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Chapter Twenty-Five - Carlos

He did not like the Chinese girl.

First, while waiting for Alyx to come back with food, five people just appeared in their room and grabbed them. Liam didn't go down without a fight, and neither than did he. The girl who grabbed him was strong, so he was pretty much a mouse to her. He squirmed even though his back screamed with pain, and even managed to elbow her in the nose, much to her displeasure. But they put rags over their noses and knocked them out, so he succumbed to unconsciousness.

And now he glared her down.

He sat on a chair beside Liam, who was unconscious still, tied with ropes. Thankfully, they hadn't located their weapons. He felt naked in front of them all. He counted eighteen, all of them glaring at them with cold stares.

Chiron sat in his wheelchair, looking older and sad. A map with red X's were on the table, a dagger jabbed into it.

"Alright, listen here, you little twerp." His heart broke a bit. Clarisse La Rue, his mom's old best friend, stared at him. Her hair was pulled in a ponytail, still choppy and she still had her headband that his mom used to gush about. Her skin was tan, a scar on her face. She wore a sleeveless Camp Half-Blood shirt, a black vest, jeans and combat boots. A ring was on her left ring finger, which surprised him.

Then the door opened and a god walked in.

Okay, over exaggeration, but seriously. He recognized him immediately, considering his parents talked about him nonstop when he was little. He was older, with windblown black hair and green eyes that were dark with sadness. He had bags under his eyes, and his tan skin looked like it lost shade. He sat down heavily in the chair in front of him, intertwining his hands and staring at him with a blank stare.

Awkwardly, he took in the others. He already knew who the woman and the other kids were, but there were five he didn't recognize. There was a tall buff man with Chinese features, short black hair and light skin. Next to him sat a pretty black girl with tight cinnamon curls, dark brown skin and beautiful gold eyes. She held a baby in her arms, patting her back gently. A man stood behind a beautiful dark skinned woman, the man having blond hair, blue eyes and light skin with a scar on his lip. His glasses gave off a glint. The woman had braided brown hair with a band like a Cherokee band, thin and with a feather hanging by her face. Her eyes shifted from color, but currently were on a light blue. A short thin man that looked like Leon stood next to the blond man, his hair in wild brown curls, amber eyes and dark skin with some grease on his face and clothes. He looked like he just came from working on a car.

He turned his eyes back to Percy's, who still stared at him blankly. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Tell me where my daughter is."

"Hm?"

"My daughter. Tell me where she is." He shrugged.

"I don't know who you are talking about." Percy's eyes narrowed.

"Alyx Jackson. Do you know who that is?" So his suspicions were true. He didn't really think about it at first when he met her in the park, but as soon as he saw Riptide, his worries and concerns grew. Not to mention the SPQR, trident and owl tattoos.

"Noooo…" He said. He spotted movement in the rafters, and flicked his eyes up. His heart leapt into his throat, his stomach churning. Alyx put her finger to her mouth, her mask and hood on, the only thing visible were her eyes and fingers. Her eyes were bright with the fire in the furnace, and reminded him almost like a cat.

The Chinese guy looked up to where he was looking, but Alyx was gone. He narrowed his eyes but turned his head back to him.

"Really?" Percy stood, glaring down at him.

"So, like, can you let us go? I answered all of your questions." His back was screaming in pain, and he felt like he was going to erupt in fire.

"No." He felt something grab onto the back of his shirt, and the next thing he knew he was on top of his bed in the hotel.

He heard a something unsheathe and his bonds snapping and sat up, watching Alyx cut Liam's with shaky hands, when was surprising. She put her dagger away, pulled off her mask and hood and collapsed onto the ground on her knees, panting. Liam sat up immediately, kneeling beside her and rubbing her back. He got up slowly, running over and hugging her tightly as she panted, tears in her eyes. She was sweating out of panic, and he gently stroked her hair in comfort.

"Breathe, breathe…" Liam said gently, making her try to obey.

"In my bag are paper bags, get one." He told Liam, who got up and ran over to his pack, digging through it before pulling one out and running back over, opening it and gently putting it to her mouth.

"Breathe." She obeyed, gripping Liam's wrist while she took breaths. Slowly, her trembling ceased and her body slumped against his, her breathing broken yet calmer. Liam slowly pulled the bag away, glancing at him with concern.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly. She sniffled, a tear falling down her cheek, her eyes pale.

"S-Sort of…" She hiccupped.

"What happened? You didn't come back for a while."

"I was kidnapped…" She wiped her face with her sleeve. "A guy… Um…" She swallowed, looking down.

"What?" Liam asked, tilting his head. He really hoped she was okay. If someone laid a finger on her, so help-

"I got my memory back…"

To Be Continued...

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