νεκρός || Annabeth Chase x Fem!OC

Vol. 4-19: I quote Billie Eilish (I don't know who that is, it's 2009)

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Here's my definition of not fun. Fly a pegasus toward an out-of-control helicopter. If Guido had been any less of a fancy flier, we would've been chopped to confetti.

I could hear Rachel screaming inside. For some reason, she hadn't fallen asleep, but I could see the pilot slumped over the controls, pitching back and forth as the helicopter wobbled toward the side of an office building.

"Ideas?" Percy asked me.

"You're going to have to take Guido and get out," I said.

"What are you going to do?"

"Guido, dive!" I yelled. Then I remembered Percy can, like, die if he gets decapitated. "DUCK!"

We passed so close to the rotors I felt the force of the blades ripping at my hair. We zipped along the side of the helicopter, and I grabbed the door.

That's when things went wrong. Guido's wing slammed against the helicopter. He plummeted straight down with Percy on his back, leaving me dangling from the side of the aircraft.

I ripped the door open and ignored Percy screaming below me. With the curse of Achilles, I imagined he could smack into the pavement and probably be okay. Poor Guido, but I had other problems as I slipped inside the aircraft.

Rachel shrieked in horror the second she saw me, going lengths as to hiding in the corner and covering her mouth.

I snarled, "Oh, shut up, you fucking buffoon!" She blinked in shock, like she realized it was me. She must've thought I was a zombie or something (which I kinda am). I stormed forward and yanked the mortal pilot back. He nearly fell out of the helicopter and went SPLAT! but Rachel pulled him to safety as I started clicking the controls. Fun fact: I took helicopter lessons in the eighties.

"What are you doing?!" She demanded. "How do you know how to- Why-"

I got the copter under control really quickly. "Shut the fuck up, Rachel. Enough shit has happened lately."

Like, yeah, Rachel's okay or whatever. We became sort of friends during the school year. I think she likes me more than I like her, though. I mostly tolerate her, since Percy likes her a lot, and he's our mutual friend. She's not an awful person, but she's kinda this hippie artsy type that hates her rich daddy and gets her way 'cause she's a cute little white girl. Yeah, she hit Kronos with her hairbrush, and yeah, she navigated the Labyrinth, and yeah, she's a nice girl. I dunno, I just find her uncomfortably annoying at times. I can only handle her in small doses, but a small dose doesn't really matter when you've been in war for two days, watched your friends die, might have to kill your best friend, and then suddenly, the rich little white girl rolls up to the battle in Daddy's chopper like nothing.

Perhaps I was being overdramatic and was just emotionally worn out.

It seemed to take forever, but finally the helicopter thudded to a landing in the middle of Fifth Avenue. I shut everything off, letting the rotors spin to a stop, and I turned to face her. Rachel was dressed like she was on vacation, in beach shorts, a T-shirt, and sandals. Her hair was tangled and her face was green from the helicopter ride, but also, maybe because she saw my corpse.