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❝ Annabeth Chase 2.0? ❞

Chapter 1; Annabeth Chase 2.0? SUMMARY; When Percy and Annabeth are taken by the Empusa—a figure slays the beastly woman and saves them. Why does the new figure look so similar to Annabeth?

The mighty son of Poseidon—hanging upside down beside his friend, Annabeth, tired up.

“...Remind me again. Why are we tied up.” Percy asks Annabeth with a blank stare, studying the rocks in front of him like it's interesting.

“Because, my good friend.” Annabeth answers through slightly gritted teeth—as if holding herself back from slapping Percy. “You decided to bring me along for a quest. We got trapped by the Empusa.”

Percy stayed silent before trying to ask another question. Annabeth cut him off. “Percy. If you ask what an Empusa is, I will punch you.”

“Wha—I didn't even say anything!” Percy sad in defence. The blonde glanced back at the ravenette.

“You've got that look in your eye. It's the same look every time you ask me something.”

Percy couldn't argue with Annabeth's reasoning, but it still hurt. “...Do you think she's coming back?” The daughter of Athena looked back at the Son of Poseidon.

“I'm not sure. I think she's gone out to find more of us. Just in case there's any others.”

The pair sat (hung) in silence. The blood rushing to their heads, long locs of blonde and black gravitating towards the floor.

“How did we even get trapped by an Empusa? I thought we dealt with them back at the Labyrinth?” Annabeth questioned.

Percy sighed and shrugged. “I wasn't thinking properly. My head was in a different place.” Percy couldn't help but think back to this dream from the night before.

Walls painted grey with dim, red tinted lights lit up the room. About five people stand around, all doing their own things—but their faces and hair are blurred out.

Only one figure has their hair visible—long white curls cascading down to the figure's hips. The figure has their back turned, their face hidden.

Voices call. “Boss! A little birdy told us some Half-bloods are going on a quest..” The voice was scratchy and low.

The white haired silhouette turned their head towards the voice, but the face of the white haired figure covered with a cloudy blur. “Hm?”

The other voice sees this as a way to keep talking; “Poseidon and Athena. Those are their parents, apparently they've been friends since 12, and—”

They cut themselves off as the original figure pulls their hand up and makes a 'shh' motion. “Alright. Thank you, Nicki.”

The dream panned out, the whole scenery faded and became black—until a lower, deeper voice rang.

“Revenge and Vengeance. Bitter but Sweet—Child of the Sea, She shall meet. To connect with the water, she'll need help. In trying times, she will yelp.”

When Percy jolted awake, he could still hear the words echoing through his skull. Is this a new prophecy? Who's 'She'?

“Seaweed Brain. Earth to Seaweed Brain!” Annabeth called to Percy, clicking her tongue to get his attention.

“Huh?” He snapped out of his daze. “Ah, sorry...” He mumbled, before noticing a sound.

Small snaps and caws from outside range throughout the cave—the yelp of the Empusa caught their attention.

“What was that?” Annabeth asked—glancing back at Percy, a bead of sweat ran down her forehead. Percy stayed silent for a second before answering.

“I'm not sure... But I feel like we should find out.”

“Mhm, I argee with you—but one thing.” The blonde hummed before motioning to their hanging position. “How do we get out?”

Percy hadn't thought that through yet, he shifted around, attempting to break free from the ropes. “Great question! I don't know.” Annabeth rolled her eyes.

A crack echoed from the cave's doorway, making both the demigods perk up in fear—was the Empusa returning?

No. It was a short, humanoid figure dressed in ripped black tights and a oversized white shirt—with Metallica written on the front.

The person ran over to the demigods and cut the rope—making Percy and Annabeth hit the ground with a thud and a groan.

Percy's eyes flickered opened and was met with the image of a young blonde girl. “Annabeth?” He asked.

A hand tapped his shoulder, he glanced over to spot the real Annabeth poking his shoulder blade. “Percy, that's not me.”

The two stared at each other before scanning the new blonde girl with confused eyes. The girl looked about 15, with short curly hair and choppy bangs framing her olive complexion.

The olive coloured girl bent down to their eye level as they were still lying down from the drop. “Are you two Half-bloods?” Her voice was slightly higher pitched than Annabeth's—with a almost southern drawl.

Percy blinked up at the girl. “Um. Who wants to know?” He raised a brow, basically saying “who tf r u” without actually saying it.

“Me. I do.” The southern drawled girl replied—before picking the two up by the collars, she was quite strong for someone of 5'6.

Percy snapped out of his confused daze and ripped himself away from the short female. “Hey hey wait!” He protested, Annabeth did the same and stood slightly behind Percy.

“Who even are you? And why do you look like me?” Annabeth interjected. The strawberry blonde girl blinked before realising she never introduced herself.

“Oh!” She exclaimed before clearing her throat. “So, I'm apart of this group called the Dalmatians! Anyway, Ca—I mean Boss wants to see you. Sh—They think you know something.”

The CHB pair stared at the girl with pure confusion. “...?” Their bewildered stares and silence made the girl awkwardly chuckle.

“It's fine, you'll get used to it.” The girl started to walk out of the Empusa's cave, before glancing back at them—“Are you coming?”

Percy furrowed his brows at Miss “Annabeth 2.0”—though she didn't seem as smart as Annabeth. “Um..”

Annabeth, however, was curious. “We're following, don't worry.” She answered, grabbing Percy's wrist and pulling him along.

“Beth, are we sure we should follow a random girl that suspiciously looks like you..?”

“Percy, when people see two blonde kids everyone automatically thinks they're siblings. It's fine—besides, I wanna know what this "Dalmatian" group is.” Annabeth replied, still dragging Percy along.

The crunch of the leaves underneath their feet, the wind whistling through the trees, the smell of damp wood after rainfall. Every sense that they had was filled with sounds and smells as the silence took over.

The girl—who they still didn't knows name—was practically skipping along the footpath, her boots making small "clack" noises as her feet hit the ground.

Her sandy curls bounced on her shoulders, her eyelids open and staring at the path infront of her, watching where she walks as her eyes barely look back to see if Percy and Annabeth are following—she just assumes.

But she can hear them follow along, she can hear their sneakers run into small pebbles as they walk, old leaves crunching under their feet. She knows they're following her.

Then, the pathway comes to a stop. The rocky floor ends as the concrete now replaced with green, lush grass. The girl whips her head around to face them.

“We're here!” She exclaimed with a smile.

Annabeth's eyes scan over the display—it's a brick wall. “What do you mean here?” She asks, narrowing down at the girl.

“Oh right.”

The girl holds out her hand; a star (★) shape is carved in the centre like a scar or tattoo. She places her hand on the wall, before her flashed a blur of colour, yellow.

The mortar molds into a yellow before returning back to it's regular grey. Nothing happens. “Is this some kind of joke—” Percy tried to say before the bricks started to move.

The bricks unshuffle themselves, taking themselves apart and opening a doorway, a dark hall with a red dimmed light.

The blonde leans forward and looks back at Percy with a shit eating grin. “What were you saying? Did you say something?” She teased before walking in.

Annabeth glanced at Percy before following after the girl, Percy rolled his eyes and followed after them. He didn't want to be left behind.

As they walked closer to the light, soft rock music could be heard—the soothing strings of a guitar being plucked filled his sense of hearing.

“What song is this?”

He asked the girl in front. She doesn't turn around but she responds, you can hear her smile through her voice. “The President Has A Sex Tape - K.Flay. It's my sister's favourite.” Percy nods, confused by the title but shrugged it off quickly.

They enter the scene, it honestly looks like an abandoned bar that's been used as a apocalyptic bunker.

Random old milk crates placed around a small coffee table while an abandoned game of Uno sits, collecting dust. A bar stand, with medication and ambrosia stored in jars behind it instead of alcohol. The lights are dimmed to a light cherry red, the whole place looks like a mix between a club, a stoner's basement and a bunker you see on those zombie games.

Few people, around 5-6, stand around the place—talking with each other or staring at maps and other papers lying around on the big (used to be) pool table.

Two people, a boy and a girl, argue over the maps, something about horrible placements—I don't know, I wasn't listening.

But something catches Percy's eye, two dark, yellowish, cat like eyes—staring at him and Annabeth as they walk in with the girl in front.

The eyes creepily watch them shuffle past—before blinking and from what Percy could tell, raising an eyebrow?

The blonde girl in front lead them to a table. The large pool table with papers spread out across the green carpet. “Just sit tight and I'll get the Boss!—Oh!”

The girl attempted to turn around and grab this 'boss' Character, before running into and being buried into another figure's chest.

She pulls herself out from the figure's body and looks up, smiling at the sight. “Cass!” She exclaimed with a bright grin.

The girl 'Cass' looks back at the other female, nodding in acknowledgement—and from the other's reactions, that's a sign of respect.

'Cass' walks forward, her eyes landing on the two Half-bloods as they sit on the old barstools the other girl gave them. “...Hey.” Percy breaks the silence.

Annabeth elbows him in the ribs—making Percy yelp in response. “Hey!” he glared at his friend. Annabeth makes a 'shhh' expression with her finger and eyes as she looks back at the woman in front of them.

“Um.. Hi, Miss...? We didn't mean to intrude—your friend? Employee? Co-worker? Found us and took us here.. We mean you no harm!” Annabeth tried to explain before the figure walked forward.

She was a pretty girl, around 5'9—5'10. With long, dead straight white hair falling at her waist, with a black streak close to her eye.

A pale olive complexion and cat like eyes—watching their every move. She was the one he spotted before. She crossed her arms before speaking; a low toned (slightly Australian?) accent came along.

“You must be Jackson and Chase.”

The pair look at her for a second, not speaking—taking in her appearance. Long white hair tied back in a ponytail, a decently toned figure with calculating eyes watch for their reactions.

'Cass' wears a pretty casual outfit. Sporting a black halter top with basic jean shorts, and black boots with funky patterned socks.

Annabeth is the first to snap out of her daze—elbowing Percy to speak, making him yelp again before clearing his throat. “Oh. Um, yes?”

“Mhm. We've heard a lot about you.”

Before Percy can answer, Annabeth cuts him off. “Wait, I know you.” She says to the girl opposite of her. “You're that demigod that went missing from camp.”

'Cass' raised an eyebrow, before chuckling and turning to the other people that watched the scene. “Told you they'd be interested.”

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