Annabeth's POV
She awoke the next morning naked in bed with sunlight streaming in through a window.
The damn covers must have fallen onto the ground again, she thought groggily as she rolled over to pick them up off the ground so she could sleep in peace.
She had only started to lie on her shoulder blade with she felt something tug on her wrist, preventing her from going any further.
Wait…is that leather?
Suddenly she was wide awake and struggling against her restraints. The covers weren't on the ground, there weren't any covers.
She looked in the opposite corner of the room and saw a camera pointed directly at her, no doubt recording live all the time.
She felt something dried on her thighs so she looked down as far as she could and saw dried blood in between her legs and underneath her butt. Her nipples felt weird and she figured they were no doubt covered in dried saliva.
What had happened last night?
As she struggled to recall, she moved her left leg up a little bit and was given a searing pain from her anus, so she set it back down and tried to contain her screams. Her throat burned with effort, but she realized it had even been sore before then.
Wait…the old man…what did he do to me?
Blood around my thighs…no.
She sobbed with despair and pain as she came to a sudden, horrible realization.
He raped me last night….now I remember…he anally raped me and...made me do other things...
She looked at the window and noticed it was boarded on the outside on the borders so she couldn't open it or even bust it open. She had seen the president's car on TV and this window looked a lot like those, so she couldn't bust it either since it was bulletproof which made it unfortunately Annabeth Chase proof. The only door was not only locked, but way out of her reach. Her clothes lay in a rumpled heap on the ground and how she wished she could at least put her lingerie back on.
"Percy," she croaked. "Where are you?"
Frank's POV
"Percy," he wondered. "Where are we?"
"Um…" he said. "Somewhere in the middle of nowhere, New York, very close to Boston by now." Then Frank saw him turn the map upside down. "Er. I think. Oh waaait…nope, thaaaat's north."
Frank slapped his own forehead and asked "We go on a super important journey to save your kind of girlfriend, and you forget to charge your phone?"
"Like you can talk!" Percy scoffed as he went a deep red.
Frank exclaimed "She could've already been raped Perce!"
He took a sharp breath and said "Yeah. I know." He had never sounded so grim in his entire life.
"Percy, I'm sor—"
"No, it's fine."
They drove in a very uncomfortable silence for about half an hour, Percy being angry and Frank being awkwardly guilty.
Then Percy said bluntly, "You forgot your phone."
Frank pouted but mumbled, "At least I can read a compass rose. And hang a U turn! We need to turn around if we've been heading south all this time! It'll take us like 6 hours to get there now!"
"Look," said Percy very seriously. "We aren't even getting a blink of sleep until we find her. Now take the map O Wise One, I'll focus on just driving," as he threw the map at Frank.
Of course, it had to go flying out the window.
"Percy!"
"What?! That was a perfectly good throw!"
"Oh, just pull over into the nearest gas station. Maybe we can find a car charger."
"Fine."
They drove for about an hour without any traffic, communicating solely through frustrated sighs and deep breaths through their nose until Percy pulled over into a Shell gas station.
He got out and went to fill the tank while Frank headed to the station itself, murmuring some rather unkind things about Percy's intelligence.
He walked into the door and immediately pulled out his pistol.
"Frank Zhang. Where the hell is Percy Jackson?" said the man holding a pistol himself at Frank's head.
"His location depends. Who's asking?"
"My boss."
"You work for Zeus?" he asked, trying to buy some time while he figured out how to get Percy's attention.
"His identity isn't important. Percy Jackson's location is."
"I can't say since I don't know."
Time to pull a Percy now I guess.
He shot to the left of the man's head and dived behind an aisle, hoping Percy would come running in with the shotgun they had brought. Sure enough, the door burst open and Percy shot the gun, presumably at the man.
Frank looked above the aisle and, sure enough, the man's head was lying in a pool of his own blood. Percy moved the man's hood and dropped the gun on the ground in shock, and it went off.
Frank even dropped his pistol, and you couldn't say you blamed them.
Leo Valdez, Reyna's boyfriend, was lying dead on the ground in a pool of his own blood. Because of Percy.
A/N: DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUN. I told you there would be twists didn't I? Hehe. I'm so evil. Cliffy cliffy cliffy cliffy. They're so fun, huh? Well, for me they are :) So I'll probably be updating this weekend anyway, I promise guys c: Hope you enjoy the update!