A/N: Please don't hate me… I love you all I've been drowning in work and I've just had no time to do this at all. I took my ENTIRE Saturday to do this for you all, and now I need to catch up on work… :/ Wish me luck. I hope you all like this. And to all of you who don't review, I'd reeeeealy love it if you did! It would make my day 3 anyway R and R.

Chapter 11

~Annabeth's P.O.V~

"I'll be back soon, Wise Girl, I promise."

Annabeth watched Percy's smiling face, a smile leaking onto her own. His raven hair blew lightly in the wind and his eyes were warm, hand holding hers. He watched her happily, the two standing on the roof of the revolution building, the evening growing darker and darker. They were alone at last, worry not hitting either of them. An odd peace fell over Annabeth's body and she leaned into Percy, his body solid and warm. She couldn't be happier. The breeze brushed over her skin, the warmth gentile and smooth.

"How long are you going to be gone Percy?" She questioned, his smell of the sea filling her nose. She stayed close to him, his fingers moving through the back of her hair, and his breath trickled over her neck.

He sighed, shaking his head.

"Not too sure Annie, but I know I'll be back. Just don't give up on me alright?"

The chuckle left her throat, the blonde pulling back and grey mixing with sea-green.

"I would never give up on you."

The smile grew a tad on his face, his lips grazing her forehead. His hands went around her waist and the warmth buzzed in Annabeth's chest, her own arms hanging calmly around his neck.

"Good… now come find me."

His fingers slipped from her waist and left her, his footsteps falling back. Confusion crossed Annabeth's face as she watched Percy, his body growing farther and farther away from her. He was reaching the edge.

"Percy?" She called out, reaching a hand to him, her feet stuck. Percy's eyes locked with hers, feet continuing to move.

Annabeth struggled and jerked her body, it stuck to the roof's ground like melted rubber to concrete. She started to panic. The sun dipped lower and lower in the sky as Percy continued to walk. He was right on the edge.

"Time's up Annabeth."

Luke's voice moved from Percy's lips as the boy took a step back, Annabeth's heart ceasing it's beating. A scream ripped from Annabeth's throat, Percy's foot falling with his body from the brick ground.

He fell.

BRIIIIING!

Annabeth shot awake, beads of sweat gathered at the top of her forehead. Her heartbeat slammed into the vein on her neck and swarmed her thoughts, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. It was a dream… only a dream. The words rang out in her ears as they clawed at her heart, her breath shallow and tight. Dream… only a dream.

BRIIIIING!

The loud noise came from her left, her head snapping in its direction. Her little cell phone jumped and shook on her nightstand, someone calling her. Her clock read two in the morning, the call most likely being important. There was no reason someone would call her that early in the morning unless it was urgent.

Her hand fumbled with the phone, the bright light causing her to become slightly blind, and she hit the small green answer button, blinking the spots from her eyes.

"Hello?" her voice was groggy and tired, the sleep and alarm still hitting her.

"Well good morning sunshine, don't you sound lovely."

Annabeth's entire body stiffened, one or two blonde curls falling into her face, and her eyes widened, all sleepiness wiped from her brain. Her heart continued its quick pace, blood draining from Annabeth's tan features.

"How dare you call me." She spat, hand gripping around her phone.

Luke's laugh slithered through the phone and into her ear, the noise running up her spine. Her nerves gritted together in a tight manor, body rigid and about to explode. What gave him the right to call her? How dare he? He was nothing but a traitor and a liar. Luke would never deserve the right to call her. Not anytime soon.

"That's no way to address your friend now is it?" Luke mocked, voice cocky and tight.

"You're not my friend."

"Oh but I may be very soon."

His words stopped any movement from Annabeth, her brain stopping in its tracks. What did he mean by that? What did he do with Percy?

"What did you do?"

"Don't you mean what will I do? Because, my dear Annie, I've only begun." Luke's voice carried a smirk, Annabeth's insides freezing and boiling at the same time.

Luke was twisted, and Annabeth knew that.

While he was still on their side, they had once run into some complications with Ronos's men. That was Ronos's first attempt on moving his troops. He wanted to start his military take over earlier in the game, but Luke wouldn't let that happen. He had spoken with Annabeth and Thalia about attacking and retaliating, but neither of the girls agreed with his plan. He wanted to send groups of troops to Ronos's base and wipe them out, not letting any of them go. He wanted a red revenge and he wanted at that moment, the fire blazing inside of him. Annabeth and Thalia grew worried about him, the plan setting them on edge.

The only problem was, he ignored them and went with it anyway. He rallied the troops and sent them out, the blood thirsty Rebels eager to gain some ground. Hundreds were killed. The building was burned and the families with them taken as well. It was a full out massacre that left Annabeth with a numb feeling in her stomach. Luke saw it as a great opportunity to show Ronos their power, but the girls saw it different. It was a test of morality, and Luke failed it.

When the troops came back, Luke with them as their valiant leader, there was a clash of the leaders. Annabeth and Thalia ganged up against the boy and questioned him, his loyalty questioned as well. They weren't destined to kill and prove power by blood. They were a revolution to stop pain and to stop unfairness. Luke's ideas… they were barbaric.

Annabeth never truly trusted him after that, and she defiantly lost full trust in him after he betrayed them. Luke's mind had always had a dark center, ever since childhood. The revolution let him set it out, but that didn't make it any less scary. Annabeth knew he'd keep his threat if he made one, and she wasn't going to give him the chance to do that.

"What do you want Luke?" Annabeth wondered, her voice hiding the shaky and uneasy feeling she had inside. She was on thin ice, and she was wearing bricks on her feet.

"I have a proposition for ya Annie."

"Annabeth, and what could you possibly want from us?" Annabeth's voice was flat and neutral, her body finally moving.

She pushed the small red button on her nightstand, the little light signally an alarm. It reached out to the two people she needed at the moment, her need for them spiking as she spoke to Luke.

Thalia and Nico.

"Wh… What's the proposition?" She questioned, eyes trained on the door parallel to her bed.

At that moment, the two Goths ran into the room, gun drawn and sword ready. They were still in their pajamas so the sight was slightly amusing, but Annabeth appreciated their rush none the less.

Thalia had come in first, eyes moving all around and muscles tense. Her pajama pants were a black and purple plaid, her feet bare, and her shirt a simple white t-shirt that hung off of her body. Annabeth knew it was Nico's shirt, the two sleeping together not a shock to anyone in the Revolution, and the girl's dark hair was thrown up into a sleepy ponytail.

Nico wore no shirt and his own black pajama pants, the silk cloth covering his pale skin. His hair was bed ridden and messy, skin pale and sight frantic. His breath, along with Thalia's, was slightly heavy, and the anxiety was written on his face. Annabeth never rang her own alarm. She was always able to take care of herself, so the fact she actually needed their help and called them there, well the two didn't waste any time.

Thalia stiffened and lowered her sword, eyes locked on Annabeth. The looks passed between the girls clarified her suspicion, and Annabeth saw the light click on in her brain. She knew who Annabeth was on the phone with, and even why. The Goth touched her boyfriend's shoulder and gave him a link into the silent message, the boy's body growing confused then stiff, his obsidian eyes shifting to Annabeth. The two moved closer to the girl with the phone, Annabeth's brain moving back to the conversation as Luke's voice filled her thoughts once again.

"Here's what I'll do, just for you." Luke started, tease lacing every word, "Since I have your little boyfriend, I'll cut you a deal. Since my mole doesn't know the exact address of the London base, you're going to tell me. You'll tell me everything I ask for, and I'll let Percy go with… well with only some damage."

"And if I don't tell you?" Annabeth dare ask, she heart jumping to her throat as the panic settled into her brain. The pain rocked her heart at the thought of losing Percy, but she wanted to know what he'd do if she didn't listen to him.

The chuckle was low and solid, it dancing over Annabeth's spine.

"You wouldn't want to do that. Your boy toy just may suffer the consequences. You know I'm a jealous man, and just because I brought him to our place doesn't mean I'll go an easier on him. You have an hour to decide if you'll agree to my terms. Give Thalia my love would you? I miss you both terribly."

The sarcasm stabbed her heart and slapped her in the face, the beep of the hung up receiver the last thing she heard. He was playing with her, but he had made a mistake. There was only one place that was theirs, and Annabeth knew exactly where he was keeping Percy.

Her grey eyes shifted from the bed sheets to Thalia, the girls staring straight at one another. The phone slipped from Annabeth's ear as she looked at the girl, eye determined and focused. She couldn't go and get him herself… but was confident that Thalia could.

"What's going on Annie?" Thalia asked, body curious and focused on their blond leader, Nico ready right beside her.

"He's at our spot, the warehouse at the docks. Please… go." Annabeth's eyes twirled and laced with Thalia's, the emotions raw and pleading, the girl needing no other words to be convinced.

Thalia nodded at the simple words, a smirk spreading on her face.

"I'd be happy to."

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

~Percy's P.O.V~

Percy had woken up an hour or two after his awful beating, his eyes heavy and body weak. He was moved from a chair to a pillar on the floor, the entire warehouse empty except for a few things.

A room with a small light was off in the corner of the building, Luke's office being the only real place in the warehouse. There was a side door jutting out from the brick walls, Percy guessing it being a bathroom judging by the twin guards' many trips to it, and a single table was perched in the middle of the large opening. The floor was a solid concrete, Percy's body cold against it. His hands were bound to the pillar which bent his back in uncomfortable manor, and he sat with his eyes to the floor, breaths even and shallow. The beatings had stopped for about an hour, Percy's body aching and groaning in pain, and he finally felt the last wounds clotting over. He hadn't seen Silena anywhere, the girl not coming to see him after her reveal of being a mole, but he didn't really care either.

He knew there had to be a reason for her double agent act; she wouldn't just give up on them that easily. She was a fighter and more loyal than anyone he'd ever met. Percy just wished he'd known what it was. What caused her to betray them? Why had she done it? Percy didn't hold a grudge against her, even if the sting of betrayal was still there. He was more curious than anything. What was the one thing that Silena held higher above their entire group? He knew she didn't do this on her own will, the yelling match between her and Luke a few hours ago showing her resistance, but she couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried.

"Hey you!"

Percy's head turned slowly, his dulling eyes focusing on the table.

The two guards sat at the table, hands gripping onto cards and sipping on some curious looking drinks. They were both very unattractive, the two unfortunately sharing an identical quality. They looked like they hadn't showered in a week and their smiles were ghastly, their eyes beady and focused on Percy.

"I think it's time to give you another beating," The first twin snarled, voice rough and gnarly. He dropped the cards on the table and stood, the other twin following suit as he giggled to himself. Knuckles cracked as their feet pounded on the floor, both heading towards Percy.

The panic didn't even rise in Percy, his resistance starting to crack. He didn't want to fight them anymore; it only caused him more pain. One twin was an idiot and the other ugly enough to hurt Percy's eyes, but that didn't mean they couldn't hit him any less hard.

The smack caused a double take button on Percy's brain to engage, blinking the only form of response he could give. His body tilted to the side, the force shifting the angle of Percy, and he sting wrapped around his whole face, the twins both laughing now.

"What's wrong, huh? Done fighting are we?" The first twin joked, the other laughing like a mad idiot next to his brother. Another hand slapped Percy back into stance, the shadowing fist causing a cough of blood to drip from Percy's lips. He felt like he was going to be sick.

"Who's the strong one now?" The laughing brother cackled, hands on his stomach. Their teeth were showing brightly, the brightly actually the yellow glow of their crooked teeth. Their smiles were nasty and laced with food, and Percy bit back a groan just from looking at them.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the laughing brother stopped, and gasp cutting off the laughter.

Percy glanced up and saw the arrow from his chest, the black colored feathers sticking out from his chest. The small trickle of blood stained his beer stained shirt, the man's face stuck in pure shock, and Percy's eyes turned to see what had actually stopped all the 'fun' they were having.

"I would say I'm pretty strong."

Thalia stood at the entrance of the warehouse, a few others standing behind her, weapons ready. The bow shimmered in her grip, her face filled with anger and a fire that made Percy glad she was on his side. Her quiver was stock full and ready to fire, her eyes focused on the twin guards. The others started filling in the building, the noise and ruckus causing Luke's other minions flooding the space. Weapons were fired and people were facing each other in a hot battle. In simple words, hell broke loose.

Thalia shot another three arrows and the laughing twin hit the ground, blood pooling around his fat body. Nico ran out from behind the girl and grabbed the second twin's attention, blade twirling and the boy's body sizing up horribly to the giant like figure. The fight raddled on, Percy's vision fading. They found him… they finally found him. He had no idea how long he had been captured, but the relief of being found was staring to settle in. His body was giving up, more in a coma and resting manor than a dyeing manor. Someone else was there to take the pain, someone else would take the hurt. Percy was finally able to stop fighting and rest, relief flooding him in numbing waves.

His body started falling when someone caught him, his head hitting the shoulder of someone else.

"Oh no no no don't do this to me Seaweed Brain," Thalia grunted, holding him up against her weight, "Hold on for a bit longer Perce. Let's get you home." The girl's arms wrapped around his waist, the unconscious numbness falling over him in a warm manor.

"I-I…" The words were falling out of his mouth, his eye lids heavy and the world spinning around them.

They had stood up, Percy's feet dragging more than walking, and the noise buzzed all around him. Gun shots, the clang of swords, and the cries of pain filled the room like a heavy air, people moving all over and fighting for their lives. And this wasn't even a big battle.

Percy felt his weight become even, another person grabbing his limp side. Nico, forehead bleeding and face tired, held him up along with Thalia, the three of them heading to the door.

"Come on! Let's go!" Thalia barked, her words actually carrying over all the noise of the fight. Some movement stopped while other continued, Percy's brain not really grabbing it all.

His vision swam and his body was growing numb, hit head getting heavier and heavier. Thalia and Nico were pulling his body along, one or two wounds screaming at the strain before being silenced by the numb, and Percy sunk, going limp.

"We have to… and we… understand?" Thalia spoke to Nico, her words fading in and out of Percy's ears. Everything was growing dark but Percy didn't really mind. He was safe, and he was with people who he trusted again. Percy let the feeling slide over him and wash him away, thoughts of a nice warm bed and Annabeth caressing his mind, the pain finally going away

A/N: Ok so there it is SORRY IF IT SUCKS! I seriously did try and this was a spring out of a rut. I was having writer's block for the longest time and I just broke it. Sorry, sorry, sorry. I love you all and I hope you ALL REVIEW and enjoyed it PLEASE TEL ME YOUR FAVORITE PARTS! :3 3