Confused
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN PERCY AND THE OLYMPIANS
Sorry I didn't update sooner. You know how much time school requires. (Yawn) Thanks soooo much for your reviews! I put a lot of thought into this one, so hopefully you'll like it! Now, on with the story!! –KK
Chapter 3: Dreams and Schemes
I woke with a start. Jumping out of bed, I ran to my dad's room. I just woke up randomly, and I felt a tugging in her gut that meant Percy was in danger. And if I could do something about it, she would. Immediately.
"Dad?" I whispered "Wake up." My dad woke.
"Annabeth, what are you doing up at this time? It's 3:00 in the morning!"
"Dad, I need to go talk to Chiron. It's important."
My dad sighed. "Annabeth, you need to go to sleep. Talk to me in the morning, OK?
I stamped my foot in frustration. I highly doubted that it was just a sensation. "Dad, this is serious. Please, let me go. This is about Percy. Please."
"No, Annabeth, you can't and won't. I won't have my daughter running about at three in the morning! Tomorrow. I promise."
I still wanted to argue, but I knew it wasn't going to make a difference. "Fine. But tomorrow, I leave for Camp Half-Blood."
My dad yawned. "Goodnight, then." And then he disappeared into the bedroom.
As I walked down to my bedroom, I wondered what on earth woke me up. Suddenly, the answer came to me. For some reason, Percy and I had an empathetic link. So I could tell what he was doing. Well, maybe I could find more out after a nice sleep. As I lay down to sleep, I wondered what Percy was doing right now.
Annabeth's Dream:
Percy was laying on a metal table, surrounded by monsters. One was whipping him on his back and another was breaking his arm. The others were jeering and taunting him. He was out cold. His beautiful eyes were closed and blood coated him. I wanted to scream, to shout to get him out of there, but I couldn't move. Suddenly, a dark voice started laughing. Softly at first, but strengthen when Percy started bleeding more. Soon, it was howling. The monsters joined in, their voices echoing off the walls. It was a cold, dreading feeling. Helpless, I watched as a monster hit Percy on the head. Terror coursed through me, and another feeling, hatred. Hatred for whoever was doing this to the boy I knew I loved. Pure hatred. Rage was pouring into me, till I felt I couldn't take it anymore at that moment one of monsters stopped laughing and turned his red eyes towards me. Breathing in I waited as he threw his head back and charged. I could almost taste death. Horrified I tried to wake up. When suddenly…
I woke up. This time I knew something was wrong. Grabbing my backpack from Waterland, I stuffed my half-blood t-shirt and shorts in with my toothbrush, hairbrush, money, and my sword. (A/N: Does Annabeth's sword have a name? I don't know if it does or doesn't.) Slipping into jeans and a t-shirt, I wondered if Percy was ok. Dread seeped in my heart. For some reason I didn't think so. As quietly as possible, I crept into the cool night air. I was on my way to Camp Half-Blood.
5 hours later, I arrived at Half-Blood hill. After a long night, I was tired and dirty. I was attacked by three monsters and I was as mad as ever. Suddenly, pain vibrated through my body. Waves lapped at my vision and spasms shook me with excruciating pain. Dropping to my side, I saw a faint streak of pink. It reminded me of blood. Then everything went black.