Sorry! Don't kill me! *quivers behind chair* Between concerts, my birthday, camping, and a lot of other stuff for the end of summer, I haven't had time! But I hope this makes up for it! Love you!
Percy did up the last buttons on his blue shirt. Slipping on a jacket, he checked himself in the mirror. "Damn," he muttered, as he tried to tame his hair. After a few moments of helpless patting, he finally gave up and slipped his gun into his belt.
Percy wasn't a gang man, but he knew better then to not carry one around. This part of town, killers were on the loose everywhere, and the fact that he was heading to a party didn't exactly help. He slipped it into his jacket and walked out the door, slipping the spare key under the pat. He didn't bring it with him considering the fact that he had a knack for losing keys.
He hopped into his car and started it up. A song rose from the radio, a Miley Cyrus one. He glared and turned of the radio. Finally, he pulled up at Annabeth's house. She hopped in the car as soon as he stopped it, and they were off.
Annabeth switched the radio on. The Miley song was still playing.
"Who Owns My Heart. I like this song."
Percy scoffed. "She's a sl—"
"Hey," Annabeth warned, glaring at him. "Shut up."
"I didn't know you liked her!" He said, shocked. She never striked her as that kind of person. Instead of answering, she chose to glare some more. He took the hint and shut up.
They finally pulled up to the party. The car thumped as they ran over a can. He turned off the car and looked over to her.
"Sorry." He said, flashing a smile. She rolled her eyes and gave him a kiss on the cheek before jumping out of the car.
The party was already in full swing when they got there. It was hard to describe, but one look at the pink bra hanging off of the light over the garage, and you got the idea.
Percy was about to open the door when he spotted something. Over by the corner of the street, a bunch of drunk teenagers were throwing beer bottles over the fence. At first it was fine, and he was about to head back inside, when he noticed what they were throwing at. A black Labrador dog was yipping, bleeding from everywhere and bits of glass in his coat. For some reason, this enraged Percy, and he ran towards the teenagers.
"Hey!" He shouted, grabbing the nearest teenager and punching him.
"Percy!" Annabeth shouted, but he ignored her.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He screamed, gesturing for Annabeth to go help the dog. She did as asked, and pretty soon, the dog was patched up in his doghouse, using the first aid kit in Percy's trunk.
"Aw, come on, we were just having some fun!" One guy slurred, grabbing Annabeth. "She's purty!"
"Let go of her. Now." Percy's voice was dangerously low.
"Lay off," Someone said behind him. Percy turned and saw that Grover had come to their aid. He glared. He didn't like this guy, but he was better then Rachel coming to help.
"You'd look better with your clothes off," the guy said, earning a few laughs. He knew drunk guys. They'd undress her, then leave her. He was ready to beat them up, than they took him by surprise.
They tugged the pins off her hair. She yelped in pain as they pulled on her hair.
"Oh, she like pain!" One guy said. He pulled out a beer bottle and smashed it on her head. That was the last straw. Percy pulled free from someone who had grabbed him, sacked him, and started beating up the other guys.
A car drove up to the curb at pull speed and the door flew open.
"Get in!" Someone inside yelled. Grover. Percy hadn't even seen him leave. He wanted to stay and fight, but he knew they were outnumbered. Pushing Annabeth in the back, he hopped in alongside her, and they drove away.
"Where are we going?" Annabeth asked. Pieces of glass were sticking out of her head, and Percy was holding her tightly in his arms.
"Hospital," Grover said.
The drive was slow, despite their speed. Every second felt like forever. Annabeth seemed unharmed, but Percy knew better. The glass scraped his chin every time she moved in his arms. Finally, she pulled away to look out the window.
"Where are we?" She asked. Percy looked out his window, too. They were in the middle of nowhere.
"Grover, where the hell…"
Percy cut off as he noticed something in the front seat. The whole passenger seat was filled with empty beer bottles. With a pang, Percy noticed that they were headed straight for a tree.
As much as he shoved Grover and screamed, he just picked up speed. Percy had seconds. Time seemed to slow down. The entire front of the car smashed, and Annabeth put her arms over her head as a huge, thick branch fell on her. Percy jumped over her, and the branch smashed him instead.
But it wasn't over yet. Percy grabbed Annabeth and used his body as a shield. The car flipped over about four times, and then, there was silence.
Annabeth groaned and slowly lifted her head up.
"You're okay," he said, with relief. Annabeth wiped the blood off his face.
"I think I broke something," she said, wincing.
Percy slowly sat up. He was on a hospital bed. They were outside, and a bunch of ambulances were gathered around the car. They were trying to pull Grover out. Apparently he said "food" a few times. They had already patched up Percy, but Annabeth was still being taken care off. She was worse off, so she probably needed to stay in the hospital a while longer. Then again, Percy almost lost his arm.
"We got him!" He heard someone shout. Percy watched as they pulled Grover onto a stretcher. As much as he didn't like him too much, he was glad he was safe. That's when the horror hit him.
The cries from the people seemed to vibrate in his skull. Annabeth's scream, and the screams of Grover's family pierced him. He was afraid to look over, but he managed to.
He stifled a cry as he took in Grover's mangled face. A pull half looked like it had been badly cut off with a knife. There was so eye, no nose, no mouth. It was bleeding and a deep red. The rest of his body was in just as bad of a shape.
Somehow, Percy knew he wasn't going to make it.
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