Blackjack landed at a tavern. "I believe she's in here, boss. I'll wait out her for ya." "Thanks Blackjack." I said. Thalia looked like she was about to ask what he said, but immediately looked alarmed. "I can sense my best friend struggling. We are kin after all." She said. Before I could react she grabbed my wrist and started pulling me until we reached a room where we could her sounds of pleading and struggle. I shared a look with my cousin and we barged in. I audibly gagged and almost tackled this guy. He was on top of my wisegirl leaving love marks on her jawline and neck and trying to unhook her bra, while she's struggling. Thalia acted quickly and shot an arrow in between his shoulder blades, making him scream and cease. I rushed over to Annabeth and whispered sweet nothings and looked her over. She was in worse shape than I'd seen her in Tartarus. She had cuts, bruises, scrapes, gashes. It was painful to look at. Thalia took out her dagger and cut the chains holding Annabeth's wrists. I picked her up and we flew back to camp.
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Why, Annabeth, Why? ✔️
FanfictionPlease note that I wrote this way back in middle school. My writing has improved much since then and this is not an example of my current drafts. This is very cliche, fast paced, and poorly done. I am working on rewriting this, so if you read it and...
