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Then, they heard a commotion outside. Apparently, Bruce and M2 had gotten fed up with being nice. Bruce yelled, "Ok kids, don't want to play nice? Well it's a good thing I have my lock gun with me."

Seconds later, a muffled shot, a clang, and the door was open.

Standing in the doorway was a man, tall and muscular. In front of himself, never wavering was a gun in his two hands.

"Now kids, because I am nice, I will give you one last chance before I use physical force to take you." Percy vaguely recognized the voice as Bruce.

Then, the adrenaline kicked in and he pushed Annabeth behind a desk, ignoring the curious/scared/angry/confused look on her face. His mom had raised him to put ladies first, and that's what he would do even if it meant the end of him.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward and said, trying to keep his voice steady, "It's just me in here, no one else."

Bruce seemed relieved that he wouldn't have to try any harder to get the hostage he so obviously wanted. "Ok kid," he said, lowering his gun slightly, "Come over here slowly with your hands up. Now!"

Percy complied, and walked over to the man slowly. As he neared him, light from the hallway gave him a clearer picture of what the man looked like. He had light brown hair, cropped almost to the skull, in a mock marine cut. He had hard brown eyes, with glimmered with excitement at having Percy in his grasp. That sight almost made him sick. He had a slightly bulging nose, that was previously broken. His mouth was twisted in a cruel, wry smile that was no more heartwarming than the man's eyes.

"Now, kid, do you have a cell phone with you? Answer truthfully or I will shoot you." Bruce said, shaking the gun in a vaguely threatening manner.

"No" He answered truthfully. Percy did not want to take any chances and somehow get his foot blown off, which, know himself, he probably should. At this thought, he wriggled his toes to make sure that they were all there.

"Ok then, up against the wall." Bruce said, showing his gun to the Percy again.

Percy complied with the mans request, but as he did he couldn't resist saying, "You do know that the principal with not listen to you even with me as your hostage, right? In fact having me as your hostage will probably make the principal even more reluctant to listen."

"And why is that kid?" Bruce replied as he pulled Percy's hands behind him and binding them with both rope and handcuffs.

"Because, I am the class clown. The principal would be glad to get rid of me. I've been suspended, what, three times this year?"

"I don't believe you kid. Now shut up, or I will bind, gag, and hurt you."

But Percy couldn't stop. He was scared, and on an adrenaline high, and he had ADHD. The drill had already caused him to miss his second dose of medicine today, and the creepy man had put him over the edge.

Continuing on with his nervous rambling, Percy said, "If you wanted someone worth kidnapping, it would probably be Julia Reynolds. She is the president of like, anything academic, and a total teachers pet. Too bad she isn't here today. If she were, I would totally bring her to you. Another person you could kidnap would be the football quarterback. Our principal, as you may know, is obsessed with football. But he isn't here either. You know, now that I think about it, those two have been ogling each other for like, the past month. I wonder if-"

Percy's vision went red, and his legs felt like lead. His back hurt like someone had run a bulldozer over it, and he could barely stand. Apparently, Bruce had had enough.

"I told you kid, if you didn't shut up, I would hurt you. Now turn around so I can gag you."

Scared even more now, Percy turned around. He tried to go as fast as possible, but his legs still weren't cooperating. A second later, Bruce helped him and finished his turn with a shove.

Then, a thick strip of cloth was shoved into his mouth, chocking him. Bruce tied it behind his had, then look over his worked. Percy was now bound, gagged, and very scared.

Then, Bruce slapped him across the face. His check throbbed, and he was now holding on to conciseness by his fingertips.

Through the thin veil of conciseness still with him, he heard, "Now, I want you to go double check that there is no one in that room." Bruce told Man 2. Percy's heart dropped to his stomach. They were going to find Annabeth; there was no doubt about it. With that thought still on his mid, he let the blackness claim him.

Back in the classroom, a plethora of emotions was running through Annabeth's head. Why had the boy, Percy she recalled, hid her and let himself be taken? They barely knew each other, and now he was potentially saving her life?

When she had laid eyes on the boy, he had been standing like a dim wad. After his hasty work of the curtains, they had sat behind the teacher's desk. That was when she had finally gotten a good look at the boy.

The first thing she had noticed was his hair. It was slightly tousled, in a way that seemed like he was constantly running his hands through it. He had moderately tanned skin, and a lean, yet slightly muscular build. One thing that caught her eye when she was still looking over him was the gray streak running through his hair.

That was when he turned to look at her. His eyes were the first things she noticed. They were the colour of the sea. He had a slightly angular face, but in an appealing manner. His eyes twinkled with mirth that must have been always there.

All good thoughts about him flew out when he started talking during the drill. It irked Annabeth, who was a rule-follower. She could hardly believe he had the guts to that when every room had a video camera in it for surveillance.

She was relived when the all-clear signal rang out. She didn't think she could have spent another minute in the room with Percy. She gathered her stuff where it had been dropped and walked out the door towards her next class. That was until the scuffle over the announcements.

When the real lockdown was called, Annabeth fought the urge to panic. She knew that panic would not help her at all. Instead, she looked for Percy; knowing that he couldn't have gone far. After a handful of tense seconds, she located him.

He had gotten swept of in the crowd of panicked students, and was being pushed and shoved. She battled the crowd and made her was towards him. Grabbing his hand, she dragged him towards the room. After pulling him inside, she looked to see if anyone else was trying to get into their room. When no one was, she closed, locked, and covered the door. Sliding the yellow card under the door, she jumped out of Percy's way. He was shoving desks against the door.

Then, the pair had climbed back behind the teacher's desk. Once they were sat down, she turned her attention towards Percy. The panicked look that had previously inhabited his eyes had decreased somewhat. When she asked how he was, and he replied clearly, she knew he was ok.

That was how the next thirty minutes passed. It was still, eerily so. Without realizing it, she scooted ever closer to Percy, until their sides were touching. She didn't mind.

She was just calming down when boots came down the hall. The man in those boots was telling them to come out, that he wouldn't hurt her. Annabeth knew better, she knew it was only a ploy. He would hurt them anyway.

Her heart dropped when they couldn't hide in the closet. That's when Percy shoved her under the desk, bringing her back to the present. She had heard a cry of pain minutes earlier, and curled up tighter behind the desk, as if it would shield her from the occasional grunts of pain drifting through the door.

Then Bruce told the other man to search the room. Annabeth panicked. He was going to find her. She held her breath and prayed to anyone out there that she wouldn't be found.

The man stepped into the room.