Forever Together | Heroes of Olympus

Frank's POV

If you thought fire drills were bad, then try being Frank right now. Alarms blared an annoying, headache-causing warning to all of its inhabitants. He ran as fast as he could, trying to search for the lost hope he had once found. Hope that this was it, that this was it. He had been going off of 4 hours of sleep in the last 48, but he felt as alive as ever.

"Frank, you there?" His walkie-talkie startled him, but he was quick to react. Frank grabbed the walkie-talkie and replied.

"Yeah, everything alright?" There was a brief pause.

"Uhh... We ran into a problem. A little problem. Tiny. Microscopic. So small-" Percy started.

"Get on with it, Percy." Frank could sense the tension in his voice. Humor was the one way he tried to lighten the severity of the situation, like Leo. But Percy was just a little more mature than him. Barely.

"Well, I found them." Frank didn't get it.

"Isn't that why we're here? How could that be a problem?" Percy took a deep breath.

"They, uh, actually found me. Us. All of us except for you. I'm supposed to tell you to 'surrender and come to where we are if you want to see the light of day.'" His voice changed, mocking whomever originally said it.

"But, of course, I'm not going to. You know what to do, Plan B-" He rushed those last words, and then there was silence. That terrified Frank. Plan B was only for absolute, desperate measures. And of course, Frank had to be the one to execute it.

Frank thought back to his last moments with Hazel. It had been when he told her about his decision in the military... That was it. He had tried to reach out to her, but she closed herself off. He didn't realize that she had lost everybody close to her and didn't want to recreate the pain. Her getting... Kidnapped made Frank take a step back and realize what had been right in front of him all along. He knew he could never leave her again, no matter the sacrifice. Now it was all on his shoulders to save her along with all of his other friends. So much could go wrong...

Frank was trying to think of how to execute the plan with only one person when something hit him. Literally. A person ran straight into him and fell down, shielding themselves.

"Please don't hurt me! I-I'll never try to run away again-" He knelt down.

"Piper?" She lifted her head up slightly, then pure joy filled her face. She hugged him, very tight, shaking the entire time.

"Hey, hey it's okay." Frank tried to say reassuring things, but he knew nothing could repair this kind of damage. She let go, allowing him to see what had happened to her. She had bruises all along her face and body, scratches every other place. Her eyes no longer held that collage of colors but were a solid color: sadness. Now, don't say it. 'Sadness isn't a color, Frank!' Truth is, there was no exact color for it. But, her eyes held so much sorrow and guilt. Her bloodshot eyes screamed for help, but couldn't manage to grasp onto it long enough. Her clothes were tattered, dirty, bloodstained. The worst of it all, you could smell the fragrance of pure terror on her. He was sure Piper could sense his worry, but she knew otherwise.

"I can lead you back to the other girls, but it won't be easy-" Frank straightened up, clearing his throat.

"Um, Dylan has them. And the rest of the guys. So it's just you and I. How'd you even escape?" Piper looked away.

"Long story short, I did what I had to. I couldn't get to the other girls without being taken back, but I tried, really I-" Frank put a hand on her shoulder.