I'm sorry I haven't updated in over a month. I found a spare moment today to write this chapter and update this story, so I did! Here it is:
Annabeth Chase POV
I bolted out of the Subway station and nearly ran over two old ladies. I muttered a quick apology as they squawked at me in fury and emerged onto Fifth Avenue. The street was busy, and the sunset was beautiful, but I couldn't help but notice the chill in my bones. Shivering, I took out my phone and called Thalia.
"Thals, where are you?" I whispered.
"I'm at Macy's. Is everything okay?"
"No," I managed after a long silence. "I'll meet you there. Please don't leave." Before she could respond, I hung up.
As I began to weave my way through the crowds, my cell phone vibrated. I thought for a second it would be Thalia calling me, but it wasn't. It was a text – from a contact I'd hoped would never text me again.
Trembling, I read the text.
You're mine, Annabeth. Never forget that. I can make you mine so, so easily.
I stifled the urge to scream and forced myself towards Macy's.
"So let me get this straight," Thalia said with huge eyes. "You saw Luke with the Drug King of New York?"
I nodded. We were sitting at a café. I'd met up with Thalia here, and then I'd told her everything that I'd held back; Luke with Kronos, how and why we'd broken up, and recently how Luke seemed to be reappearing in my life.
"Kronos? One of the most wanted men in the country? You saw Luke with him?" Thalia could barely contain her horror.
"I know," I whispered.
"Annabeth, this is really, really bad. Why didn't you report him to the police?"
"Because Kronos is dangerous," I told her. "We have no idea what he could do to me and my family! Luke said he could kill you, my father, even my mother in Greece. I don't know what to do, Thalia! And he seems intent on – "
"Making me his again," I finished, shuddering. "Just now when I saw him, he saw the promise ring that Percy gave me. I've never been so scared of anyone in my life. What'll he do to Percy?"
Thalia's face was beginning to turn pale.
"What's he going to do to me?" I moaned.
Thalia visibly made an effort, and her face smoothed out into an expression of resolve. "What you're going to do is you're going to report Luke to the feds," she told me. "You may get in trouble for keeping the information from them, but you've got no choice now. Your best hope of keeping Percy and everyone you love safe is by reporting Luke. The police can offer you and your family and friends protection, I'm sure of it."
"But – "
"No buts. Annabeth, this might not even be happening if you'd reported it in the first place. Be an American. Report them."
Just then, my phone buzzed again. I picked it up.
Another text from Luke.
I whimpered, and read the text.
Let's start with your boyfriend, shall we?
I looked up at Thalia, and felt my face draining of blood. Before I knew what I was doing, my fingers were on my phone, and I was dialling 911.
Percy Jackson POV
Whistling, I walked down the street. The sun was setting, and the warmth in the air was extremely comfortable. The birds singing put me in a good mood, and there was a spring in my step as I walked.
I was on my way to the supermarket to shop for groceries. Ordinarily, it was my mother's job to buy the groceries, but today she was busy, so the burden fell on my shoulders.
I bought the groceries and left the supermarket with grocery bags in both hands. The sun had set now, and as I emerged into the parking lot outside the supermarket I noticed that there seemed to be a lack of activity. The parking lot was eerily quiet.
I continued to whistle as I strode between the rows of empty, silent cars. I didn't need to take this route, but the parking lot exit was closer to my apartment building than the main entrance, so I'd elected to take this path today. Now, though, I had to admit that the silence was beginning to get to me. Usually there'd be the sound of people talking somewhere or car doors slamming – it wasn't exactly late, after all – but I heard nothing tonight.
As I began to near the exit of the parking lot, however, I heard something moving between the parked cars. I spun around and eyed my surroundings warily. Nothing in sight. Shaking my head, I continued on my way.
Suddenly, out from the rows of cars slid two men. They were beefy thugs, and wearing balaclavas. I stopped dead in my tracks.
Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that two more men were behind me. I was surrounded. I couldn't make a break for it – I was trapped.
I quickly dropped the grocery bags. "I don't know what you want, boys," I said, "but I have no bones to pick with you."
A smaller frame emerged from the shadows. This figure was smaller, not as meaty and huge, but it, too, wore a balaclava. "That may be true," the figure said, in a voice that I found oddly familiar. "You have no bones to pick with us, but we have bones to pick with you."
The four thugs began to close in on me. Looking around, I broke out into a cold sweat.
Percy, this is bad, my brain told me. Very, very bad.
They got closer, and closer.
Yes, I'm sorry, I just had to leave it on a cliffhanger.
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