(On Hold) I thought there'd be peace -Percabeth- Percy Jackson

Cabin Three

Annabeths POV

I stumble back. The shear number of them makes me shiver. They're everywhere and I can't stop them. I can see Percy fighting almost fifty at once. I can see Bob signalling for me to run. The elevator doors have opened again and he is doing all he can to stop the crowd of monsters in line rushing in. I make eye contact with Percy, who is about 100 metres away. He nods, telling me that he understood my plan, and starts to fight his way through the sea of incredibly gross and dangerous creatures. That's when everything gets, if possible, worse. One of the titans, Hyper—what's-his-face, pulled out a weapon I'd never seen before. Once, Clarisse and I had to do a project for Chiron about different weapons. We had to describe 10 of them but we had to list all of the ones mentioned in Chiron's library books. All 4762 of them. This was not one of them. He stabbed the spear-like-thing into the grounds and a crack appeared. Arachne scuttled out. She moved towards me, pincers at the ready, and I heard her say "Oh you'll pay for that daughter of Athena. Oh I'll make you pay alright." Before she reached me through, a shadow crossed our path and it was.. Percy. MY seaweed brain. But something was terribly wrong. His skin was green and purple, his hair singed. He had an arrow in his arm, just above the elbow, his new clothes from Damasen's "cottage" were in tatters, what was left of them was soaked in blood and his face wasn't spared. It looked like three or so of his teeth had been knocked out and when he tried to speak he coughed up a lot of blood. After his coughing–hacking– fit, he manage to speak. "Annabeth," he croaked. "You-" but he was never able to finish his sentence. An imperial gold sword tip, drenched with blood, was protruding out the front of Percy's chest. His eyes rolled back to the whites, and he thudded to the ground.

Dead.

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After the dream, my bedsheets were no longer comfortable. They were drenched in sweat and twisteduncomfortably, my throat raw from my screaming. There is only one thing for me to do.
One place for me to go.

My bed squeaks as I try, repeat TRY, to sneak out of my cabin. Malcom stirrs as I walk
past, but he doesn't wake up. If the harpies catch me now, they'll eat me. But I don't care.
I have to go to the one place I feel safe these days.

Cabin Three.

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OMG THIS CHAPTER WAS SO BAD!!!!!!!!!!! I PROMISE IT WILL GET BETTER!!!!
BUT AHHHHHHHHH PERCABETH ARE SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sorry about the badness of the chapter but I had to get it up. In case you were
wondering, most of the itellics is the dream/nightmare. Please tell me what you thought down below. I don't really think this chapter makes much sense, but ARGGGGG I don't know what to do to fix it.

So yeah it will get better, but for now PEACE!!

Em xxx