Chapter 2A/N: Yay! Chapter 2! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing but the plot and the "guards." I don't own the "high on NyQuil" joke. St. FangofBoredom does, and it's sorta turned into an inside joke with a friend, since I told her about St. FangofBoredom's story. Btw, go read her stories!
All I could do was watch as Annabeth, my Annabeth, was tortured by Morpheus, god of dreams.
Please, gods, let this torment end now.. I heard Annabeth's last thought as her scream died out, and my dream faded.
I shot up in bed, my breath coming in quick gasps as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I could still hear an echo of Annabeth's scream as she was tortured.
It can't be.. Not Annabeth...
I stumbled out of bed, struggling to pull my clothes on. Grabbing Riptide, I rushed out of the door, only to trip over the stone steps of the cabin. I fell flat on my face, sputtering as dirt fell into my open mouth.
"Blegh!" I shook my head, running to the forest where, I was pretty sure, Grover slept.
"Grover? Grover!" I called as quietly as I could muster in my panicked state. Just as I was about to run deeper into the forest, I tripped over a large lump near a trees roots.
"Ow!" I cursed (in Greek, shh), unable to keep quiet.
"Hngh..." Grover rolled over and hit my face with his arm as he moved.
I jumped up. "Aagh! Gods!"
"Hmm... Huh?" Grover sat up, blinking blearily. "Percy? What are you doing here, man?"
"Grover! I- Annabeth, she- oh, gods. Grover, it's-" I stuttered, trying to get the words out.
"Perce! What, are you high off of NyQuil or something? Chill, breathe." He looked at me, concerned. "Now, what's wrong?" [A/N: Haha, oh, Writing Buddy joke.]
I stuttered and stumbled through my explanation, still in a panic, though Grover was trying to calm me.
"Okay.. Percy, just go to sleep. We'll tell Chiron tomorrow, okay? She'll be fine."
"No, she won't! Grover, you didn't see her!" I yelled.
"Calm down, Percy. It's Annabeth, remember? She's strong. She'll be fine."
Only then did I agree to go back to sleep. Yet, as I lay in bed, I didn't drift off. I couldn't close my eyes, for fear of seeing Annabeth being tortured yet again.
A/N: Yeah, way shorter than before. Oops. R&R?