Well, I've ranted to a couple of people (actually more like 15, but that's beside the point) and am feeling much better about myself. The ending is sort of revised and I added more stuffs to it. Tell me what you think! The ending of the chap was unexpectedly dark, sorry about that. Not intentional. :/

Disclaimer: Don't own PJO.

Percy POV

The next few days were torture. Why my mom? I sighed inwardly. She always did get the worst luck. I swore to myself that I would find a way to get her… one way or another. I was pretty much M.I.A. to everyone; everyone except Annabeth. She would come remind me to eat, or visit at night to force me to go to bed. My life was turning into one of those shows that James watches. What was it called? Oh yeah, Sherlock.

I received a few communications from Chaos to let me know if anything new had been discovered about our new friend Loki. Sadly, there was little he could tell me aside from the fact he was very dangerous.

I growled in frustration. Why wasn't there more I could do? I headed upstairs to our personal training arena to relieve my frustrations. I pressed a couple buttons on a side panel and several dummies materialized. I smiled and uncapped Riptide, slashing and hacking at the dummies. Hours later, piles of wood, straw, and metal lay in large piles around my feet.

Wiping the sweat off my brow, I summoned a glass of water and gulped it down, relishing in the strength that surged through my body. I snapped my fingers and the piles of broken materials disappeared into thin air.

"Percy? You up there?" a voice called from the bottom of the stairs. Annabeth. "Its lunchtime, and I think the last time you ate was this time yesterday. It's not healthy to do this to yourself."

I sighed and recapped my sword, replacing it in my pocket. "Fine, what are we having? Sandwiches?"

"You'll see when you get down here." I got the distinct feeling she had her hand on her hip and was glaring up the stairs. "I'll meet you in the kitchen."

I heard her step retreat and I groaned, looking around at the mess on the floor. I snapped my fingers and the majority of the straw and wood disappeared, leaving a couple of things left for me to manually sweep up and toss in the garbage can.

Ask Chaos for more dummies. I wrote on my hand and scampered downstairs. I grabbed a plate and sat down on the couch, staring at the television.

Henry had the remote in his hand and was punching the buttons furiously, muttering under his breath that there was nothing good on.

I stayed there, munching on my food and dreaming up ways to defeat Loki and rescue my mom. Nothing seemed likely to succeed.

About an hour into my pondering, most everyone had gone out to train or upstairs to relax or sleep. Only Rebekah, Henry, Annabeth and I were left downstairs. I was about to wash off my plate and head upstairs when a startled gasp was hear from where Annabeth and Rebekah were sitting.

"Percy? Come here." She ordered.

I moved quickly and found that Rebekah had gone completely still except to her right hand. In front of her was a blank piece of paper that was just left there and on it, Rebekah was sketching something.

I looked at her and noticed her eyes were glassy and slightly unfocused, not good.

"Hey, Rebekah?" I asked as I waved my hand in front of her face. "You okay?" No response, her hand just continued to move and draw.

Five minutes went by and still no response. In the sixth minute, she was done with the drawing and set down the pencil. She tensed and then started to fall sideways, only being caught at the last second by me. I scooped her up and lay her on the couch, Annabeth a couple inches behind me carrying the drawing.

Once our friend was comfortable, we turned our attention to the paper clutched in my girlfriend's hand.

We were shocked at what we saw. The creature depicted was roughly humanoid with four arms and white eyes. Even though it was only a picture, malice sparkled behind the eyes. The skin looked to be gray and rough and in the creature's mouth were sharp, pointed teeth. Overall, not very pleasant.

I turned to Annabeth. "Have you seen anything like this?" I asked her.

She shook her head. "No, but whatever it is, it's not good."

Obviously. I looked at the image again and eyes seemed to bore right into my soul and seemed to tell me everything I knew would fall.