The Seven: Switched

I'm Off to My Death

I could barely feel someone poking my thigh, as if trying to infect my wound. But I knew that I was sadly coming to. With my senses sharp, eyes completely closed, I focused on the hand that was poking me.

"Is she dead?" I heard someone ask.

"Leo, don't think like that. It not that bad of a wound. She'll be fine," another voice scolded.

I tried to lift my leg, but it felt like I was paralyzed from the waist down. Sure, I could feel everything. I just couldn't move it. I guess we weren't traveling for a while.

I slowly opened my eyes to find rest of the seven looking over me. The bad part was that we seemed to be in some sort of a dungeon. Percy's ankle was tied chained to the wall. Leo and Jason had their hands cupped. Hazel and Frank had their hands tied together. I assumed that Piper charm spoke her way out of being chained or tied, and that she had failed to do the same with the others. I, on the other hand, was completely free to walk around, but judging by my leg, they probably thought that I couldn't walk. They just left me to rot with a perfect view for my friends.

"Hey!" said a voice. "No talking! Your blond friend won't see tomorrow if you keep it up!"

This took me by surprise. "Who was that?" I whispered.

"Um, Annabeth? It's the daughter of Hecate person," Piper answered.

"But isn't she female? That voice sounded low," I explained.

"Magic, Annabeth. Magic," Frank replied.

Okay. So, I felt something click in my brain. I wasn't sure from what, but something brought my Athena powers back. I sensed it. I knew what pi equaled, as I'd had it memorized for years. I had a perfect battle strategy planned. This was amazing.

"Percy, do you still feel smart?" I asked, hoping he was normal again.

"Annabeth, nothing has changed. I'm thinking like Athena. I'm still her 'child' in her mind," he informed.

"I think she's trying to say that she's normal again, Kelp Head," Jason said.

"Only Thalia can call me that," Percy snapped. "Just because you two are related doesn't mean that you can do the same things that he does."

"That's it! Blonde, you're coming with me!" the Hecate girl explained.

With that, she grabbed my arm and dragged me across the room to the small opening used to carry sound into that cell-like room.

"Can you crawl?" she asked.

"Probably not," I whined, not wanting to move my leg.

I stole a glance at my wound. It looked a lot worse than it felt. It had dried blood surrounding it, and I just started to feel the throbbing after the numbness started to wear off.

"Well, Blonde, it looks like you're going to have to. Better make your death painless, right? Let's get moving. Now," she instructed.

I inched my way closer to the opening as I asked, "What will happen to my friends after I die?"

"That subject is to be left alone," Hecate's daughter told me.

As I made my way out, I could barely hear a chain being broken. It must have been Percy. Hopefully this murderer right next to me hadn't noticed.

"In here," she pointed to a room with one of those head-hanger-things. I guessed that I was to be hung.

"The butchers will be out in a moment. Place your head underneath the blade, and your death will be just as you wish," she explained.

I carefully placed my head under the cutter-thing. A person walked into the room-a butcher, I assumed-and slowly pulled a handle and the blade barely touched my skin.

I knew that this was the end as the pain around my neck increased as soon as I couldn't take it anymore.