nico slipped under the surface, the hole swallowing him up as it closed. I stated, wide-eyed where Nico had been.
"No." Hurricane muttered.
A/N: Okay, so I wasn't supposed to update until tomorrow, cause I've adopted Tuesdays and Fridays as update days for this story. But, I felt you guys deserved it. Last chapter got 7 whole reviews! That's tied with chapter 1, which also had seven, for the most reviewed chapter. Let's try to get this past seven.
So, I do have most of Chapter 8 finished, but instead of a sneak peak, I'll give you this. By the way, this is a list of Percy and Annabeth's superpowers, since it's never really clarified.
The Sleepless Saviors
Annabeth: Grey Shadow
Flying
(air/wind control)
Shadow travel
Owl transformation
Aerokinesis (summon strong winds)
Owl mimicry
Altitude adaptation (adapt to extremely high or low air pressure)
Atmospheric adaptation (can breath in any type of air)
Enhanced senses (specifically hearing and sight)
Enhanced reflexes
Hollow skeleton (lighter and faster bones)
Blindsight (unaffected by the light or darkness)
Echolocation
Night vision
Inaudibility (silent or heard by only certain people)
Percy: Hurricane
Earth manipulation
Hydrokinesis (Water manipulation)
Ability to disperse into water particles
Hydrogenesis (make water from his body)
Water solidification (walk on water, harden it)
Atmokinesis (generating storms [hurricanes, rain storms])
Geokinesis (earthquakes and volcanic eruptions)
Cryokinesis (ice and snow)
Toxikinesis (control poison)
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