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Chapter 3

Annabeth

The impact hurt worse than her broken ankle.

Up until that moment, Annabeth had had her arms locked around her boyfriend Percy's neck. The pain in her ankle was unrelenting as debris bumped into it and they were thrown from one side of the pit to the other. Annabeth was looking at Percy's chest with tunnel vision. Her peripheral vision was completely back, and the only she could see was Percy.

Annabeth felt safe in the arms of her boyfriend, which was saying a lot, since Percy was usually the one to make something blow up or catch on fire.

After the fall had begun, Annabeth had blacked out immediately from nausea and the tenderness of tenderness of her wound. She hadn't been sure how much time had passed until she had woken up again to the sound of Percy's voice.

His words had been muffled and unclear, and Annabeth had been sure that if opened her mouth, the things that would come out would had definitely not been words. So she had nodded her head the best of her ability and stayed still.

It had been hard. Her entire body was screaming, but her mind was being logical. Screaming in a situation like that would not have been the good thing to do.

Annabeth remembered when Percy got hit with the asphalt. She could hear the crack when it happened. Knowing that he might let go at any second, Annabeth'd wrapped her arms around Percy. She couldn't afford to lose him after all they'd been through. Some stupid spider wasn't going to change that.

And then, Annabeth had heard the bone-chilling voice of Gaea, taunting Percy. Annabeth wanted to grab her knife and hunt down the earth goddess, but she'd remembered that her backpack, laptop, and bronze knife were gone, possibly forever.

Once Percy had been knocked out cold, Annabeth had been complete unsure of what to do. She hadn't been ready for a situation like this. If she were Jason or Frank, she could've flown to safety, but she wasn't, so wishing wasn't an option.

As they continued to fall, Annabeth felt that tug on her ankle stop, and a huge amount of pain just ceased. She let out a sigh of relief against Percy's chest, and tears of joy crept into her eyes. She blinked them away quickly, knowing that she would need to be able to see.

Then her heart stopped beating when she realized what was going to happen.

The only reason the pull on her leg had stopped was because the thing hold it down had stopped falling. Annabeth and Percy were the only things falling now, which meant that their impact was going to come pretty soon. How was she supposed to prepare for it?

Annabeth remembered something she'd read one time. A guy had been blown a fourth of a mile from his house because of a tornado, and since he'd been knocked out, he hadn't even broken a bone when he landed.

She tried to relax all of her muscles. She loosened the grip she had on Percy's neck, making a bit of space between them. Now that Percy was unconscious, maybe he'd be okay when he landed. His muscles wouldn't be trying to tighten and brace for the impact, and he would go with the flow.

A golden light of the pit shined brighter, kind of like that ghostly twilight before nightfall, when all of the shadows coat your face but illuminate it at the same time. They tumbled through the air flipping and turning, and then, Annabeth's head snapped to the left, and she saw the ground.

It was coming at her a little too fast.

She had seconds. She let all of her limbs loose, and then her back hit the ground.

Instantly, she and Percy were separated as she shrieked in agony. She bounced straight back up into the air, probably twenty feet up. A car slammed into her side, and her screams were cut short as she chocked on her own saliva.

Her back slammed into the ground again, and something cracked. She whimpered as she continued rolling down a hill. The sounds of crashing cement and bit a buildings and car invaded her ears, screeching loudly.

She couldn't even see Percy. She could barely see what was around her. She was sure that she had blood in her eyes. Her hands were cut up from trying to stop herself, and from thorns that scattered the ground. She wondered briefly why thorns would be woven into the ground, but that thought disappeared when she hit against something hard.

The pain was blinding. She couldn't even feel her ankle anymore, which maybe was a good thing. Maybe the ambrosia from earlier was finally mending the bone. She coughed up and gravel that had gotten into her lungs, but stopped short, so it sounded like she'd chocked. There was a pain near her lungs that was excruciating.

Her plan hadn't worked whatsoever. Now, she could only hope that Percy wasn't in the same situation.

Come on, Annabeth, she told herself. Toughen up.

She grabbed at something behind her, and it felt like a car door. Very slowly, Annabeth pulled herself up to her good foot. Her splint had fallen apart during her crash landing, so she propped her foot up behind her.

She twisted to look at what was inside the crushed car, but she screamed and grabbed onto her side. It hurt so much.

Annabeth felt something warm and sticky where her fingers were and something really hard too. She brought them up to her face. They were a deep red. She was bleeding severely.

She glanced down at her side. A huge gash started at her chest and ended at her hip, and blood was just oozing out of it. She squinted in the dim light to see what was hard, and she saw something vaguely white but coated in blood sticking out of her skin a little bit.

It was one of her ribs. She'd fractured her rib, and it had popped out of place. It was protruding slightly from her skin.

Annabeth couldn't help it. She threw up next to the car. The wound was nasty and terrible, one of the worst she ever had. So now, not only had she broke her ankle, but her ribs were bruised, and one of them was broken.

"Okay, Annabeth," she hissed to herself. "What do I do now?" Every bit of information she'd gotten learning First Aid at camp seemed to be gone. She wanted to collapse on the ground and wait for someone to help her, but she didn't even know if Percy was awake.

What if he was dead?

"Nope!" She wouldn't believe that until she saw it. She looked inside the car for anything she could salvage. The smell of gasoline was rich. The keys were still in the ignition, so after a few failed attempts, she managed to snatch them out. There was also a Tinker Bell seat covered that was ripped up, but she yanked that out too. Perhaps later, she would check the car more for supplies, maybe a first aid kit, but now, she needed to sit.

She slid against the car door slowly until she reached the ground. She looked at the set of keys. They could be a weapon. Or… a knife.

She looked at her bad ankle again. The long string of silk was still attached to her ankle, even after the hard crash. She picked it up and cut began to cut it with the keys. It was stronger than she'd realized. It took almost five minutes, but she managed to cut it off.

Next she looked at the seat cover. It was stretchy and thin. Annabeth put it around her mid section twice, and yanked really hard. She bit her lip so hard that there was blood drawn. Then she tied it off, hoping that he makeshift bandage would work well enough to stop the blood flow a bit.

Annabeth's head felt fuzzy, and she had to keep blinking to see right. A nap suddenly felt like a really good idea.

"Where are you, daughter of Athena?" screeched a voice, like a thousand clicking insects.

Annabeth gulped. Apparently Arachne had survived the fall.

"You will not outsmart me this time," she hissed. Annabeth could hear the clanging of metal and the sounds of grass rustling. She knew that the Mother Spider was close.

What could Annabeth do? Fight with keys? That wouldn't get her that far. Arachne wouldn't be outsmarted again. Annabeth didn't have any tricks up her sleeve. She could barely think as it was. Annabeth got back to her feet as fast as she could. There wasn't any place for her to really hide. She saw a few cars here and there, and some huge chunks of buildings, but she wouldn't be able to get there in time.

Annabeth decided to climb into the car. She barely fit. The ceiling was crush down so much that the car was pretty much a pancake, but at least it provided some type of protection. She gripped the keys tightly in one hand, and with the other, she felt around the floor of the car.

Just as she had expected, there was a bunch of glass shards. She grabbed the biggest one and put it in her other hand.

She really wished that she had her bronze dagger. It comforted her in a way, since she had fought with it for so long. She knew how to fight with that, even though she was good with other weapons too. That was a perk to being the daughter of the goddess of battle.

Annabeth peered over the dashboard. She could see Arachne creeping closer, her eight legs scurrying, her eyes looking in every direction for her. The feelers in her mouth were snapping. "Where are you, my sweet?" she asked.

Annabeth's breath caught in her throat. She would just hide there until she had to fight. She couldn't run now without getting caught. She was trapped.

"I can see you, my dear," cackled the weaver. "Your blonde hair is sticking up all over the place. You stick out like a sore thumb." And this was yet another time that Annabeth wished she was a brunette.

She could hear Arachne coming closer. Annabeth dove out of the car and began to hop away from her. But she could only hop so fast, and her legs hurt terribly from the fall. And, just because it wasn't hard enough, she was hopping uphill.

Annabeth tested her bad foot by putting weight on it. It didn't hurt as much as it had before, however long ago 'before' had been, so she began to hobble on it. She hissed when her foot twisted and she stumbled, but she recovered as quickly as she could and carried on.

Once she was over the hill, she turned around. Arachne was closer than she had thought. Maybe she thought watching Annabeth trying to run was fun, so she was going slowly, trying to make the chase last longer.

Finally she heard Arachne huff. "This is boring me. Your death will please me much more, and then I will make a magnificent tapestry to remember the moment. It will take me a while to find the right colors and supplies, but I will do it."

And with that, the spider lunged.

Annabeth screamed and parried the first blow with the glass, and then slashed at the spider. It wasn't working out that well. Annabeth was no match for her. The spider wasn't even hurt from the fall, and Annabeth could barely stand up.

Annabeth tried to block the spider again, but she got a good at Annabeth arm, and she dropped the keys. Annabeth managed to hit the spider with her next jab, and Arachne screamed ancient curses, and flung Annabeth back ten feet. She landed hard on the back of her neck, but used that as a chance to flip over her shoulder and land on her feet. She coughed once, but then felt more blood leak out of her wounds.

Arachne came at her again, but Annabeth jumped out of the way and landed on her hands and knees. She knew this surge of adrenanline wasn't going to last much longer. She stabbed at the monsters neck, but her arms swept Annabeth back, and she stumbled. The spider was fired up now. She slashed at Annabeth faster than she could see, and two of the blows connected to her ribs, and she jumped back in pain.

She clutched her side involuntarily. The blood was beginning to leak through, and she was feeling woozy.

She couldn't take it anymore. She collapsed to her knees. She couldn't do it. Percy was probably dead, and Annabeth was alone and hurt. "I'm sorry I let you down, everyone," she mumbled.

Then there was the sound of screeching tires and a loud engine. Annabeth's head perked up, and Arachne turned around, looking to find the source to the noise.

A Fiat went air born over a hill so that Annabeth could only see the underbody of the car and not the driver. It wasn't completely crushed, but it was dented all over the place. It slammed straight into Arachne and sent her flying away from Annabeth. But the driver didn't stop at Annabeth. He or she kept driving to where Arachne was now laying, legs up in the air.

"What is this?!" she screamed, and they were her famous last words. The car ran right over her, and then back up and ran over her again.

Annabeth couldn't stand to watch. She adverted her eyes to the ground and tried to block out the horrible crying, screaming, and gurgling noises. She could hear the sound of bones being crushed and blood splattering the ground. It was disgusting.

After what seemed like forever, the crunching sounds stopped, and the car turned around and drove over to Annabeth and parked next to her. She could see monster dust, blood, and guts all over the wheels. The smell almost made her sick.

The Fiat's door opened. And out of it stepped Percy.

As far as Annabeth could tell, he was unharmed. There was a small cut on his forehead, and scrapes all over his body, but it looked like Annabeth's plan had worked for him. He was smiling down at her, but then his eyebrows creased when he saw her wounds.

Immediately, he knelt down next to her. "Oh gods," he mumbled. "What happened to you?"

"A hard fall," she answered, wincing as he applied more pressure to her wound. "Percy, we don't have time for this. We need to get out of here before any more monsters come after us."

Percy nodded and kissed her on the cheek. "As far as I know, this whole place goes on forever. Above us, there's only darkness, and the only source of light is coming from where we came. It's only a small glow too, and it'll fade away soon. The area is like some sort of sick meadow. There are thorns on the ground, and debris everywhere, and it goes on for miles."

"Great," murmured Annabeth.

"Yeah, it's just great," groaned Percy.

He insisted on helping Annabeth get to the car. Once he made sure she had her seatbelt on, he got in too.

"Where are we going?" Annabeth asked.

"No idea," answered Percy. He smiled like the annoying Seaweed Brain he was. "I wasn't planning on coming to Tartarus, but if I had been, I would've made sure to go on Google Maps first to get directions."

"Shut up," chuckled Annabeth, but she regretted doing that. The movement of her shoulders when she laughed hurt.

"Right now, let's just get out of here and find someplace to take care of you." He leaned across the console and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "You will not get hurt on my watch, remember that. I'm going to take care of you, and those monsters are going to wish they'd never touched you."

Percy turned the key, and the car roared to life. He turned the headlights on, and Annabeth could see the trail of blood in front of the car. She gulped, and wondered what her friends were doing, and what time it was. It was hard to tell time when there was no sun, and the car's clock had been broken.

She already missed the sun. She didn't know when she would see the sun again, or if she actually would ever see the sun again.

And then they were off, driving a Fiat through the endless world of evil.

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