It was later that day and Fred sat across Annabeth, Annabeth decided it was probably best to stop Fred's bleeding and put some ointment onto his wounds. But she didn't like the expression he wore, with his lips turned to a smirk and his eyes showed devilish delight as if he knew something we didn't. Annabeth was determined to find out what.
She glanced up as she heard a violin, though she didn't know who was playing it, they were good. Really good. Fred smirked bigger as he heard the violin and Annabeth gathered it was Will, he seemed to have a sick fascination with Will.
"Don't go anywhere near my brother" Annabeth snarled at him and he looked at her with obvious amusement and she became even angrier at this "One finger on him and I'll throw you into Tartarus myself" She snapped at him and he leaned back shrugging.
"So you like William?" He asked her and she frowned at him but not saying anything about this, but Fred took this as a yes and he leaned forward again interested now "You like him? You actually like him?"
Annabeth scowled at the man "So what if I do?"
He laughed at her tipping his head back, obviously enjoying this "Then daughter of Athena, you are in grave danger, did you not think that there was a reason behind it? And yet you stubbornly love him."
"So I was right, there is a reason" She blurted out before she could stop herself and he raised an eyebrow at her backing her sentence without needing to say anything about it. She thought about how Fred seemed to know about his childhood, she knew he was hiding something about his childhood. Right now she's thinking that he is actually the missing son of George, but in one point of the years he has mentioned his father's name. Harrison. Harrison Cliff. Nowhere near the name 'George Darkwood' so he can't be the missing child of Athena.
"And tell me Ms. Chase, how much do you know of Will?" Fred asked her "I mean do children of Athena not thirst for knowledge, knowledge is power, no?"
Annabeth gritted her teeth, wanting to say deny this claim and not want to be spoilt on Will's secrets. But he was right, she wanted to know. She needed to know what happened; it was a constant puzzle that she left untouched but always wanted to solve. But she saw Will dealing with his past, and it wouldn't be right to find out by a traitorous bastard.
"I do not want to know. And that is final" She said giving him a look and he smirked shrugging which only made Annabeth hate this man even more. She sighed then she heard a voice. His voice.
"Are you meant to prove something? That you enjoy killing children? Ella, Imogene?" He said with his arrogant tone "If I had my way, you'd already be dead"
Annabeth turned and frowned at Will, silently cursing herself as she had been to involved with Fred to notice that Will had stopped playing the violin. Will's blue eyes gazed at her then back at Fred who stared at him not losing that smug smile that Annabeth wanted to wipe of his aged face.
"So you guessed-" Fred started but Will interrupted him halfway through the sentance.
"The way you mentioned her in your sentance gave you away." The boy snapped, and Annabeth could see the fury hidden in the bottle blue eyes that Will sported that did not waver off Fred's face. "If I did not have self-control I would have ripped you into pieces like you did with your own daughter, if she was even your own daughter"
"You got me, Imogene was a daughter of Poseidon" He chuckled and Annabeth widening her eyes "I do not regret what I did, it was all for the name of science, and she is not needed in the bigger picture. I had everything to gain from doing what I did, I had...I have nothing to lose"
If Annabeth was not a child of Athena, she would have been lost by now but she kept up, but her mind kept going to Ella. Ella. Her name always popped up, and still Annabeth has not got round to asking Will who she is, or was, they always spoke of her in the past tense, hinting that she has died. But Annabeth wasn't sure by this.
She was to deep in thought that she jumped when Fred slammed his hand down onto the table and black fire erupted from the table and black misty hands, at least ten of them, shot towards Will and Will didn't have time to dodge and the arms wrapped around him, around his wrists and neck and Annabeth could hear him choke.
"Ella" Will croaked out looking at her and Annabeth hesitated, off guard by the name but leapt at Fred and used her knife to slash at the drawing scratched thinly onto the table and the hands disappeared but Will collapsed onto the floor unconcious and Fred's beefy hands closed around her neck.