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Chapter 30

Annabeth

When Annabeth opened her eyes, she was slung over someone's shoulder.

At first, she panicked. She didn't know what it was.

She started kicked.

"Hey!" Percy's voice said. "You almost kicked my eye out!"

She stopped fight. "Percy, what's going on?"

"We're being attacked," Percy replied. "And you were sleeping, so I grabbed you and ran."

"By what?" Annabeth asked, looking around. She couldn't see anything but the gray sky and the rust colored terrain.

"The fury I met when I was twelve!" Percy laughed. "Who'd a thought she was still mad at me!"

"Wouldn't she have escaped to come attack you in person?" Annabeth asked.

"She doesn't know where the doors are, either," Percy replied. "Believe me, I asked."

Annabeth laughed. "Percy, you can put me down now."

Percy put her down, and they ran together.

She drew her cane like a sword when she saw that Percy still had Riptide out.

"I don't see her anywhere," Annabeth mentioned as she looked around.

"She's flying above us," Percy replied. "Just keep moving."

Annabeth looked up, and sure enough, flying about them, was that sick fury.

"I'm going to rip your heart out, Percy Jackson!" she screeched. "And then I'll claw the eyes out of your precious girlfriend!"

"That's just another part of being Percy and Annabeth," Percy joked. "Over my head body!" he shouted to the fury.

She swooped down on them, and Percy pulled Annabeth to the ground and stuck his sword in the air.

By the way she screeched, Annabeth could tell he had hit her.

He dragged her back to her feet and pulled her along again.

"She's hurt, but that's not going to stop her here," Percy told her. "This is Tartarus, after all. Where else would she go but here when she died?"

That dawned on Annabeth. "We can't kill her?"

"Not to my knowledge," Percy confirmed, and the fury screamed again and dove, this time talons out.

Percy slashed his sword across her chest and fell onto the ground with a soft thud.

Percy grabbed Annabeth's hand as he dragged her along with him.

"We have to go! Now! Anywhere is safer than here!" Percy replied.

"Run, little demigods!" she squealed from the ground. "You can't defeat me, not here!"

A thought surfaced in Annabeth's head and she stopped.

"You can't die here," Annabeth said. She ripped her hand out of Percy's grasp and walked over to the fury on the ground. "So that means you can't escape the pain was cause."

"I will heal," she hissed. "I can fight back!"

"Not if we keep it up," Percy was beside her now, catching on.

"Honestly, fighting us in the human world seems more like a blessing now, in your case, to me," Annabeth continued. "At least then you can escape the pain."

"You lie!" she spat.

To prove their point, Annabeth took the thicker end of her cane and smacked her across the face with it, then punched her in the face with it.

Half her face was sand, and she sat there, hissing at us.

Percy stabbed her again, cutting up her arms, and she squealed and hissed.

"So, I think we have the advantage here," Annabeth continued. "What do you think?"

She hissed at Annabeth, and Percy smacked her across the face again with the butt of Riptide.

"We've decided to spare you the pain, however," Annabeth continued, "but you have to promise not to pursue us."

"Why would I do that?" she questioned.

"Because if you do," Percy said, "we'll have to torture you. For quite a while."

The fury said nothing.

Annabeth grabbed Percy hand, told the fury, "Nice decision," and they ran off together.

"Nice one, Annabeth, you really saved our butts," Percy said as they continued to look around for the Doors of Death.

Annabeth shrugged. "It's what I do. So, she didn't tell you anything about the Doors of Death?"

Percy shook his head. "Nothing except she doesn't know where they are."

Annabeth sighed. They'd have to deal with this little bit of information for a while, not knowing anything about the location of the doors except that they were in Tartarus.

And Greece.

"Annabeth, I need water," Percy said.

They stopped, dug a hole, and drank some water.

Percy covered the hole as Annabeth fell back on the ground and said, "Percy, I need a lead."

"Sorry, Annabeth, but we'll find them, don't worry," Percy promised.

Annabeth sat up. She looked at him. "We need to ask the monsters."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "What?"

"We need to ask the monsters in Tartarus where the Doors are!" Annabeth stood up, and Percy stood up. "They have to know, they've been escaping the entire time!"

"That is a really great idea, Annabeth, except for the fact that it's really dangerous!" Percy said, grabbing her hand.

"It's not like we're helpless, Percy," Annabeth said. "That's just another fact to add to the Percy and Annabeth factor."

Percy laughed. Then, he said, "We don't know what kind of terrain we'll find them in. What if they're in the ground? What if they're underwater? What if they're in the freaking clouds?"

"Then we need to dig, swim, or climb to them," Annabeth replied without hesitation. "As long as we're together."

Percy smiled. "As long as we're together."

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWW WWWWWWWW! Percabeth!

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