percabeth one-shots

Kidnapped Pt1

Annabeth's p.o.v. 

I was walking back to the apartment I shared with Percy after closing the bookshop where I worked part-time while attending New Rome College. As I was making my way home, I noticed someone in a dark hoodie slowly walking behind me at a distance. I tried to remain calm, reminding myself that Percy wouldn't be home for another hour, and the prospect of being alone was the reason I felt so uneasy. I kept walking, mentally scolding myself when the person in the hoodie turned and took another path on the sidewalk. Despite the initial concern, I continued on my way, focusing on reaching the safety of my apartment.

I let out a breath as i enter my apartment building, our apartment is on the third floor which gives me plenty of time to mull over my jumpy feelings as I opt to take the stairs instead of the elevator. I stare at my sneakers as I climb, my brain a jumble of thoughts as I try my best to figure out why my uneasy feeling never fully went away. I rub the knife in its hidden sheath in my black leggings but it does little to comfort me. As I reach the third floor landing I hear a soft stuffing noise behind me, already on edge, I whirl and really h for my knife but I wasn't fast enough. 

The man in the hoodie sprays something in my face, making the room spin. I try to fight back but I can't seem to find my balance. I stumble and someone catches me, then all I feel is darkness.

Percy's p.o.v. 

I put my key in the door and walk into my apartment. Weird, all of the lights are still off. 

" Annie, are you in our room?" I call absent mindedly.

As I flip on the kitchen light switch, I can't help but notice that the dishes from breakfast are still sitting in the sink. This is unusual, as Annabeth is usually very good about cleaning up right away. She must be deeply engrossed in one of her architecture projects again, the kind that I can never quite wrap my head around. I imagine her hunched over her drafting table, pencil in hand, Curls piled on top of her head in a messy bun, lost in a world of intricate designs and technical specifications. I smile to myself at the mental image. I'm glad she's found some form of normalcy after he trauma of tartarus.

" wise girl, are you hungry?" I call to her as I pull out a box from the fridge, "We still have leftover pizza from last night, I can bring you some" 

She's not answering me, even though that's not unusual. Especially when she's working on a project, this just feels off to me. I leave the pizza box on the counter and walk to our room.

The lights are off in here too, I turn on the light and immediately notice something is wrong, our bed is still perfectly made, (which we had to re make after messing it up again this morning 😉), and she's not sitting at her desk. I immediately try to iris message her but nothing happens. Now I'm panicking.

Annabeth p.o.v. 

I wake up tied to a chair, I lift my head slowly due to the pounding headache I now have thanks to what's er knocked me unconscious. I slowly take in my surroundings, looking for anything that might tell me my location. All I see are brick walls and a concrete floor. Great, I'm in somebody's basement. 

I try to loosen my bonds but they tightened my hands to the armrests so tight I'm surprised they haven't gone numb yet. The man in the hoodie enters the room and I close my eyes again, hoping he didn't see that I was awake. 

"I know you are awake miss chase" he says in a thick Russian accent. " tell me what I need to know and I'll let you go" 

I open my eyes and look up at him, despite the fact that he knows my name, I have no idea who this man is. Before I can ask what he wants, he continues talking.

" your mother refuses to tell me the whereabouts of the book she stole from me many years ago. That book had valuable information pertaining to every god and their weaknesses. Tell me where it is, and you can walk free, you can choose the easy way or the hard way but in the end I will know where the book of the gods is." 

" I have never heard of that book before in my life " I say, looking him in the eyes so he can see the truth that sits in mine.

He sighs " I guess you have chosen the hard way," as he stabs me in the thigh.

I scream in agony before the pain makes me black out...

to be continued.....