CHAPTER NINE: TAKEN

                                    

                                          
Sorry for the long wait. My dad took away my iPad and......well, I don't have long to write this chapter. Please enjoy!
                          
Percy POV:
                          
       I don't know what came over me. One moment, I'm walking fast with Annabeth to the Big House, with my brain and body working in overload to keep Chaos out of my thoughts. The next, I can't take it, and I find myself giving in to the psychotic frenzy of chaos.
Just for a moment, I had thought. Then I will...I'll fight back again.....I can't take much more of it. Then, I had let go. Just for a millisecond, but before I knew it I was fighting for control, clutching my head in my hands as if my life had depended on it. And, don't get me wrong, it had. My vision went black, but the world was bleached white at the same time. It was weird, like everything was black except one bright white point just big enough for me to see through.
       I heard....someone speaking, but not speaking. The words were hazy and echoey, unlike everything around me...... but it was the only thing I could hear. There was nothing else, except t-that voice. I remembered that voice, in a distant memory somewhere. It was a girls voice, unsettling and comforting at the same time. It said: "Maybe if I run to the big house, keep him on my trail......yes. Good plan. G-good." They were hopeful, yet terrified and distressed.
        I heard a voice. Not mine, but my lips were definitely moving, my vocal cords working. "Don't even think about running for help, W-Wise...Girl...." At the words 'Wise Girl,' A feeling of pure agony, dread, and longing coursed through me. I felt myself quickly swinging my hands up to my head and screaming. I pulled on the roots of my hair, screaming until my throat was raw and I was only half conscious and rolling in the grass.
        I just barely heard the shrill noise of a whimper and the unsheathing of a sword, no, dagger, and footsteps slowly advancing on me. This is it, I thought. Whoever this is, is going to kill me. Well, at least I'll be put out of my misery.... no! I screamed again, this time louder and more desperate for the madness, the... chaos, to leave me in peace.
        The footsteps hesitated and receded. The girl was gone, much to my disliking. 
        Suddenly, I could hear the rest of the world. The wind, Long Island Sound's waves crashing on the shore about a football field away, the sound of a crowd forming around me, and their worried and confused whispers ringing around me.
        I looked up, the black and white world welcoming me, along with the surprised gasps of the other campers as they saw my black and white eyes.
        "Percy.... Percy, what happened?" Who was that? I could not remember the identity of any of the people standing around me and forming a ring. I could not tell what the colors were, because of my.....new, I guess you could say, eyes. They had blonde hair, electrifying blue eyes, and a scar on their upper lip.(let the bromance live on!)
         Again, my lips moved, and I spoke, but it was not my voice. "I'm not Perseus Jackson. I am Chaos, here to take this boy to my palace." The blonde boy stood frozen in shock, much like the rest of the crowd. 
        I was able to muster a sentence, my own, not the voice of Chaos. "I-I-I- I can't....can't fight him a-any.....longer....I-help...help me...please.." my vision blurred, but not my hearing. The last that I felt was plants erupting around me, lightning striking down from the sky, even more powers being used by even more campers, and the noises of an entire crowd erupting as they tried to save me, to take me out of Chaos's hold.
        But the Fates had other ideas.
       Another round of pain and agony and screaming, then I was whisked into unconsciousness.