Author's Note From stalkerinpink:So sorry for the wait! I planned on working on this fanfic during the weekend but turns out I'm busy then. SO, I did a little work on it now. I managed to finish a chapter. Here you go. My apologies if you don't see me updating very much lately. I've got a lot of work to do and I'll definitely post chapters more often once I'm free.

Chapter Seven: A Few Possessed Friends (Annabeth POV)

The first thought that crossed my head was…

Oh hi Clarisse! What are you doing at our school! I thought I wouldn't be seeing you until next summer!

It wasn't until ten seconds later, when it occurred to me that she was holding a knife dripping with blood, that I finally realized that she was there to kill me and that I was about to die.

Oh, jeez…

I stood up and grabbed Percy's hand. His eyes looked ready to pop out of his head. "What the heck is going on?" he demanded.

"I dunno… but run!" I said, pulling him along as I made a dash for the cafeteria door. Clarisse gave chase. Everyone in the room was screaming and running for their lives. Kat was clinging onto Brandon. She looked really terrified.

We ran out of the cafeteria and through the halls.

"No running in the halls!" Percy called out.

I groaned. "This isn't the time for jokes, Seaweed Brain! We've got to find a place to hide!"

"Where could you hide in a school, anyway?" he asked as we continued to run.

"Hm…"

We neared my classroom and I ran in. He followed behind me. I opened the door to the supply closet and beckoned him in. "Come on! This is our only choice!" I said anxiously, and he finally came in. I closed the door behind us and locked it. Phew. We were safely inside.

"Okay, now that we're safe, what the heck just happened?" Percy asked.

"I don't know," I said, "and I don't really want to find out! All I know is that Clarisse has somehow gone mad, found out that we were at this school, and chased us down with a knife."

"Where is she now?" Percy asked.

"Probably looking for us," I sighed.

The creaking of the classroom door told me that she had entered the classroom.

"Shh! Be quiet!" I hissed at Percy. He didn't reply. We froze, listening to Clarisse's footsteps as she walked around the room. I leaned forward and peered through a small crack in the supply closet door. I could see her with her knife. The weird thing was, though, that she began to lift off the ground until she was floating. In midair. She was also emitting an evil purple glow.

Okay, creepy.

Then it occurred to me—Clarisse didn't go mad.

She'd been possessed.

I slowly sank onto the floor. This made it about a million times more complicated. There was no way we could kill her, because somewhere inside, she was still Clarisse. Ugh.

Percy gave me a look that said, What's wrong?

I gestured towards the crack in the closet. See for yourself.

He took a look, and immediately understood. I buried my head in my hands, needing a little time to think. How did this happen? How did she get possessed? What if… there were others that were also possessed…?

I immediately turned my head up at the sound of more footsteps. What was going on? I heard at least three sets of feet outside. Percy and I scrambled to look through the crack, and nearly gasped at what we saw.

Thalia, Grover, and Juniper. All three of them were also beginning to float, joining Clarisse in the center of the classroom. Their heads slowly went up at the same time as they looked directly at the supply closet we were in. I gulped. We'd been spotted.

They spoke in unison. "I know you're in there. Come out. You can't stay there forever. I can bust down that door you're hiding behind."

I caught my breath. They weren't speaking in their normal voices.

They were speaking in mine.

Percy and I looked at each other. I could tell he recognized that they were talking in my voice.

Now what? I mouthed at him.

Dunno. He shrugged. I slapped my forehead.

We can't hurt them, I said.

Yeah. He sighed softly. Well, I guess our only option is…

He didn't need to continue further. I knew what he was about to say.

RUN.

I grabbed the keys and unlocked the supply closet. We glanced at each other.

"Good luck," he whispered.

"You too," I said.

We held hands.

I opened the closet door and we burst out into the open.

.

.

.

Don't ever ask me what it's like to be chased down by floating, possessed people.

I will throw up. Not kidding.

Clarisse, Grover, and Juniper immediately ran—er, floated—after us as we bolted out of the supply closet. I grabbed Percy by his hand and we hurried to the classroom door. I opened it and we ran out.

We dashed across the halls once again and came to a stop at the cafeteria, freezing at what we saw.

A bunch of possessed demigods from Camp Half-Blood were attacking Goode students, pinning them down, tying them up. Percy shot a glance at me.

"What are they doing?" he hissed.

"I don't know!" I said.

We leaned closer to listen.

"Where are Chase and Jackson?" one demigod demanded. "Where are they?"

The student he was pinning down cowered. "I—I already told you, I don't know!"

"Yes! You! Do!" the demigod growled as he pulled his fist back, ready to punch the kid. "Speak up unless you wish to meet a painful punishment!"

Then it occurred to me. Innocent students were being punished because of us.

No. This shouldn't be happening.

"Percy," I said. Percy looked at me, telling me that he was listening.

"We've got to leave. Right now. We have to run to somewhere far. People are being tortured because of us. I need to quit my job as a teacher. You need to quit being a student at this school. We have to go."

He nodded. I gave him a tiny grin. Then I walked into the cafeteria, straight into the scene.

"Yo idiots!" I hollered at the demigods. "We're right here! Stop hitting them! Come and get us!" I stuck my tongue out.

Then I linked hands with Percy and we ran for our dear lives.