Hi guys, it's Kylie! Ok, I have settled on a pen name. Don't get mad at me, but it is my original name, percebeth4ever. I know, I know, I am really weird, but hey! Live and learn :). This chapter is containing unexpected twists. Thanks a million to Percebeth777, who helped a lot. But this idea popped into my mind and I love the thought. Also, when you guys review, could you please tell me how long you want the story to go on? Like, how many chapters? I have a good plot but I want to see if I should continue. I was pretty nervous about this chapter so tell me if you think Luke was OOC or if I got it right. Now, I give you Wrong Hands, the 8th chapter.

Wrong Hands

By Kylie Karson

Luke's POV

Luke had never felt this powerful. Thanks to Knonos, he could smash anyone in his way. Backbiter was sharp with the pain of his enemies and his body was stronger than any other man or half-blood alive.

Yet, he still felt incomplete. It was as if his life had everything, but nothing. It was impossible to think without it. It bothered him day after day, and Luke hated it.

The thing that was bothering him was Thalia. Her shocking eyes, her black hair, the way her smile lifted the dark out of dark- he missed it all. When she was turned into a tree, agony ripped through him. He felt no warmth. Even Annabeth could not help him. Poor Annabeth. That pretty much summed it up.

"Go!" Luke ordered to a monster nearby. "And give me those keys. I am going to pay a visit to my prisoner."

The monster grunted, then handed him the keys and left. Luke opened the door to the chamber and stepped in. Percy was unmoving. He whispered Annabeth's name, then turned over.

Fury soured through Luke. How dare he? She was not his.

"Just another reason to kill him" Luke thought bitterly. That was when something caught his attention. A paper just appeared beside his desk. Luke glanced at Percy before reading the note. Luke almost laughed out loud when he read about himself. Still, he admired how Percy didn't kill him because of Annabeth. But then he read the last paragraph. He was shocked. Percy was this serious about her? Well, too bad for him! Percy Jackson was going to die. In three days, he was going to wish he never knew Annabeth. In that case, he was going to wish he were dead.

Luke laughed and then stormed out of the room. The letter fluttered to the floor, forgotten.

1 hour later

A dark figure slipped into the room, unnoticed. He picked up the letter and looked at it suspiciously. He dropped it into a backpack and slipped over to the bed where Percy lay, asleep. Smiling, he undid the chains and dragged him onto his back. Wincing with the weight, he walked over to the door and disappeared into the darkness.