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Guest: Yes, I realize that it's illegal, but for the sake of the story can you pretend that it isn't? Also, I'd need to redo the whole beginning of the story to incorporate that and I wanted to make it a little more unique. Thanks!

Crazzy girl: To make this idea work, I needed to make him pass out right away so, for the sake of this story, can you pretend that it was just the curse of Achilles that made him feint immediately? Thanks!

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Chapter 3-Percy

I couldn't see anything. I couldn't hear anything. I couldn't move.

Suddenly, a booming voice echoed around the mysterious place. It was smooth and definitely feminine.

"Hero," it said, "I can bring the downfall of your precious little world. I have the one thing that Kronos didn't have. I have leverage."

In the dark, I could see shimmery figured approaching me. They weren't walking; drifting more like.

The first figured now hovered a few feet away from me and I could make out its face.

It was Nico.

I could barely tell it was him because he was bone-skinny. He was sitting down with his knees pulled to his chest. His cheeks were hollow and it looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks. He was also a whole lot paler than normal.

He groaned. It looked like he was going to die of starvation.

I could now see the second figure's face.

This one was Paul.

He had a gun in his hand and was aiming into the darkness. An evil smile spread across his ghostly face. This wasn't him at all.

I turned in the direction his gun was pointing against my will. Laying lifeless on the ground was Thalia.

Paul laughed maniacally.

What was going on? I thought.

"You see, child?" the voice said again. "This is what I can do. This is what will happen. There's only one thing you can do to stop it."

I involuntarily approached another ghost-like person.

It was my mother.

At first, I had to really look hard to tell that it was her because her face was so contorted with pain. She was letting loose blood-curling screams that made want to rip out my ears rather than hear more.

I bit back tears. I'm not usually a cryer, but my mom is, and always will be, one of my soft spots.

I pleaded for this to stop. I begged the weird voice to stop showing me this, but apparently it had one more thing in store for me.

I recognized Annabeth's face right away.

She was walking out of the shadows from behind where Thalia was laying. When she got to where Thalia was, she stomped right on top of her unmoving chest; not even caring.

She stopped right in front of me and screamed in my face, "I hate you Perseus Jackson! I wish I'd never met you! I hate you! I've hated you from minute one! This is all your fault! I never want to see you again!"

Then she did something that made my will crumble.

She slapped me across the face. Hard.

I broke down (not literally because I can't, but mentally).

"You see the power I hold, demigod," the voice said. "This, and much more, is what will happen to your friends and family if you don't cooperate with me. My children will come after all of those you hold dear. Don't forget! Don't forget!" The voice faded away.

I sat bolt upright in my bed. The sheets were a tangled mess, I was sweating buckets, and panting like I'd just run ten miles.

Two thoughts registered in my mind. One, it was only a dream. That didn't really happen. There'll all fine. And two, Where the heck am I?

The room I was in was huge; about the size of my mom's apartment. There was a fridge, a bunch of cupboards, a ginormous flat screen tv adorned one of the walls, another wall was a window (yeah, I said the wall was a window) and I recognized the familiar New York skyline outside only much higher up.

There was one door on each of the three walls.

I tried the first door. It opened to reveal a gigantic master bath complete with twin vessel sinks, a jacuzzi tub, another door that most likely went to a toilet, and a shower tower that had the word Triton across the top. I laughed at the coincidence.

I walked out and turned the knob on the second door. Inside was a walk-in closet equipped with rows of empty hangers, a love seat, and a small vanity. I shut the door and went over to the last one.

I twisted the handle. As i had expected, this one didn't budge so I guessed that it was the way out. How stereotypical, I thought.

I remembered getting pulled into a van yesterday by those two weird people. I wondered if they were really trying to kidnap me or if they knew me or something. I also wondered (if they were trying to kidnap me) why they had kept me in such a nice room.

I sat down on the bed. It was too early for my brain to work properly, but I tried to think of a way to bust out of here.

"How do I get out of here?" I asked myself.

"You can't." A man with a British accent replied.

I was so startled that I fell off of the bed and clonked my head on the nightstand next to it. It tumbled on top of me along with a high-tech alarm clock and a lamp that had some kind of phone dock in it. It sounded like a nuclear bomb went off from all the noise I'd made. I probably would've been knocked out if not for the curse of Achilles.

Suddenly, the locked door flew open and four very confused-looking people (that I'm pretty sure I've never seen before) came barging in.

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