The Choice. // Percabeth fanfic

Percy

Percy awoke on a island that was gravely familiar: white sandy beaches and tropical forest. He knew he recognized it, but he didn't want to. He knew if this was where he thought it was, he wouldn't have a chance, the second he saw... "her" Annabeth would leave his mind. He tried to get up but he couldn't, not like he was hurt or injured, he physically couldn't move, his whole body was numb. He knew if he couldn't move... he didn't want to think about it.

Then she appeared, just as he remembered her: Her mousy brown hair pulled into a messy side braid, with a braided headband of reads, and vines. With a toga, that came down to about her knees, though she wore no make up, she looked amazing. She walked over to Percy, and sat down beside him. She set her hand gently on his chest, and brushed the hair out of his face with the other.

"I thought you'd never come back for me." She smiled.

He had to leave while he still had his will power.

"Are you gonna just sit there? Or are you gonna kiss me?"

No he thought. "Maybe" maybe what was he thinking? he knew what he was thinking he was thinking no! So why'd he say maybe!?

She giggled "Get up here"

Percy sat up, but not of his own will. He no longer had control of his body. He leaned into kiss her, as she did to. Her voice changed male, deep and evil.

"You idiot boy, wake up."

He had been dreaming. He opened his eyes. He was tied to a chair, with a dark figure fin the corner.

"You drugged me." He said. "Where's Annabeth? What have you done to her! I swear on the river Styx if you hurt her-"

"Oh I wouldn't finish that," The man cut him off. "You see you won't be able to keep that promise she already has a large gash in her head, and it be a shame... because it would be so interesting for master and us to see who they choose." The man laughed.

"Who do you work for!" Percy attempted to look intimidating by jumping out of his chair. Forgetting he was tied, he fell face first on the ground nearly knocking his jaw out of line, Percy let out a small whimper of pain.

The dark figure walked over and set Percy back up. He went behind Percy and tied something to his chair.

"In a few days this bomb will explode and 1 of your friends from camp half-blood will have to come and save you."

"sounds too simple." Percy managed.

"Ah, wise my boy. You see Annabeth has an identical bomb strapped to her chair, as we are in the great state of Washington, while Annabeth is in Main. They will have to decide who they wish to save, you or the girl."

Percy couldn't feel his legs, his mouth was dry, he could have sworn his heart stopped. "they'll find a way! They can't just pick at us like we're movies playing in the theater! They won't!"