The characters in this story do not belong to me. (::)
Percy felt many bones crunch under her blow for the seemingly millionth time. "Yes, seaweed brain. Maybe you should choose who you tell all your secrets to next time." Annabeth hit Percy time after time. "Annabeth, why? Why don't you just kill me?" She faked a face like she cared.
"But Percy, that wouldn't be fun enough. Besides, that's not what he wants." "He?" Percy sneered confused, "who is he?" Annabeth laughed. "I can't tell you yet, have patience though." She kicked him again, Percy couldn't help but pray to the gods that someone would find him soon. He couldn't do this for much longer.
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Torn.
FanfictionKidnapped; tortured; those are a few of the words to describe The current state of Percy Jackson, hero of Olympus. What many people don't know is that he's in the place that crushes him the most; Tartarus. Read. Vote. Eat cake.
