Collision

Chapter 4-Annabeth&Percy

"Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat
Shadows will scream that I'm alone"
-Twenty One Pilots, Migraine
Annabeth's POV
Alone. Absolutely alone. Alone with a repetitive reflection of my own image. My prison seemed almost to not be the room, but my own head. My lack of self confidence. My own emotional struggle.

Look up, Annabeth. Look in the mirror. You know you want to. Look at your scars and imperfections. You know I think it's a good thing you were taken before you got that pizza, you really don't need that.

Ugly.

Disgusting.

Shameful.

A disappointment.

Your mother would be ashamed of you.

I'm drowning in my own thoughts, with no idea how long I've been here. Choosing to get past my own personal physical pain, I stand. With my head spinning, metaphorically, I feel around the room.

By my estimation, I believe I was in a box approximately 6 feet each way. Knowing that, for some reason, gave me a sort of comfort. Like I wasn't entirely clueless.

With a new feeling of success I began to focus on the next task, fixing my wrist. Removing my shirt, I started manipulating the material to create a makeshift bandage. In order to fully create a splint, I twist up one of my socks to make, what I could call, something solid enough to use to create a splint for my wrist. Using my shirt to hold the sock in place, I finish my project and move onto brainstorming a plan to get out.

You could never. You aren't smart enough.
'Get out!', I wanted to scream those words. But, I saw no point in yelling at my own thoughts.
Percy has probably moved on you know. He's probably out with some hot girl that you could never compete with.

Stop stop stop. Just don't think anymore. That will work. If I don't think on this than, logically I won't hear the voice. Dear fucking gods I'm going insane.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Breathe.
...
Five hours. That's how long it takes to go insane. Counting each second of every minute for five hours provides a certain gratefulness for clocks. Like thank the ducking gods that clocks are a thing.

Please find me soon Percy.

Percy's POV
"Everyone calm down!" Hazel yelled, attempting to help the current problem. "First things first, hello I'm Hazel and we come in peace."

"I'm Barry," the strange older dude says. He follows this by approaching Hazel and shaking her hand.

"Hello, I'm Frank."

"Nico."

"Thalia."

"Will!"

"I'm Piper."

"Jason."

"Peter!" Everyone looks over at the kid in the spider suit, after he squeaked out his name. He looked young, 15 maybe 16.

"I'm Percy," I say, ending the introduction train. After introducing myself, I received a glare from Barry. This guy couldn't make it more obvious that he didn't like me.

After a moment of awkward silence, a man with long wavy black hair followed by a girl with longer wavy brown hair entered the room.

"Cisco, Caitlyn welcome to the party!"

"We came here as fast as possible," Cisco starts." Dude you didn't tell me there were this many, that's kinda sick."

"Excuse me!" Piper shouts. "Who the fuck are they?"

"Wow and I thought he was the only one with such vulgar language," Barry adds.

"I'm Cisco or Vibe."

"And I'm Caitlyn."

Nico follows that with, "We know your names, but like why are you here?"

"Well, that's kinda a long story," Barry then went on to explain some sorta multiverse shit, I wasn't paying much attention. He then droned on explaining how the person that sent us here was called the Bandit, and that she could like steal people's powers.

"So how do we stop her?"

AN:
Again sorry for the short chapter, kinda just got back from vacation. Anyway hope you enjoyed, and have a great day!
-Sharkloverhd