It's been a while. :O Updates with this might be slow, and I've realised how appallingly bad my grammar was when I started this. Oh well. I don't own PJO. Oh, and sorry if Annabeth starts to sound a little like Clove from The Hunger Games, I've mainly been writing from her POV. :)
Faster. Faster. You have to out run them. You can do it Annabeth, you know you can.
"But what if you can't?" A voice in my head whispered. It was Percy's voice.
"You're weak." Thalia's voice joined Percy's in my head. I kept running from my chaser, my calves and thighs burning with every step I took.
"You'll never get away. You don't have the courage." Nico's voice was there too.
"We'll all die because of you!" Clarisse yelled in my head.
"You left us with Gaia!" Malcolm joined in.
"Stop! I'm sorry!" I yelled, but my voice was hoarse. I had to focus on running, or whatever creature was chasing me would catch up and I would die.
"You are no daughter of mine." Athena's sharp voice pinballed around my brain, practically rattling my skull. A burning pain shot up my spine and I fell to the ground, gasping. I glanced up at the sky as my body curled in on itself painfully. Miss Doe's grinning face popped into my eyesight, only it wasn't her as I had known her for a year with her pant suits and pencil skirts. It was her head alright, but she had the body of a bear and the tail of a scorpion. She spun and lashed the poison coated tail down at me. It sliced open my stomach before I had the chance to roll over. My friends' faces flashed in front of me, each of them wearing disapproving looks. Then my mother appeared, as stone faced as ever, and everything went black.
I started and awoke, cold sweat running from my forehead to my pillow. I had unknowingly balled my fists up, so I released the handfuls of bed sheet I had balled up with them. Drearily, I sat up and checked to see if Thalia was still asleep. She was sleeping peacefully for once, so I stood and quietly slipped my feet into my trainers. Raking a hand through my messy ponytail, I crept towards the door. I wondered around the ship decks until I found the ladder to the very top deck.
"Annabeth?" Percy asked when I reached the top deck.
"I didn't want to bother you. I figured if you were awake, you'd be up here." I shrugged and sat down on the floor next to him, resting my head against shoulder. He rested his cheek on top of my head.
"You're sweaty. Bad dream?" He asked, lifting his head again.
"I guess so." I shrugged again and lifted my own head. "What about you?"
"I dreamt of my father. He was in a prison, he didn't say where. He said it wasn't time for me to know. All he told me is that it's nearly time for the war, and to watch out for…Something." Percy frowned and I could tell he was hiding something from me.
"I hope he's okay." I said lamely.
"I hope they all are." Percy said. "What about you?"
"You're dream. What was it about?" He asked. I was a little reluctant to tell him. He was keeping something from me, and he had been in the dream. But he was Percy. Dumb, goofy, brave Percy and I could tell him anything.
"What if I'm not good enough and this all goes wrong? What if I die? What if Thalia or Nico dies? What if you die? It would be all my fault. It was because of me that we all got locked in that place and you almost got shot escaping with me. If this goes wrong and our escape was for nothing…I can't imagine anything worse than spending another year in that stupid facility." I muttered.
"Hey." Percy lifted my chin with his finger. His sea green eyes starred into my grey ones and I felt my breath catch in my throat. I hated that he could this to me, but I loved it at the same time.
"You are one of the strongest people I know." He rested his other hand on my cheek. "With you as a leader, we'll definitely succeed. You've never failed any of us before. As for Thalia and Nico, they know how risky this is. They want to escape just as much as we do, if not more. If I die, then I die knowing that I helped the most amazing half-blood I've ever met with her mission to take over the world."
"Save the world. I'm not taking it over just yet." I said. My smile was small, but it was still a smile.
"I'll be right by your side when you do." Percy grinned and kissed me on the cheek.
"Thanks, Perce. Goodnight." I stood and brushed the dirt from my pyjama pants. He saluted me, still grinning.
"Night, Captain Chase."
"At peace, first mate." I laughed and made my way down the ladder. Percy had a way of always cheering me up. I didn't care that he was hiding something from me, there was nobody else I'd rather be on a ship sailed by the undead with.
I slipped back into the cabin, but Thalia was gone. Her shoes were still there, and so was her bracelet and bow. She wouldn't leave without her weapons, even if she was going to pee. I glanced around the room, my eyes resting on the port-hole window. It was open. I ran over to it and studied the lock. It was busted. Thalia could sleep through a car crash, and the window was just about big enough to drag a sleeping girl through.
"Thalia I swear if you're hiding from or playing some kind of stupid joke, I'm gonna kick your ass." I hissed, crouching down to check the space beneath her bed. It was empty.
Thalia Grace had been kidnapped right from under our noses.