At Mercy to the Sea ［Rewriting］

[UNEDITED] XXIX- Tell the sun and stars hello for me

Percy POV

We have been wondering in the cramp corridors for hours at the very least. My legs were starting to cramp again and I am almost 100 percent certain that Annabeth is lost. Of course, I would never admit it to her because I would probably end up with a knife against my throat.

Since I appreciate the fact that I'm still alive I trug behind her, keeping more silent than a mute mouse.

Behind me, Bob was sweeping the dirty floors of the cavern, making his broom more dusty than keeping the floor clean. Small Bob twirled between his legs threatening to trip him any moment.

Luke followed a safe distance behind everyone, his glaze roaming between everyone. Mostly settling on Annabeth, he stares at her so intensely that you would think that he was inspecting her.

My previously white shoes were layered with a generous spreading of dust. You could barely tell that they were white in a past life. For now, if anyone asks about them I'll tell them that they are supposed to be grey.

As we turned the corner Annabeth stopped so abruptly that it froze us all in our tracks. We slowly approached her, trying to be silent. We didn't want any unwanted visitors to know about it. I peered around the corner and saw an old man grinning at her with a bottle of beer resting in his hands.

He gives her a drunken smile, his grin was lopsided.

He walks up to her, limping with each step. "Hey, pretty girl." His voice was rounded as if he couldn't pronounce his letters.

Annabeth talks a step back as he gets closer.

"Come on, I won't hurt you." He lifts his hand up trying to touch her face. "It will only hurt a little, only if you resist me. There is a nice little bed around here."

I put my hand on Annabeth's shoulder and glared at him. "Leave. Her. Alone."

She pushed my arm away and looked at the man, her eyes glared. "I've got this."

The man walked up closer to her, he reached out a finger and reached up to her face. Annabeth stood there unflinching. As he was about to run her hand down the side of her face, she scrunched up her hands and punched him straight in the head. He collapsed to the ground, the bottle of beer rolled out of his and onto the floor.

She wiped her hand on her dress and frowned. "That was disgusting, his forehead was all sweaty and wet."

She turned around and continued walking down the hallway. I looked back at the two guys behind me. Bob just shrugged and continued stroking Small Bob. Luke took his sword and stabbed the guy through the chest.

"That seems a little harsh don't you think?" I question him "Don't get me wrong I absolutely despise him, but he probably doesn't remember anything."

Luke looked up at me while he was dragging the body in a nearby room. "Probably. We are not taking any chances. Do you want to get caught or not?"

I rolled my eyes and look at Annabeth. "Tell him he's wrong. It's not right just to kill someone that saw us."

She just shrugs. "It's too late now. It's not like we can bring people back to life."

Annabeth changed before she would have never been so cold-hearted. Something happened to her and it made her seem more like a zombie of herself.

I sigh to myself and keep quiet after that.

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Forget about what I said earlier, Annabeth is 100 percent lost. I swear she has been reading the map upside down or something because we have passed the same door 5 times. The surroundings look exactly the same and my shoes are only getting dustier.