Piper's POV
Little drops of water ping onto the ground as we walk by. Nobody talks, in fear of what will happen if we do. I keep my head faced towards the wet bricks beneath my swollen feet. We slip past in the darkness silently, our steps making ripples in the mirror like water. The guards on either side of me keep their eyes forward, not daring to take a look at their prisoner. They seem a little frightened of us, as if we might all the sudden turn into huge demigod-eating dragons. I can see Annabeth beside me in my peripheral vision, her brain probably working a million miles an hour (like always). Though she seemed a little scared when she saw her look alike/evil twin (then again, who wouldn't be), who is now leading us to an unknown location. We turn into another dark tunnel.
After we got over the shock of seeing double Annabeths, all of us were asking questions as fast as our mouths would let us. But Annabeth #2 (I decided to call the one with the brown eyes that) had just waved us off, ignored us, and then grunted every once in a while before she (literally) ducked taped our mouths shut. She very much reminds me very much of the girls in cabin five back at camp half blood.
We were led out of that room into a long corridor that had hundreds of tunnels and pipes coming into, and out of it. We have been walking around this shadowy cold maze ever since in silence.
We appear to be in some sort of sewer system or something equally revolting. The walls were wet and curved, like giant black brick pipes. There always is at least an inch of water on the ground too, or at least I hope that it is water. The smell is not bad like you would expect a sewer to be, though. It's more musty, and wet, like an old underground cave or a nursing home on the coast. It also seems to get colder the longer and farther we walk. I shiver a little as Goosebumps cover my exposed skin. I really should have grabbed a jacket before getting kidnapped when I was at Rachel's. Wearing a tank top and Jeans was not the best idea I have ever had while getting kidnapped.
The guard closest to me noticed this, as she glanced at me in concern. She was a few years younger than me about thirteen or fourteen, but she carried a wicked looking slightly curved bronze sword at her side. She was in full battle armor like Annabeth #2, but hers looked lighter, was made out of more leather than metal, and had symbols carved into it that I could not see in the low lighting from the torch she carried. Her helm covered most of her head, but you could easily see her coffee colored skin and curly light brown hair. She was rather pretty from what I could tell, and would be even more so if she didn't have scary weapons attached to her hip bone. And for some odd reason she smelled like a sea breeze.
I started to shiver again, this time I could see my breath come out in small puffs of white from my nose. She then trained her startling deep blue eyes on my figure. Their color seemed to swirl around like playful water, but they were as dark and as mysterious as the depths of the ocean. The fire she was carrying reflected bits of green in her irises.
"Annabeth," the girl spoke for the first time, drawing attention from the others. She was looking at Annabeth #2 now, concern firmly rooted in her small delicate features. "Maybe we should stop, let them rest for a while. They are not used to the cold; we could let them warm up."
At this, Annabeth #2 stopped moving along with the other guards. She slowly turned around and faced the girl. A scowl was etched onto her face, and she looked as if she was trying to somehow stab the girl with her piercing gaze. She took a step towards her. "Look Hazel, we need to get them to headquarters to be interrogated. We can't do that if we are late because they somehow managed to escape when we stopped to let them 'rest'. They could roman spies for all we know, and they should be treated as such until we find out if they are, guilty until proven innocent, remember? I don't want you to even think about them being harmless civilians, because they're not. Pity them on your own time, right now we have work to do."
The girl, now known as Hazel, scowled at her. She stuck out her tongue at the back of Annabeth's head when she turned around. This made me laugh a little, but it was muffled by the tape over my mouth. The girl smiled at me, a blush dusting over her cheeks at being caught. I decided then that hazel wasn't half bad.
Another hour of walking left me freezing cold. The others seemed to feel it as well now. We were all shaking slightly, sniffling, and I think I am getting frost bite. The guards of course, looked like it didn't affect them much. They must be used to it, how, I have no idea. Maybe they're cold blooded or have mini furnaces in their pockets. Hazel held up her torch a little closer to me, and I would have gladly thanked her if I was able to talk.
Then I saw something that I would have never guest would be at the bottom of sewer channels; light. I could see a warm glow in the distance, getting bigger as we approached. My eyes widened when we were close enough to see what it was. Sitting in the lower level of nasty sewers, surrounded by dirty and slimy brick tunnels, and in three inches of what I hope is water and mud were gigantic bronze Grecian style doors. They gave off a kind of glow that can only come from pure celestial bronze; I could almost feel it hum with power and importance. Pillars lined the sides, reminding me of the Parthenon in Athens. Carvings were everywhere, some depicting battles, famous Greek scenes, art, words, and beautiful landscapes. The doors themselves were massive, standing at least twenty feet high, maybe higher. Two torches of what could only be Greek fire flanked the entrance. A Greek letter omega (Ω) sat in the center of the doors. The scene looked majestic and powerful, like it was carved in the ancient times, but it appeared to brand new and very shinny. If I could, I would have gasped at the sight.
"Alright, that enough ogling, we are wasting time." Annabeth #2 pointed out, though even I could hear a bit of pride in her voice when she noticed our reactions. "Let us hope you are not Roman spies. I have some interesting torcher techniques I have yet to try out."
With that last statement, Annabeth marched up to the doors, and pushed them both open wide enough for us to enter. This is going to be interesting.
The first thing I noticed about my new surroundings was that it looked a lot like the big house. After a walk down the stairs we came into a room that was strikingly similar to the big hose living room. They even had Seymour hanging over the fire place in the center on the room. The atmosphere was warm and homey, the complete opposite of the tunnels we were in. It was darker than the big house usually is, but the fire place was still crackling in the pit. I welcomed the warmth, and I would have rubbed my arms if they were not tied behind my back.
That's when Annabeth #2 grabbed my elbow and started leading me towards the leather couch. After all of us were seated onto the worn out piece of furniture, Annabeth was pulled in the direction of a set of stairs going down in the back of the room by her look alike. She looked to be oddly calm for someone who is a hostage. Annabeth didn't put up a fight when they were shoving her down the stairs. I then heard Annabeth #2 mutter, "Well, it looks like we will be interrogating me first." The door shut, blocking out all noise that would be happening inside.
The guards stood by us, making sure we don't make a run for it. I was sitting next to Jason, so I scooted closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder while we waited. A few minutes passed by, and the guard I knew as Hazel finally sat in a chair opposite us, and leaned back. The other guards followed her example not long after, as we waited in baited silence, only the crackle of the hearth to listen to.
A loud thump from outside of the walls seemed to echo even more, this noise made everyone in the room jump a few inches. The guards stood up and readied their weapons. Two second later, someone burst through the door I had only yet to notice on the left, and slammed it shut, bracing their back against it whist sliding to the floor. The person was breathing heavily, and stretched their legs into a V shape while leaning onto the door. Whoever they were, they are completely, and I mean head to toe, covered in layers upon layers of what looked like soot. You couldn't see one space of skin that wasn't smudged in black powder. It looked like they were dipped in a carton of printer ink. The only colored feature you could make out upon them was the bright white smile that contracted with the dark black lips. The guy ( I saw it was a male under further inspection) was wearing a torn up t-shirt, ripped black pants (though you couldn't tell what was skin and what was pants from the powder), and combat boots, much like… wait a minute…
"Percy?" Hazel decided to voice my unasked question because A-I was a little startled from his appearance and choice of entre, and B- I have silver duct tape covering my mouth, making sure the only sounds I can make are grunts and meaningless humming. She was staring at him with a mixture of worry and humor at his unfortunate choice of clothing.
I looked closer and saw it was indeed Percy, Jason's claiming to be brother. When he showed up at Rachel's apartment, Gods know how many hours earlier, it was a rather interesting conversation.
When I saw him I was a little taken aback. First of all, he was really hot. I know I have a boyfriend and I like him a lot (I am very much in like with him); I was just stating a true fact. Percy Jackson is sexy. He just gives off that vibe that make you want to run your hands through his hair, or try your hardest to make him brush because he is even cuter when he does. I personally am not into the whole 'bad boy' thing, but this boy can wear a frilly pink dress and have girls drooling over him left and right. He has the right combination of a muscular and lean body that was amazing to see move. This boy also had hips that just begged to knock someone up. His fare skin tone made his onyx hair stand out even more; I mean it was so black it was almost blue in the light. But his eyes were sending out mini blue shock waves that I know would make the rest of cabin 10 jump him in a heartbeat. At the moment though, he looked nothing like the intimidating and mysterious boy I met. He started laughing so hard on the floor, he about fell over face first a few times.
Not that I like him or anything. Sure he is very attractive, but I am more into blond, tan, blue-eyed Roman boys.
"Hazel!" he exclaimed through his dying chuckles. He stood up and went to hug her, then remembered his hygiene situation and settled for an awkward wave. Hazel looked elated to see him, but also a little puzzled.
"I thought you were still in Texas on that quest." Hazel said while smiling from ear to ear, her deep blue eyes twinkling, a light blush adoring her brown cheeks. Awe, Hazel has a little crush on him, that's sweet.
"I got back yesterday and stayed the night with Rachel. I would have come back earlier but she had company…" he stopped mind sentence when he saw us and our situation. "Um… What is going on here? Why are they tired up?"
He moved closer to us and went behind Leo and started loosening his bonds. Nobody stopped him; they for some reason looked reluctant and a little sheepish for tying us up. All except for Hazel who kept her eyes on Percy the entire time.
"Well, Annabeth said-"
"That's all I needed to here. Thanks for not letting the dragon behead them." Percy said with a small smirk on his now very dark features. He loosened the ropes around Leo's wrists enough for him to wiggle his arms free. Very slowly he pulled at the edges of the duct tape.
"Now, Leo this is going to hurt…"
"Mm hmm - AHHHH!" the last part Leo yelled. Percy ripped the tape clean off his face so it was no longer covering his mouth. The same could be said to whatever facial hair he had tried to grow.
Percy then started working on the rope tying Jason's hand when a question occurred to him. "Hey, where is Annabeth? I apparently need to talk to her about how we tie up our hostages."
"Oh, um, she kind of took one of the girls to the interrogation room…" Hazel mumbled. She started at her feet, blushing from embarrassment or Percy staring at her, I will never know.
"Shit, why can't that girl just ask someone before she does something stupid and radical, and that's coming from me. I mean first she captures my brother then…" the rest of Percy's rant was muffled after he released Jason, and started for those stairs both Annabeth's went down earlier. He slammed the door shut in a similar fashion as Annabeth did a few minutes ago.
The second we were all untied and are able to talk again, the door down the stairs bursts open. And out popped one angry Annabeth (which if you ever see this in person, hope that she is not angry at you), one scowling Percy (I have to admit, he looks scary when he glares), and one very confused and a little giddy regular Annabeth, who happened to be siting bridle style in Percy's coal covered arms.
He set her down on an arm chair without a word. Her eyes widened as she looked him over, she was close to tears of joy. He kneeled in front of her and slid off her bonds, and slowly took off the tape over her mouth. The second the duct tape left her cheek, though she grabbed onto his wrist, and with a look of absolute rage, she judo-flipped him over her shoulder and onto the floor behind them. Everyone who had a weapon pulled it to the ready and aimed it at the girl who already had her knee on his chest. She leaned down to his face and sneered at him. Then Annabeth did something completely (or not so completely) unexpected.
She rooted her hands in his dark hair, and gave him a knee buckling kiss.
Sorry for the really late update, been busy with school, but I am on spring break now so I hope to be adding more chapters regularly.
I know I said that I would put Nico in this chapter, but I liked Hazel better instead. If you have any suggestions on which somebodies parent should be, tell me!
Now, I got inspiration for this story from a picture on tumblr. The artist was viria, so check out their stuff! I saw the picture of that punk sort of Percy and thought hey he looks like Thalia! Thus this story was born.
To: seaweed brain's wise girl who reviewed- omg that is awesome, I bet Thalia's parent will be Poseidon
Response- Sorry but Thalia's parent will not be Poseidon because Percy and thalia are so alike in the books, and if they switch parents nothing will really change about them. I chose to have Percy be a child of Zeus (SPOILER ALERT!) because of the awesome drawing. But thalia's parent will be one of the big three *HINT*HINT*.
To: TheHeartWish- (response)I will explain the drama between Piper and Percy in the next chapter or the one after that.
To: AthenaGreyEyes- (reponse)Nico will have a whole personality switch, but I plan on keeping children of the big three, children of the big three in this story.
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