This chapter is shorter than the other ones because it is more of an informative one, just to help with everything that will happen in the future. Some things are revealed and some are still hidden, but in the end, everything will come to light.

There will be a very long note at the bottom, so please take your time to read it.

"I've been thinking lately." Annabeth said in a calm voice, to Percy, surprisingly. There was no cigaret in her hand and no Piper around.

"Yes?" Percy replied cautiously.

"I can give you a list, verbally, of what I can tell you and what I cannot." She offered, surprising Percy the second time in this passed minute.

"Okay." Was the only word that he could utter, because he had been dreaming of this moment for a long time. "What do you want from me in return then?"

"Nothing." Strike three.

"What?" He stuttered, the respond was giving him creeps. It was impossible for him to get something from her without offering something back, it didn't feel right.

"I'm serious. Will you accept it before I change my mind?" Her voice was calm and collected, although it was still that raspy scratchy voice, but something with her tone of voice still soothed him.

The last time he came to talk to her, he crossed the line and she left, but this time, she was offering to tell him what would be considered as offensive to her before. He nodded, that was the only gesture he could think of.

"Anything I see fit." She announced once she acknowledged his response.

"What?" He was confused, thinking that she'd actually give him a list.

"There, my list, I've given you already." She smirked at the dumbfounded face of the Hollywood director.

"Okay." He nodded, accepting defeat. "Okay, fine. If that's all you're going to tell me." Reaching in his inner pocket, he pulled out a small glass bottle of beverage.

"Gin?" She recognized the bottle immediately, it was the kind that her parents had in their bedrooms all the time. It was almost like something they couldn't live without at home.

"Yep." He handed it to her. "From your birthday."

"Huh?" She questioned, completely caught off guard by his declaration. "What did you just say?" Not believing what she might be hearing, she requested to hear it again.

"It was from your birthday, a gift from your parents."

"How'd you know and get ahold of it?"

"She gave it to me, with your father present as well."

"What for?" She knew that what he meant was that her parents threatened him to accept it, but she wanted to know why.

"They said nothing, because they walked into my house and placed it in my safe then left without a word. With your father present, I am more concerned with my life than what was inside my safe."

Annabeth pondered, examining the bottle closely for a possible clue, but it was just like all other bottles that she had seen in her house. She had absolutely no idea, nothing had clicked in her mind. She overheard everything her parents talked about, but nothing just seemed to surface when this glass bottle showed up.

"Have you opened it before?"

The only odd was that this bottle was heavier in weight than she remembered, though her memory may be too fuzzy to be accurate. Dismissing that thought, she waited for his answer.

He shook his head, mouthing the word 'nope' as he did so.

"Did they tell you anything else?"

He repeated the same gesture.

"Why are you telling me this now?"

"I just remembered it and I'm only giving it back. I thought you'd want to have it." He shrugged, really not seeing the seriousness of all this mystery. Then again, he had no idea what her parents really do.

"You should be giving this to me on my birthday to spare you everything." She sighed, unscrewing the cap slowly and carefully after shaking it near her ear. Even though she had already had a good guess of what might be inside, she still had to make sure of it.

"Spare me what?" He raised an eyebrow, truly confused.

"The unnecessary consequences you might face." She informed, still focusing on the bottle in her hand. "Anything else associated with my family?" She asked, glancing at him as she lifted up one side of the cap, enough for her to sniff the liquid contained.

"Not that I can think of." He eyed her every movement, but didn't question the reason behind any of those. "Do you know?"

She shrugged, not intending to answer his question nor tell him about what was inside.

"Then this should be your last visit." She ordered, feeling the necessity to cut him off with her. "Forget about this film you're going to make about me, or just find Piper for the information you're going to need for this film about prison. I'm sorry I can't help you." She said, screwing the top back tightly and secured it, checking it thoroughly before clipping it between her waistband and her skin. "You should go." She suggested forcibly.

"Give me one good reason to do so." He found her actions odd and he was even more confused.

"I can't help you." She looked into his eyes, for this rare occasion, she held her stare. "I can guide you to people that you'll need in order for you to be successful in that movie and to be accurate enough to fool the audience, but I'm not the one." She stared back at him, not giving out anything from her eyes.

Annabeth's routine had been interrupted by all the visits, starting from Percy's. Luke was a regular visitor, but the information he had been feeding her was not what she had expected. Then there was Jason and Piper. She knew she had to make up for her actions for when she was young, but she also didn't want to cut off Piper completely, because even if she wouldn't admit it to anyone, she still liked her.

"Go to Piper and Jason, they can tell you everything you'll need." Her voice was certain and determined.

"Okay. If you insist." He sighed dejectedly, standing up and starting to make his way out of the dark corner that they had been chatting in the past several times.

"Wait," she called before he disappeared completely. "How much do you know about me?"

"Enough." Was all he said before he vanished around the corner, behind the wall with a smirk evident on his face.

A smile appeared on her face uncontrollably, "enough," she repeated the word, letting it roll off her tongue smoothly. "Percy Jackson." She laughed wholeheartedly to herself, then lit up a cigaret from the pack that he left her. "You have no idea how much I know about you."

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Annabeth was in prison for a charge that was never announced; she didn't have a trial and she was stripped from any of the rights that a prisoner or a criminal should have. Her case was so special and abnormal that the head of judicial system questioned about it. However, no matter how corrupted her case had been shown, her sentence was never allowed to be changed and everything that had been done was ordered to remain as it was. What everyone knew was the fact that she was the daughter of two infamous most wanted criminals in the entire country, and she was most likely paying for them to satisfy the protesters and victims of her parents'.

Percy had been gone for several months now.

The last time they talked was still in winter, and now it was already warm enough for her to wear a thin fabric outdoor.

Piper had left. She had been released just a week ago.

"Hey," Annabeth said, approaching Piper who was packing her stuff. Her bed emptied, a set of chess on the night stand. She turned around and sat on edge of her cleared bed, patting the side inviting Annabeth to have a seat.

"You didn't talk to me for a very long time, why now?" Piper asked, her tone sounded accusing, but her eyes showed hurt.

"I'm sorry." Annabeth apologized, and it was the first apology she said that she actually meant. "I really am, I didn't mean to do that. There's just a lot happening. I'm sure Jason told you something about me."

"Not much though, he said he wasn't allowed to say it, something about he promised you." She huffed, clearly unhappy.

"Piper," Annabeth placed a hand on the brunette's knee. "What he knows is the past, don't dwell on it, it won't do you any good if you know about them. You are happy with him and you are now free, stop thinking about me and my past with him, focus on your future with him. He won't tell you because he promised me not to, but that doesn't mean he doesn't trust you." That was the most sentimental thing she had ever said to anyone, yet she felt right saying it to Piper. "I truly valued you as my friend, but I need you to promise me one thing."

She nodded.

"Say it." Annabeth asked gently, although her voice still commanding.

"I promise."

"Okay, swear to me that you will forget me and never try to contact me once you're out of here." Annabeth looked at her directly in the eyes, the stern look made Piper look away. "Look at me and swear it Piper."

"Why is this so important? What harm can it have if I visit you in the future?" She cried.

"That's something I don't want you to ever understand, Piper." Annabeth's voice remained the same. "Just swear it to me."

"I swear I will do what I'm told."

"Good." Annabeth looked satisfied, she stood up, reached for the chess board and the pieces. "Keep them if you want to, I made them myself." She placed in it on her bed and left without another word.

Piper gaped at her back, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't say anything, not because she didn't want to, but because she didn't know what to say.

Stuffing the gift in to her rucksack, she shouldered it and headed towards the entrance where Jason was waiting for her with a car. The outside world didn't change much, at least to her, it was still somewhat similar to the one that she left behind two years ago.

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There was no love in Annabeth's family, but that wasn't entirely true. She had two loving grandparents that had died when she was very little. Even though her memories of them were fading, but they were still there in her heart somewhere.

Upon Piper's departure, an old wound had been ripped open once again.

The next three years was spent like old times. Fucking the guards and smuggling things in. She was still that same influential Crime Lord, but she was constantly reminded of the people that she cared about that had been teared away from her.

First it was her grandparents, then it was Bianca, now it was Piper; apart from them, there were another group of people that she felt responsible for. Luke, Percy and Jason.

Her grandparents loved her, but they died early, leaving a small indelible mark. When Bianca arrived, that mark seemed to have been forgotten, but what happened to Bianca only made the mark cut deeper in Annabeth. Piper's stay was the shortest, however, it was during her stay that made Annabeth realize how important she might be in all the events.

Bianca was scapegoated, just like her. However, unlike her, Bianca was inexperienced and innocent. She had no idea what she was in for and she was lost. Annabeth took her in, because something in her told her that there was someone out there who wanted Bianca dead.

Even till this day, Annabeth still had not yet solve the Bianca mystery. Nonetheless, it didn't stop her from thinking back to the time with her.

Just a year after she got in to prison and recently secured her place in the cell, Bianca joined her. The nineteen year-old Annabeth was still ambitious and enthusiastic, her energy from high school was still not yet diminished. From all the years of survival in the black market and the dangerous criminal world, she relied on her gut intuition more than anything, and this time, something in her gut told her to watch out for this newbie. She made this her mission.

She had an idea on everyone's background, and was almost certain of everyone's releasing time. Knowing that the mole in prison would be someone that would be bailed out soon, she narrowed down to a list of suspects, but never got around to who.

Annabeth was so in to this mission that she assigned herself, she even asked Bianca whether or not she was allergic to anything, but the answer she got was none.

"No, not that I could think of. Why?" Bianca replied, still in her gentle kind voice.

Annabeth could remember that she would always tell her.

"You're nice, way too nice, Bianca." Though Annabeth didn't know if it was a compliment or that she envied it, or perhaps a warning, but it was something that she constantly tell her.

Whenever she said that to B, her reply would always be the same, with the same smile. "You think so?" The same shy, nervous laugh would escape her lips.

Thinking back from hindsight, Annabeth missed her. She was totally different than Piper, but she somehow valued her the same as she did to Piper.

Annabeth was only a year older than Bianca, but she had been through a lot more than she had. With all the poison that she had swallowed since she was a toddler, Annabeth found out that she had a great immune system, especially when it comes to drugs and poisons.

To prevent people from hearing them, she would always bring Bianca out on the field when she asked her about herself, and anything that might cause her death directly or indirectly. Annabeth had even checked her food before she ate them. With her knowledge on chemicals, drugs and poisons, Annabeth was confident that she would prevent Bianca been poisoned.

In order to protect her fully, Annabeth never explained to her of her overprotective behavior. Bianca was always this patient and nice girl, but one day, she was vexed and irked for some reason, and left for lunch without Annabeth.

It was only a matter of minutes to take her life.

When Annabeth arrived the cafeteria and over to her, one look at her food and one sniff of her plate, she knew it was too late already.

"Bianca, stop!" She pushed the fork and the plate away from her. Bianca was already puking.

"What is happening?" Bianca choked in between fits of vomits. Annabeth held her hair, deep down she knew there was nothing she could do to save her, but she didn't know how to break the news to her.

As Bianca finished, Annabeth asked her how she was feeling, she said better, and Annabeth's fear had been confirmed.

"Come." She helped her up and led her to the medical room of the prison. Before they left, Annabeth took a good look at what Bianca puked out, she knew the poison was something along the lines of something as simple as some kind of detergent.

"How can you not taste it?" She muttered to herself, Bianca was too exhausted to register the mumble from Annabeth.

"Fuck off!" She yelled at the prisoner on duty in the medical center, rushing around, she forced Bianca to rinse her mouth with water, and finish the rest. Then she took out a tongue depressor, pressing down at the back of her throat, trying to make her vomit, because she hadn't been eating much and it shouldn't've reach her stomach just yet.

Just when she was about to succeed with making her vomit, she was been pried off.

"What the fuck are you doing?" A guard yelled in her ear, Annabeth tried to fight them off, but there were too many of them. Bianca was helplessly staring at her, her face turning white and the hand she had pressing down the back of her tongue was starting to feel numb and soft. The depressor slipped out of her hand, she slipped on to the floor, her head to one side.

"Someone just fucking do something." Annabeth yelled with the top of her lungs, because of all the noises and chaos in the room, no one was able to hear her and no one dared to move, because they have not seen that many guards at once before.

Enraged, Annabeth jumped out of their grasp and gave each and all of the guards a strike, just to take her anger out. Bianca was already unconscious beside them, but her body was still twitching and shaking. Annabeth couldn't do anything anymore to help her revive, so she knew she would be in the black room, might as well let her anger out before she goes into the room.

That incident wasn't her fault, but she failed her own mission, and that was what changed her.

Now that Piper was another Bianca to her, she only wished that Jason would be decent enough to look out for her outside of prison. She didn't want another Bianca incident. Now that Nico hated her because of his sister and Piper could be in potential danger because of her association with herself.

Perhaps letting Percy and Luke go was the right choice.

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Her parents' organization merged and was now in her hands with the help of Luke. Luke's job was to keep the organization running underground and keep their standing in the black market. It was running smoothly, and they haven't been caught many times.

But even if the legacy was still safe and sound, other things from her past started to stir, things that Luke wasn't able to help with.

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Percy, Jason and Luke were the three people that she felt responsible for, but all to different extent. She trusted Luke to be her ears and eyes in the merged associations and trusted Jason to keep Piper away from her, but Percy was a completely different story.

If Annabeth's criminal history started when she was in high school, then Luke and Jason were definitely accomplices. Jason would keep Piper out of everything and Annabeth would keep Jason out of everything to ensure the two a peaceful life. Luke was devoted to the organization and Annabeth was now in charge. Percy however, was never in the picture, until her parents dragged him in.

It was all about Gin.

Again, this story won't be as long, it's only mid-length, I don't know why I'm explaining it, but I just felt like I should remind you that this may be finished before you know it. I like writing long stories, but it's time consuming, so I have to cut it short and narrate one big event at a time. This will only be about ten (at the least) or so chapters.

For those who were there with me when I first started writing and posted Love You Goodbye (formerly known as Same Old Love) might remember that I've said something about rewriting it and reposting it under the former name, but it had been more than half a year and nothing came. Well, I do remember my promise and I do intend on keeping it, however, it's kind of hard to make myself write when I am blocked. For those who are waiting, please take this story as my redemption for failing you all. I will keep trying to make it up to you. After all, this story has a somewhat similar property than Love You Goodbye (or Same Old Love). This may not be as long as I intend it to be, or not even as long as Love You Goodbye (or Same Old Love), but I hope it will achieve the effect that I wish to reach in Love You Goodbye (or Same Old Love). I'm sure you have all forgotten about this previous story I'm talking about, so let's just forget about it and take this as new start. :) Please tell me if I'm starting to confuse you.

I know that my updates are not consistent so some of you may have to read the previous chapter in order to remind yourself of the plot of the story. I'm truly sorry about it, but I can't update faster because I've got other things to do other than this story. I know that I'm not providing enough information for all characters, but I also want to let loose each piece of information slowly. I will try my best to give as much as I can in detail.

Lastly, please stick to my profile page for general updates on my writing (or whatever) status.