I'm not Rick. I wouldn't be butchering these characters if I was.
Rachel and Annabeth walked down to the next Sue, a daughter of Artemis named Speshul Snowflake.
#3: Don't name your characters something like that. It's probably a bad sign.
"Speshul runs superfast. She's super strong. She's forbidden from dating, since she's a daughter of Artemis. She's got silver hair and silver eyes, which makes me want to throw up. She's a double D cup—Gah! What pervs are writing this thing? She shoots better than the most experienced children of Apollo. She's yet another demigod with a 4.0 GPA. She has a scar over her arm, but that just makes her sexier, apparently. Weaknesses—she's in love with Leo Valdez, who's in love with Calypso. This apparently gives her inner turmoil," Rachel said. Both she and Annabeth took a brief break to throw up at this description.
Speshul Snowflake, the forbidden daughter of Artemis, looks into the forbidden woods. She has an aura of forbidden beauty. She sighs, thinking of her plight as the only daughter of Artemis, and her pain at being forbidden. Her lovely long silver hair, an attribute of being a forbidden daughter of Artemis, blows in the breeze. The breeze, at least, is not forbidden. She turns, sensing two people walking towards her.
#4. Don't use the same word so many times in a paragraph. It's annoying.
"How can she sense us from this far away?" Rachel asked Annabeth.
"Beats me," Annabeth said. "She's a Sue. She's got mystical powers like that."
Seeing who it is, just Rachel and Annabeth, two others dedicated to making her life miserable, Speshul Snowflake turns back to the woods, her sanctuary (despite them being forbidden and dangerous, because she's just that awesome). Sobs wrack her beautiful body.
Annabeth and Rachel continued walking towards Speshul Snowflake. "Hey," Rachel said once they were in walking distance. "Sorry about this. I know that it's not really you're fault that you're a Sue and all, but we're going to have to kill you."
Speshul looked at them. Her chin started quivering, and she started crying in a beautiful manner that made Rachel and Annabeth want to throw up again. Just being near Speshul was making Annabeth hear little voices in her head: "Just act like a bitch, it'll help the story!" "Hmm, act like a whore!" Annabeth made herself write down another rule of writing to stop the little voices.
#5. Sobbing is never beautiful. It is a physical impossibility.
Annabeth was getting pissed off. Killing all of these Sues was seeming harder and harder. Being around them was making her feel sorry for them, and she could see that Rachel felt the same way. "Why are we killing them and not their authors again?" she asked Rachel.
"Killing their authors counts as homicide," Rachel said. "I don't want to go to jail!"
"So…you're going to kill me," said Speshul Snowflake in a calm, dignified manner, without a trace of the crying she had been doing before. Her author decided in a split second that she was now from the Shakespearean era. "Ah, cruel prejudice! Alas, I have always known that my fate as a forbidden daughter of Artemis was to be killed. Is there no other way?"
"Sorry, but no," Rachel apologized. "Your weakness is 'madly in love with Leo Valdez, who is in love with Calypso.' This isn't Twilight, and all of the Caleo and Leyna shippers are in outcry. Plus, we're trying to make this story slightly feminist. You have no weaknesses, and therefore, you are a Sue and must die."
Speshul Snowflake probably would've died in a dignified, quiet manner, because of her inner turmoil at being rejected by Leo and her pain at being a forbidden daughter of Artemis, but being called a Sue is the one thing that she and her author could not take. Speshul stood up, and started aiming her arrows at Rachel and Annabeth. She did this in a benign, friendly way, but Annabeth and Rachel realized at that moment that they were staring down the shaft of an arrow shot by a master marksman with no weaknesses whatsoever, unless you count being sad over a boy, which you don't. Annabeth and Rachel realized that they were probably going to die.
"Thanks a lot, Rachel," Annabeth said sarcastically.
"Sorry," Rachel apologized. "See ya in the Netherworld."
Speshul Snowflake had only notched one arrow, but she was a Sue, so that arrow was probably somehow going to hit both Rachel and Annabeth, despite them standing about 10 feet apart. Speshul was probably going to reveal that she had control over the wind, and make the arrow change course in midair to skewer both of them. This was an awful way to go.
To increase the suspense, Speshul drew back her bowstring in slow motion. Dear Lords, thought Annabeth, she's related to Kronos too. Suddenly, a silver arrow flew out of nowhere, hitting Speshul. Her generous chest area did nothing to stop the blow. Speshul collapsed and disappeared in a puddle of rainbows and tiny little unicorns eating cupcakes.
Annabeth and Rachel turned. It was Thalia.
"Hey, guys!" Thalia said. "Don't worry, I'm not OOC. Yet. There's a bunch of girls who have tried to join the Hunt who think that they can still date anyone that they want. Plus, a bunch of daughters of Artemis started cropping up. The Lady gave me these arrows so that I could kill them and protect her reputation."
This explanation seemed plausible. For some reason, the Hunt pretty much never popped up in any stories, so Lady Artemis and the Hunters had been isolated enough to avoid the plague. Of course, once the Sues started joining, there was no telling how soon everyone would go OOC.
"Do you want to help us kill off the Sues?" Annabeth asked. It seemed like they needed all the help that they could get.
"Tell you what. I'll kill off all of the daughters of Artemis and leave the rest to you. That way, the author won't have to write any more daughter of Artemis chapters unless enough readers request it, and you'll know that in the background, I'll be killing Sues too."
This would've been a great culmination for the chapter, but suddenly there was a voice behind them, saying, "Did you just kill Speshul Snowflake?"