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Chapter 10

~Annabeth's P.O.V~

It had been a week. A week of consistent searching. A week of unknowing. A week of worrying and hair pulling. An entire week. And there was absolutely nothing Annabeth could do about it.

She sat at her desk, fingers twiddling a pen around, and eyes staring at the dark wood, brain racing. Her eyes were heavy, sleep not coming easily to her. Her hair was thrown in a messy ponytail, the natural curls falling flat from neglect. She felt tired. Her head throbbed with scenarios that could happen, worry and fear flooding her insides while she kept on a static mask, body consistently rigid and tight. She was growing worried. What happened to him? Who had him? Was he ok? Where was Percy?

After Percy left, when he went off to do his job, they waited. And waited. For hours the three mingled with others and spoke amongst themselves, growing more and more impatient about what happened to him. Annabeth felt her heart sky rocket the entire time Percy was gone, nerves laughing and hitting her brain, body tense and uneven. She stayed like that when she had to leave, muscle aching from their uptight strain, and she moved like that ever since he didn't show up at the hide out later that night.

She hadn't relaxed, not one bit.

She and Thalia sent search parties to the worst parts of New York, looking for hide out Percy might have been taken to. They spent hours looking, no luck found them. Silena had stopped reassuring Annabeth Percy'd be fine after two days, and Thalia stopped after day six. They were reaching their last hopes and all they could do was wait. The one thing Annabeth absolutely hated doing.

The three; Thalia, Nico, and Annabeth, decided to rest after their long day, all like zombies, and they unconsciously moved to Annabeth's office, finding it to be a safe haven from the rest of the world. It always had been. The dark walls and familiar furniture gave an air of comfort, that being what they needed. The tension refused to leave Annabeth's body, but her heart calmed in its own sense.

"Annie."

The blonde's grey eyes wearily moved to the corner chair, gaze falling on the Gothic couple. Thalia's legs were against her chest, Nico's body close to hers, his right arm draped over her shoulders. Blue and black eyes watched the exhausted blonde, both worried, and Thalia's words were cautious yet caring.

"How long has it been since you slept? Truly slept?"

The question came at a slight surprise to Annabeth, the girl having to pause and think about it for a moment. How long had it been? Two days? Three? Four were even possible, but she doubted it. She would've been loopy at four, but she wasn't sure if she was truly sane at that moment.

Annabeth shrugged, pen slipping from her fingers and hitting the desk with a light thud.

"Couldn't tell you," she began, elbows hitting the desk and hand running over her face, "Two or three days, maybe four. Sleep hasn't been very easy lately." Her admission was weak and tired, but it slipped out none the less. The weights were digging into her shoulders and she was drained, it becoming too much to bare. The world grew a bit heavier with Percy gone, and Annabeth knew it was taking a toll on her.

Nico shifted, leaving Thalia, and slowly approaching Annabeth, squatting down, turning her body to face him and taking her hand into his. His dark eyes glimmered with sadness, the squeeze around her fingers warm and comforting. Annabeth's heart dropped a bit more, the tears brimming her eyes but not slipping over.

"We'll find him Annabeth. I can promise you that. But you need to sleep. P-…. Percy needs you to sleep." He stated hesitantly, eyes trained on her, "You're exhausted and off your game. You can't help him if you're this tired. Your emotions are off the charts and you're just tired. Please… just try and get some rest." The boy's face expressed true care and a single tear slipped, Annabeth's head nodding in agreement and her hand swatted the salty drop off of her cheek. She could feel the burden pushing her down and she didn't want to fight anymore. She was tired.

She stood slowly, Nico guiding her gently, and the blonde glanced back at her chair. Her leader mask was gone and she didn't understand why. Percy had affected her so much she found it kind of sad, but uncontrollable at the same time. She missed her Seaweed Brain. That's all there was to it. He brought her happiness she didn't think she'd feel again since Luke, and now that happiness was gone. She had to find it. She had to. He was becoming her backbone, and she wasn't ready to lose him.

Her office door closed with a gentile click, Nico and Thalia on either side of her, and Annabeth's eyed fell into the carpet, the voice in her head strong and confident while her body struggled to walk, her body begging for rest.

I'll find you Seaweed Brain. I promise. I won't give up, I'll find you. Just hold on.

~~~~Break~~~~~~~~

~Percy's P.O.V~

The first thing Percy recalled was the awful thumping feeling in the back of his head, it a steady drum beat of pain. It throbbed and groaned, warmth flowing into his skull from the spot. He had a guess that was where he was hit, the baseball bat or whatever doing a good amount of damage, and Percy squeezed his already closed eyes shut even tighter.

His hands were sore, wrists bound by rope. His legs were numb and useless, body propped up in a sitting position. His arms were freezing, a drafty chill running across his sensitive skin, and Percy realized he was sleeveless. Someone either took his coat and button down shirt or cut the sleeves, Percy having a hunch it was the latter option. His arms, besides freezing and wanting some kind of warmth, were restricted by rope and had random spots of stickiness, dried blood staining his skin. His face was tired, jaw sore and neck weak. His eyes, under some kind of blind fold, were excruciating, the orbs wanting nothing more than to fall off and run away. Percy groaned, the sound of his broken and crocked voice scaring him, and he turned, trying to see under the blind fold. Where was he?

SMACK.

The smack to the face Percy received from the hand was hard and loud, the crack echoing in his ears. The wind shot from Percy's body, his legs moving up in pain, his body trying to recoil in a fetal position with no luck because of the ropes. His cheek stung and burned, a fire growing under his skin and stretching up to his already sore eyes. He shifted more, a warm, heavy liquid flowing down his palms. The movement was causing the ropes to stab into his wrists, the feeling unknown to Percy's arms since they were solidly numbed. But he was hurting himself none the less. He couldn't change that.

Another hand connected with his gut, the hit almost cracking something, stars dancing in Percy's eyes. A light dripping sound entered the air; Percy's wheezed breathing accompanied by the slow and paced drips hitting the floor. He counted the drops, one by one, and he tried not to cry out, his entire form in agony, tears threatening to brim in his eyes. He just wanted to know where he was. Who had him? Why him? What was he going to do? Was Annabeth safe?

The jerk of the blindfold and flash of light pierced Percy's eyes, his body retreating back in its chair, eyes squinting. The light above him, swinging a tad in a clockwise motion, was bright and painful, Percy's eyes not use to such a bright light. It looked like the light to a ware house or investigation room, it big and flooding. Percy's eyes stung more, groaning as they adjusted. He blinked a few times, the pain rushing through his blood and veins, and he took in his basic surrounding, body feeling low on energy, the beatings ripping it from him.

Like he guessed, he was in a warehouse. He was tied to a basic wooden chair, rope on his wrists, arms, and legs, and he almost winced when looking at his body. He had blood on his arms, splatter here and there, and bruises covered the skin's surface. His suit was torn, that not really mattering much to Percy, but the cool draft from around the warehouse was entering his clothing and stinging all cuts, the constant pain not helping Percy's condition at all.

Another thing Percy noticed was he wasn't alone. Three, possibly four, figures stood near him, two bigger than the others, and they all watched him, the bright light hiding them from view. One of the big figures punched his gut again, the wind stolen from Percy's lung for a second time, and he coughed, a drop or two of blood leaving his lips. Why was this happening? What did they want?

"I think that's enough for now." The voice of the middle shadow commanding, stepping forward. Polished shoes and dress pants hit the light first, and even before the scar and blonde hair came to sight, Percy knew who it was.

Luke stood in front of Percy, hands behind his back like a true boss and eyes directed straight on Percy. His expression was a mirror of a snake ready to attack, the venom flowing through his entire body. He circled Percy carefully and diligently, figure posh and perfect. Not a thing was out of place for him, the rich boy air almost suffocating Percy, and Luke's demeanor told Percy he was in charge, thought it didn't intimidate Percy at all. Luke was a traitor and a horrible guy in general. Why would Percy be scared of him?

Luke stopped his slow pacing and stared at Percy, his words sharp and precise, clear to catch even with Percy's damaged and ringing ears.

"Well aren't you beautiful," the boy's sarcasm was not welcomed by Percy, a snarl hitting the raven haired boy's face, "You're really going to be a help to me you know."

Grit sparked in Percy, defiance flaring inside of him.

"Wha-" he had to pause, air still hard to take in, "What makes you think I'll help you, you pathetic snake?" Percy spat, leaning towards Luke as he squinted at him, the light still sore to look at.

Luke's laugh was smooth yet cold, one hand rubbing the bottom of his chin as he spoke, "Because Percy, you have information I need, and I have information you wish I didn't have."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" Percy challenged, body leaning back as best it could in the chair, eyes fighting Luke's.

"Well… for starters, we wouldn't want an attack on your London Revolution base, now would we?" The blonde replied, eye brow moving up in question.

Percy's face drained off all blood, realization flooding his still aching brain. Luke knew about the London base, he must have known about all of the bases. That's how Barcelona was attacked and Paris right after it. Luke was one step ahead of them the entire time, and they didn't even know. It wouldn't have mattered if Percy was in the inside, Luke would've taken him down none the less. Percy was at a loss for words for a moment, eyes grazing over the floor then slowly circling up towards Luke. His mouth was slightly open, body deflated.

"You knew?"

"Of course I knew. I always knew. The revolution isn't the only one who can have a spy inside of enemy lines."

The words slapped Percy, eyes brows coming together, "Who did you send?"

"I'll let her introduce herself."

The two bigger figures pushed the fourth one, the one Percy almost couldn't make out, into the light, and Percy's heart froze, it dropping down to his toes and shattering against the floor.

Silena stood next to Luke, eyes trying hard not to look at Percy and arms crossed over each other, spirit broken. She looked defeated, eyes sad. Her face was slightly flush, Percy guessed from crying, and she shook her head slowly, eyes closing in embarrassment. She was one of the closest people to Annabeth, and she was a spy. She had lied to them the entire time. She lied to them. She relayed absolutely everything she heard to Luke, all the plans running by her as well as the others, and Luke got first hand updates and news, everything working in his favor. That's why he looked at Percy how he did when Percy first saw him. Luke knew Percy was there to spy on Ronos. Luke let Ronos know and their entire plan was spoiled before it even started. They stood no chance. The broken feeling swarmed Percy's heart and betrayal poisoned his blood, his head shaking a bit in disbelief.

"It… it can't be true." Percy questioned, sea-green eyes trying to connect with Silena's, the girl refusing, arms wrapping around herself tighter.

"Percy I'm sor-"

"Don't apologize my girl," Luke interrupted, hand touching her shoulder, a winning smirk plastered on his face, "You've done the right thing for the winning team. Ronos will reward you greatly."

Percy's attention went from the girl to Luke, his attention pulled.

"So Ronos knows about everything?"

"Of course he does, why do you think you're currently losing so badly? He knew about everything and now you just have to tell him one thing before he completely takes over. It'll be over much quicker if you cooperate." Luke practically teased, his voice leaking arrogance and it possessed an almost underline pity, his smugness hiding it well.

Percy's body tensed, fighting the ropes once again.

"I'll never tell him anything!"

The chuckle that left Luke's lips was smooth and knowing, his head shaking a tad. He turned his back to Percy, voice thrown over his shoulder.

"Think about it Jackson, right now I have a call to a certain blonde, who I know has missed me, to make. I'll let the twins persuade you a bit more."

Luke sauntered off, Silena with him, his hand almost pulled her with him, and Percy watched them go, body growing weak. The hits from the twins came fast and quick, each one driving into Percy's body. He was growing tired, his eyes closing and body growing limp, the hits starting to hurt less and less as he slipped into unconsciousness. The hit to his temple was the delivering blow, it causing the black out, and one last thought slipped into Percy's dark thoughts before a wave of nothingness crashed into him.

Be smart Wise Girl.

A/N: And there SO SO SO SO SORRY if it sucks I really did try and homework is frying my brain so idk if I'm a good writer anymore. AGAIN, forgive me. I love all my reviewers, readers, likers, and followers! REVIEW ME YOUR FAVORITE PART! I know it's not long, but I'm so tired and swamped I had to cut it short. So sorry babies! 3