In Different Worlds (MCU/PJO) COMPLETED

X - Planning

Annushka

Alena came back, but I don't pay any attention. I am focused on my plan. I have to find a way to wrap Jackson around my finger and keep him there.

So far all I have come up with is death, seductive activity, and failure. But those aren't things that I would resort to.

I decide to think of more alternative ways I can achieve my goal. Nothing.

Annushka, you are the smartest girl to ever enter the Red Room. Prove it!

Wow, thanks thoughts you're really helping me brainstorm.

I start pacing, not knowing what to do. I figure I should try and map it out.

I pull out a sheet of paper and a pencil. I let my mind wander off, and my subconscious takes over. I hate being under control of something else such as an impulse, but I also enjoyed it in an eerie way I am unused to. I feel free.

But I'm not free. I never will be. Unless...

No. I'm a Red Room girl. I don't back out of a mission. But I doubt that thought will leave me alone anytime soon.

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The next two weeks are gone within what feels like years. Nothing happened, and no progress is made at all. I am disappointed in myself and know I should try harder, but doing that will just frustrate me more if a failure occurs.

I decide to let those thoughts be. I know I need to let steam off, and the hours seemed to fly by, as I am in classes I actually thoroughly enjoyed, even if enjoyment is not something that can usually be found on a mission.

When school is over for the day, I decide to see what Jackson finds to do after.

I follow him loosely down a few streets until I find out he was going to a place called Pnatel Itfnses. But that can't be right, can it?

I wander further into his trail before I see him walk inside the building, and I follow. It smells of dirty body odor, and it has contraptions that many people there seem to have problems lifting them that don't look heavy at all, grunting, whilst wearing hideous and small outfits as the girls' attire. The men all wear no shirt at all, and shorts. It is disgusting they show so much of their bodies.

But Jackson walks right past all of that into a wall that had Ancient Greek writing. It said, "Planet Fitness for Demigods."

What's a demigod?

But Perseus is gone. He vanishes into thin air, and that is that.

I would've followed him (though I don't know where he went) if I didn't see another sign that catches my eye. "Planet Fitness for Red Rooms," in Ancient Russian. I make a run for it.

Upon reaching the wall, I study it and place my hand on, nothing. I look around trying to be inconspicuous, and disappointingly failing at that, as I walk through the wall. What I see amazes me.

It is a dance floor. Sharp Russian appears out of nowhere as a voice I am all too familiar with shouts, "LIFT THAT LEG!"

I smirk to myself proud of my discovery and stand in the doorway.

I look to see how many girls are on the floor and count nine. The Red Room would only allow ten at the same time.