Chapter 9
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Summary :( I get that some of you were confused by the last chapter. ) (There was a pucking bag mentioned in the last chapter. That was a mistake. It is supposed to be a punching bag though additionally, a puking bag may also be present. All these were said to emphasis the fitness regime of Perseus Jackson.)
Percy moved away for 2 years and when e returned, things seemed the same with Annabeth. She had become a hardcore player though she was not taking it to extreme measures. Their past conversations are explained. Annabeth is worried about both Luke and Percy. Percy is a mysterious guy because I am sure no singer keeps a revolver and riptide (you of course knew what I was referring to) in his back pocket every day.
Up till Now:
Information on Kronos. Top secret info.
Third Person POV
Luke Castellan was typing away on a computer. A very big computer like those ancient ones which covered whole rooms. But in this case however, the technology was advanced. As advanced as those Foally's inventions in the book Artemis Fowl.
Luke had plans. He had ambition and passion like any other teen. But he also had a burning desire for revenge which burned as bright as the Sun, maybe more.
Motive: His father Hermes Castellan. Mr big-shot billionaire Olympian. But all Luke cared about was that he had left his mother just months before he had been born. He had come two years before as a sort of truce. But Luke did not forget the times his mother had cried, times when she went crazy. He did not forget the way he had to hide in the closet during one of her attacks. How he had to fend for himself since a young age.
Opportunity presented itself when some months ago he had received the call from Kronos himself.
An opportunity to quench his thirst of the red revenge.
Annabeth
Annabeth was having a pretty good day. That is until she got into a fight with Percy Jackson. About Luke. Again. She feared that this would cause an even drastic rift between them than the one already there.
She felt restless because there was no logical reasoning here. She knew that Percy had best interests in his heart. The way that Luke had behaved was unacceptable. And maybe even if she was someone else, she would consider herself foolish too.
It was like a court case. Everybody knew who the guilty was, but there was no evidence to prove it.
Here it was the opposite. There was proof of his guiltiness but she believed with all her heart that that boy deserved a fair chance.
She didn't know why.
That's what bothered her.
It was night time. She couldn't sleep. And while she knew it was stupid and all her instincts telling her not to, she went out into the black night. She walked and walked. Her mind screamed at her to go back but her body had a different command. Her arms were covered in goose bumps, partly from the cold, but mostly from the fear of what she didn't know. She stared ahead without seeing. Her mind was not in her control. Maybe from exhaustion. Random facts started popping out in her brain….. she was in new York…. At night…. Alone… on the streets…. Drunk…. People…. Bad people… no Percy… sexual harassment…. .
That's when her brain started working.
Oh holy shit. She turned back and started going back the way she had come. But luck was not on her side.
"Where are you going, sweetheart?"
Her blood turned cold. Percy, Percy, Percy… mom, dad, Malcolm, Luke, no, only Percy. He was the one who truly understood her.
Sweat began trickling down her forehead but she didn't stop. She knew with all her heart this was very bad. And planned. Her breathing became quicker. Her mind went blank. Her mind was screaming, fk,fk,fk.
He could hear footsteps, more than one. Gang.
She was screwed.
It all happened very fast. A gag in her mouth, rough hands tying her hands and feet together, putting her into a sack.
In that moment reality kicked in. She never was able to press the power button thrice.
It was her fault. She tried screaming, but no sound came out. She felt strong arms throwing her into the van.
She felt utterly useless. No she was not weak, but she knew there was no chance in this case. It was all very well planned. How, she did not know.
She screamed, cried and kicked the van in frustration. With no effect at all.
She was being kidnapped. By professional kidnappers.
She was a utter failure. And she screamed one last time, her energy draining, physically, mentally.
And in that moment a raven black haired boy woke up drenched in sweat.
"We have a proposition for you, sweetheart."
A/N: OK, this one was rushed but I have a holiday tomorrow and on Thursday. How's the chapter?
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