-on the fateful day...-
Annabeth finally realized what it was like to lose.
Annabeth stalked around the the meeting place, an old rickety sign that Percy had referred to as "Old Jeff". Apparently, Percy had told her, an old coot named Jeff used to stalk around this alley during the probation era,kidnapping children to use in his "Experiments". Eventually, a small army's worth of pinkertons were amassed to stop him. They broke down his door, took him captive, and beat him senseless, until that old, twisted man finally died from the blunt force.
The kids were never seen again.
Annabeth smiled at that. Psychotic scientists? Disappeared children? Bah! Just the tell tales of a bunch of kids. And anyway, where are the records? Percy smiled"They say that they were all destroyed when they were transported. To this day, all that was left were rumors and whispers on whether the killings ever did happen. ". She scoffed at that. Proof she says.
They argued back and forth about it, and settled it with a bet; if Percy proved it ti her, she would owe him a dollar.
While she remembered, a spindly old man hung a sign across from her.
She had no way of knowing what happened next, the plank hitting her on the head.
-Annabeth POV-
I awoke in a pile of garbage feeling pain.
There was a blood-covered note on my chest.
Sitting up( and being reminded that I am, of course, still on top of a pile of garbage.) I realized I felt weird. Heavier.
Realization dawned.
I read the note. It only confirmed the suspicions I had.
There was a bomb. Inside me.
And this person knows about ambrosia, meaning...
Oh Gods.
I ran for Percy.
Sure enough, Percy was at the corner.
Not enough time.
I pulled Percy into the alley.
I told him what happened.
I pulled my knife to cut it out.
The thing in me detonated.
I realized it wasn't a bomb.
The spike had shot out before I could even see it, and Percy was bleeding.
-end...
Nowsde here. Switching to narrative sappy mode.
/110011001100110011/
A young man, slightly pudgy put down the pen. Stepping out, he passed a gravestone:shadow,who's memory died a year after they lost contact.
He poked the nightshade spouting over it. Irony.
He pulled the jacket given by black. He fingered white's bracelet. They were living somewhere else that didn't require these. Heh. They left the key facets of these times.
More irony.
This chapter of nowsde's life, as the noobish writer had ended.
Pushing open another door, he entered another world. Pictures danced across him.
Art.
Hope.
A comic to write.
New gods.
And new men.
He began to build a better world.
~~nowsde true end~~
Hello everyone!
This ends the story. It is up for adoption.
Thank you.
And I tried a better writing method here.
Please tell me how it is.
And look for my name:
Nowsde.