"Please! Don't do this!" Percy shouted, somewhat, very calmly. But, his own voice was so unfamiliar in his ears.
There was a long, reptilian grin from the man, something in him that craved death. Something cold and hard in his eyes, that could not soften. He tried to push Annabeth forward, but felt his stomach sink with a cold wave of realization. He could not move!
"Annabeth!"
Slowly, she focused her eyes on him, her body tense. Dear lord, please down let this happen! Please don't let this happen to my Annabeth!
He prayed silently, his heart pounding in his ear. A freaking gun! A freaking gun was in front of her face!
Why can't I move!
"Per-
It was all she could say, before a brilliant flash of light, a percussion of a gun coughing up smoke, and a shrill of pain, and feeling himself sink down low, his shoulders slumped, the lost of hope.
A F I R E W I T H P A S S I O N
"Annabeth!"
He shot up in dark, but found himself chained to the floor. Then he realized that he was still trapped in the damn hell hole! His eyes were wide and frantic, searching through the dark, looking for the familiar features of her face.
Her hands clamped tight on his hands, rubbing her thumbs up his soothingly. Her voice, sharp with alarm, swam through his head as he relived the moment of the loud percussion of fire, the horrible scream, and him, alone and hopeless.
But seeing the worry that was etched on her face. Seeing her alive, made the pain in his chest fade away slowly. Thank God! Thank God! S-She's alive! He thought happily.
"Percy!" Her voice sliced through the pounding in his ears and the blood rushing through his head. She descended her hands onto his shoulder, gripping tenderly on them. "It's ok. It's ok." She soothed gently, cupping his framed face into her hands.
Lovingly, he pulled her closer, into a consuming, securing and a needy embrace, almost suffocating her to death. She let him pull her in, and let him consume her into his warm embrace. She grabbed tightly onto him, feeling his body breathe heavily in and out. In and out. A rhythmic pound.
"A-Annabeth…." He murmured chokingly, gently stroking her hair through trembling fingers. Finally, after minutes of comfortable eerie silence, as the dark night light shone through the broken window in the basement, he spoke up, his voice hoarse. "I'm so glad you're here with me…"
She rubbed her cheek against his, no matter how bone crushing the hug was. She was curious and concerned what his nightmare was about, but kept quiet in his warm embrace. She missed the feeling being in his strong arms, missing the feel of his breath for days when she curled up to keep herself warm most nights in this prison.
Percy had mixed emotions swirling around his head. It swam left and right, completely printed into his mind. He thought about when the man came barging into their apartment. I could've lost her. I would have lost her!
But you didn't. Just tell her.
Percy thought of millions of ways to tell that he loved her. He wanted to. But he couldn't bring himself to it. He didn't know why, he was so afraid; she might not say the same thing.
She will, you idiot. The small voice in his head scolded harshly. Before he knew it, they pulled away, and before Annabeth could separate herself from him completely, he pulled her in, giving her a possessive and an urgent kiss. They instinctively tightened their grip on each other, and the kiss liberated them of air.
They pulled apart, heaving breathlessly. They smiled at each other tiredly, before Percy pulled her into another tight embrace. Annabeth snuggled in his chest, hearing the soft thumping of his heart.
Tell her. Every part of his body screamed at him to tell her, and he could feel his stomach start to feel queasy.
"Percy?" Annabeth mumbled in the crook of his neck. He mumbled hoarsely, stroking her hair gently and slowly. "Yeah?"
"I love you." She told him sleepily, yawning wearily. His eyes widened in shock as she smiled, snuggling in closer with him, feeling herself start to slip into unconsciousness. Her eyelids began to droop, and quickly, she fell asleep into a comfortable, contented position, as he continued to collect himself.
Then, after a comfortable silence after hours of uneasiness, he answered back in a hushed tone. "I love you too." And he slipped into unconsciousness.
A F I R E W I T H P A S S I O N
A loud blast of song blared in her ear, as she clumsily tried to grab the phone on the side table, knocking aside several belongings of hers. She flipped open her phone, blinking her eyes incoherently before checking the caller ID.
When she saw it, she sighed, reluctantly answering the call. "Agent Stevesen. What is it Reins?"
She could hear him chuckle faintly. "When are you gonna start calling me Rick? We've been partners for four months now." He told her dryly, and she couldn't help but smile at his sarcasm, somehow, it amused her.
"You count how many months we've been partners?" She asked spryly, a smile on her face; she could hear him splutter uncomfortably.
"What's going on?" She asked him directly."You call me at-"She looked over to her digital clock, staring at its bright and blinking numbers flick on and off.
"4 AM?"
"Heh. But you better come down the station stat. We have a situation." He explained to her, as she could hear the loud smacking and chewing of his gum, his voice slightly grim. Suddenly, she felt her chest tighten and her stomach felt a cold, hard punch. She was worried about Percy, she wouldn't admit it to him because of her pride, but she did still care for him.
"I'm on my way." She whispered into her phone, wrenching the sheets aside, and placing her foot on the cold, marble floor. Quickly, she scattered around, grabbing her jeans and t-shirt. She showered, tossed on her clothes, slid in her jacket, and grabbed her keys.
She tumbled out the door, hurried down the stairs and threw open the door, hopping into her unmarked sedan.
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"Hey, Sue." Rick greeted, quickening up his pace to match Sue's. She waved her hand dismissively, whipping out her phone and scrolling through her. "Let's keep to the formalities…Rick." She answered him blankly, and he flashed a boyish grin.
"Good to see you loosing up, Stevesen." He commented spryly as they descend down into the crime lab under the precinct. They were greeted by a woman in a white coat, tall and slim, holding a steaming cup of coffee. She flashed them a weary smile, taking sip of coffee. She sleepily led them into the lab, and sat down, turning on her monitor.
She yawned before guiding her fingers across the keyboard. Sue looked around, still noting that the lab was kept in pristine condition. The large banks of monitors were neatly aligned next to each other, the microscopes on the other table.
Their utilities were kept in a closet, and their fluorescent lights shone very brightly, slightly blinding Sue's eyes. "Georgia, I appreciate your help." Sue told her honestly, shoving her hands into her pockets. Georgia smiled wearily, her green eyes slightly droopy. She shook her head, opening up series of windows and files. "No problem. After all, you saved my life once."
Sue smiled, before leaning in and reading the files. Then, Georgia brought up a map of New York, showing out series of blinking red lights. She pointed at them, showing where Percy was before he was off the grid.
"After leaving the precinct, he arrived at an apartment…in NoHo, west 4th and broadway." Georgia informed Sue. "Is he still there?"
"It seems so." Rick spoke up. Quickly, Sue thanked the data analyst and grabbed Rick's arm gently, tugging him up the stairs. They both stepped out of the doors of the precinct, greeted by a chilling breeze of the September air.
Her hair blew uncontrollably around, but she didn't mind. They both stepped into Sue's unmarked sedan and Rick slid into the passenger seat. She started the engine, floored on the gas, and peeled away in smoke of dust.
"Woah!" Rick commented, gripping onto the side of the door as he quickly fumbled to put on the seat belt. Sue's grip tightened onto the wheel, as Rick noticed the speed they were at. He watched the cars blur by, even the bustling bystanders as well. The mesmerizing, bright lights of New York's night danced around them, reflecting over the window.
"What's the rush, Sue?" He asked curiously, as she bit her lip thoughtfully. "I'm afraid Percy might have done something stupid."
He stared at her enigmatically, and blinked his eyes tiredly. "How do you even know that he would do something stupid?" He asked skeptically. She licked her lips, placing her hand on the shift gear and driving it forward.
"Because he's Percy."
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"Wakey, wakey!" A deep, hoarse voice cut through their dreamless and comfortable sleep. He jerked his foot on the foot of the sofa, causing the sofa to rumble uncomfortably. Percy and Annabeth stirred, before their eyes shot open, suddenly aware of the things happening to them.
Percy sighed as Annabeth reluctantly got up from his chest. The pair looked at each other timidly, as they tightened their grip on each other. "What do you want, David?" Percy snarled harshly, pulling Annabeth into his lap.
David grinned a long, harsh grin, before cocking his head to the side. The other man, still in the dark ski mask, took out a silver key, opening Percy's handcuffs. Slowly, he pulled his hand up, his expression mixed with curiosity and concern.
"Why are you untying me?" He questioned slowly, as Annabeth glared daggers at David. But, he didn't seem to mind. Instead, he walked over, his hands deep in his pockets. He leaned closer to Annabeth, grinning harshly.
"You're a real pretty girl, you know that?" He complimented as she shot him a disgusted glance. "Dream on, bastard." She snorted, spitting at his feet. He looked down, a distasteful look on his face. He flicked his hand dismissively. The man strode forward, handcuffs in his hands.
Defensively, Percy pushed Annabeth out of the way. He winded up, and jabbed hard onto the man's jaw. The man stumbled back, grunting heavily. Percy stood up, his teeth gritted tight, and his hands tightly clutched tight, his knuckles popping.
"You stay away from her, you bastard!" He shouted angrily, as the man charged at him. He sidestepped, and the man tumbled forward, lying on his stomach. He landed with a massive thud, and you could hear a rib shatter.
He tried to get up, but Percy pressed a firm foot onto his back. The man grunted hoarsely as David clapped his hands mockingly. He walked forward, slowly and menacingly. But Percy and Annabeth wasn't afraid, they knew if he wanted to kill them, he would've already did.
"Very good, Perseus." David commented, his voice slightly darker. Percy winced uncomfortably at that name as he pushed Annabeth behind him, shielding her. "I won't let you take her. Not again." He challenged, his voice strong and confident. David smiled, but you could see that it was forced.
Unbeknownst to the two, who were standing off, Annabeth grabbed the handcuffs and gun off the masked man, and threw it inconspicuously across the floor, sliding under the couch. Suddenly, David clapped twice, and Annabeth could hear a soft whirr, and click, like a gun cocking.
And her eyes widened, a cold, hard wave of realization washing over. "Percy!" She shouted, shoving him aside as a rupture of bright light, a percussion of fire, rushing along the wall. Then, a huge rumble from the ground, and unconsciousness taking over them.
Both tumbled to the ground, smacking their heads hard onto the floor. They blinked their eyes incoherently, darkness seeping into them quickly. The world throbbed around, flashes of light flickering left and right, the vibrant colors of the fire dancing around them.
A foot came into their vision, then; darkness seeped in, consuming them into a horrible unconsciousness, like a terrible limbo. It was a dark void that they would be stuck in for awhile.
A/N: So, pretty much an alright chapter, but it's probably ending in the eight chapter. So, mostly didn't get much reviews, but it's alright. I might write and epilogue, so it's probably the eighth chapter or the ninth. Thanks for reading, but please review, and tell me what you think.