Chapter 10

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PERCY POV

I knew. Since today morning I knew that something was wrong in the pit of my stomach. Just like the times when I knew that something was missing, that I forgot something. Something big was happening and it was so not good.

There was trouble brewing. There were white/grey clouds roaming about the pinkish yellow sky. Storm was brewing. Rain was coming. Trouble was brewing.

Then I knocked my head on a tree trunk.

A little "Ouch" escaped my lips. Rubbing my forehead, I realized that maybe I was overreacting. After all, I had been wrong before. I looked up to the sky, yes, a pinkish-yellow sky, it was evening. I saw clouds; grey-white-black, rain was certainly falling. I smelled the rainy smell.

Whenever the weather got like this, I felt a bit restless. Part of me wanted to make a paper boat and have it float on the water collected while part of me wanted to lie down and disconnect from the world. I like rain, don't get me wrong but this was wrong, I could feel it my bones.

C'mon Perseus! C'mon! Stop being a damn drama queen.

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Annabeth

She knew she was kidnapped.

No amount of preparing could prepare her for an actual performance. She had read that when kidnapped keep a cool head, analyze her situation/location, think of possible escape plans, if have a sharp knife or something, use it to your advantage, stay rational and keep calm.

Her only thought: What the hell is rational?

Because write now she was in the back of a truck. Tied and bound. In the dark. With a cloth in her mouth. And not alone.

She just couldn't remember what to do. It was like giving an exam, you know where the text was and everything but she could not visualize the words. She would have been crying, like she was feeling but for the moment she didn't. No, the reason was not to try to be brave. It was quite simple. She did not remember too cry. No, she did not forget to cry, she was shocked, stunned to say the least.

Paralyzed with fear. And she couldn't even blame anyone but herself. Life became real easy when there was someone to put the blame on. Really, what was she thinking?

All her life she pretended she was smart, pretended that she was a cold-hearted b*tch. `Not stupid in the least. But circumstances proved otherwise.

Anyways back to the present Annabeth. She would have time to correct herself later, maybe.

She could hear the low rumble of the engine. She could hear the men chatting away, as if they did this everyday or that she was just a grocery shopping vegetable. Her anger was rising, but she could not do much, she felt like sleeping. And she did, minutes later, her eyes heavy with sleep.

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"We have a propostion for you sweetheart."

She was in a seemingly empty-except themselves room. It was dark with only a yellow bulb giving flickering light, making the scene much more sinister than there was any need to. It looked like she was looking at a worn-out garage or an out-of-order .

"You would deliver us information."

"Who are you?" I asked. C'mon, a person who just kidnapped me? I should know who he is.

A few chuckles escaped some lips.

"of course, sweetheart. You wouldn't know me, woud you noe? You are just a pawn, sweetheart."- he jumped close to me,drawing out his- "My god, you are so small, 16 i guess-

"18," I snapped. He got a glint in his eyes.

"Doesn't matter, honey,'- he raised a finger and forced my chin upwards and suddenly his face got a whole lot of darker, sneering he continued-" You will choose. Do you even know who you are? An Olympian. Your mother. I am sure you feel no love towards her. Why will you then when she left you for years and years with your no loving dad."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Honey, patience is virtue."

"You can't do that. I need time."

"You have no choice."

"You just can't ask me to do something, agree to something I dont know anything about."

"No need to flare up, kitty." Then he turned to his men. I really didn't like the way, "Take her away and treat our guest nicely. I want to hear loud complains.

He was an evil ball in a compact grandfather look.

They all had evil smirks and glints in their eyes. I was defenceless. And i was scared.

Scared.

I have been scared really less.

- Flashback thoughts-

When I was little my dad didn't care about me.

7. My age when I ran away from my house.

7 years only. It was my birthday that day. It was raining, which provided an obstruction to me but I had decided to go away then. And I, Annabeth Chase could not go back on my word.

I was little; I didn't know the world and what I would require.

So yes, I was standing their under the bridge, cold and hungry.

A little while later, a boy came, 14/15 years approx.,

"What are you doing here, girlie?"

I didn't answer.

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION."

"I ran away from home."

He smiled.

"Come with me, don't be afraid."

And I for some reason believed him.

He practically raised me after that.

He became my father, my brother, my guardian because even though he got me mixed up with the wrong sort of people, he did not do it intentionally. I am sure that he would not have chosen this path for me or himself if our situation was even slightly different.

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This situation so resembled the one those dreaded nights before.

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