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Don't Ride in Mysterious Black Vans

The subway resembled one of Michael Jackson's music videos. Undead and reborn bodies rose directly from the tiled floor, shattering the porcelain. Some wore shreds of clothing from centuries ago, while others have long decayed down to the bare bones. They staggered towards the son of Poseidon, moaning with their arms outstretched, like a horror film.

Percy was still pinned to the ground by the Manticore, which was snapping out of a trance that was instilled on it by the notorious Code. Percy will only have moments to act before the beast recovers or the undead reaches him. Whichever came first. The only problem, Riptide, his weapon of choice was out of reach, and would not reappear in his pocket for another few minutes, more than he had.

Then, Percy remembered his abilities with water. Could he summon water from the pipes below? Percy concentrated, forcing his will upon the water surging in the pipes underground. He could hear it roaring in his ears. Suddenly, a pipe shot through the ground, water spraying everywhere for a moment. Focusing, the demigod channeled that gush of water towards the Manticore. A geyser slammed into the beast, knocking it off its feet and sliding into the railway tracks. Hopefully, a train was coming soon.

But Percy had other things to worry about. The water reduced to a mere trickle, as Percy had used up most of it in the immediate area. The skeletal warriors still closed in. The good part: Percy was now free, and the undead move really slowly. The bad part: They make up for the lack of speed in sheer numbers. From every corner, Percy was boxed in by the rotting corpses.

It would take a while for him to fight through the pack, which would buy time for the authorities to come and possibly arrest Percy for the mess. Just then, a thought occurred. Code had mentioned he would be after Percy with the highest agents from the government. This was probably to buy time. A decoy.

Riptide was lost somewhere in the mess of decayed feet and bones. Just when the army closed in on Percy, gripping and reaching at his clothes and hair, something sent a quarter of them flying off. Behind the muck and body parts, Percy could make out a black van. Code's people were already here. It was too late to escape. The sliding door on the side of the van ripped open, and a hand shot out for Percy.

He backed up into an undead Civil War soldier, knocking it over.

"Percy! Get in!" A female voice shouted, again offering the outstretched hand. It took a moment for the image to register in Percy's head. It was Annabeth, half way dangling out the van, calling for him, while the van swerved to avoid being jammed between the hundreds of bodies. Somewhere in the distance, he could hear the Manticore staggering back to life, calling out his name in fury.

Percy did the only thing he could, and grabbed Annabeth's hand, hoisting himself into the van. The door slide closed, and the van sped away immediately. Attempting to catch his breath, and trying not to fall over from the crazy turns, Percy collapsed into the back seat.

"You okay?" Anaabeth asked.

"Yeah." Percy replied, already recovered. "Who's driving the van? You sure saved my butt."

Annbeth gestured at the empty driver seat. The driving wheel was twisting and turning by itself. It's a charmed van.

"By who?" Percy asked.

"You'll see soon enough. I'm not even completely sure." Annabeth replied, "It just showed up at camp, with a voice recording on the radio that said you were in trouble. I volunteered to check it out."

"This could easily be a trap, you know." Percy said, cautious of Code's plans.

"I know. But something told me you were really in trouble."

"You sure you just didn't miss me?" Percy winked.

"Whatever, Seaweed brain." She blushed. Percy couldn't help but smile.

"So… where is this ride going?"

"Who knows? Back to camp?"

"I don't think so." Percy said, "we're heading the opposite way."

Suddenly, a black tinted screen rose over all of the windows, leaving the van in near darkness, and hiding Percy and Annabeth from the outside world.

"What's going on?" Percy asked.

"Whoever's controlling this vehicle must not want us to know where they are. " Annabeth thought.

There was a whizzing sound outside the window, as if they were travelling well beyond the speed limit. As suddenly as the van sped up, it skidded to a halt, sending Percy and Annabeth tumbling on top of each to the front of the van.

The doors slid open once more, revealing the two in a rather awkward position. Luckily, no one was at the door. They stepped out, trying to look casual. The duo emerged in a starkly white room, with enormous computer screens embedded into the walls. There were large control panels beneath the screens, lining the walls, with modern looking chairs stationed close by. The chairs were occupied by some human and not so human looking workers. The center of the room was sunk a foot or two below the rest, in a hexagonal shape. Two short steps on opposite sides led to the center of the pit, which was too, surrounded by bottom panels and smaller computer screens. A single, large swivel chair sat at the center. A woman with very black hair sat in the prestigious looking seat, wearing a very form fitting black dress. Here lips were a lush red, which contrasted her also stark black eyes, and pale skin.

She noticed the two new visitors and stood, strolling towards them while her high-heels clicked on the hard white floor.

"Welcome Half-Bloods" She greeted in a slightly British accent, " I am Hecate, goddess of magic and witchcraft."

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Trish - Understandable. I was reading the latest Alex Rider book when I thought of the idea, so that may have inspired the idea, but I really didn't try to copy it. SpearHead and SnakeHead is only a coincidence. It never even occurred to me.

I did mention you can review if you didn't like it, so it's okay. not for everyone, I know. Constructive criticism is always allowed, but try to be less... blunt. I get you don't like it, but please don't say "Oh, by the way, your character is stupid" or something. Seriously.