[ᴅᴇʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ] ᴀɴɴᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʀᴏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ

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"Oh, I know what you're really feeling," says Eros. He draws his bow, but Annabeth's too fast. She rolls to the side, and the arrow narrowly misses her.

She smirks.

"Oh, Doll, I wasn't aiming to hit you."

What?

Pink fumes spew from where the arrow hit the wall.

Don't breathe it in, don't breathe it in, don't breathe it-

"What did you do to her?" Marty McFly asks. Is he... concerned?

Annabeth collapses, trying to hold herself up on her elbows. Her fingertips are stained pink. She coughs, trying to expel any of... whatever it is that came from the arrow.

"Hey, where are you going?" Marty shouts. "What about my next monster?"

"It's coming," coos Eros. "I think you'll like it. Just remember-"

"Yeah, yeah. The plan. I'll get her where that guy can find her," Marty says.

"Which one?" tests Eros.

"The short one?"

"No, you idiot! Get her to-"

Annabeth stumbles to her feet and reaches out to strangle Marty McFly. Her hands barely close around his throat before she's tossed back to the ground.

Eros vanishes in a new puff of pink smoke.

Marty kicks Annabeth in the gut, but it doesn't hurt. A vibrating sensation courses through her body, like nothing she's ever felt before.

Oh fuck, is this addictive? Because it won't be easy to chase this high. She can feel it coming over her like a tsunami.

Can't give in.

Marty crouches down to Annabeth's level and sneers, "Hope you're liking my beasts."

Annabeth spits at him. "Your dick is small."

He kicks her in the gut again, and the moan that escapes her is borderline pornographic.

He laughs, and it's absolutely maniacal, or at least Annabeth thinks it is. She's not entirely sure how much of what she's seeing is real and what's fake. Like, the dancing toaster probably isn't real, and the spider on her wrist probably is.

Hey look, it's Jason!

"Annabeth, get up!" he shouts.

"But Jason! We have so much catching up to do!" She giggles.

"No, c'mon, Annabeth! There's-"

A rumbling in the ground chills her spine.

Jason reaches out as if to help her up, but when she reaches for his hand, he disappears. It was all fake. Now she's holding a beam on the wall.

Ok, pull yourself up. Ride this high out somewhere else.

She's had ecstasy once or twice before- she doesn't fuck around with drugs much- but this feeling is absolutely unreal. Screw ecstasy. This is Nirvana, and it's deadly.

"Oh my gods, Cerberus!" she shouts. Then she giggles at the unfamiliar sound of her own voice. "C'mere, boy!"

The hound runs at her with intense speed, but she soon realizes that maybe her friend from when she was twelve might not recognize her.

She takes off running, somehow managing to stay on her feet.  

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