Hey so this is my story I hope all of you guys out there like it. sorry if there is bad grammar or spelling my I pad is annoying and auto correct sucks. Also I feel no need to disclaimer I'm pretty sure you all know I am not a famous middle aged man with tons of adoring fangirls to disappoint all the time.

(Percy pov)

I woke up to loud chopping of a helicopter. Wait! A helicopter? I thought. I'm on a helicopter? Oh Gods no Zeus will KILL me. Ugh my brain was all fuzzy and I couldn't remember what had just happened or why I was on a helicopter. I opened my eyes and my surroundings surprised me. I was in a dog crate, I mean just because I'm not fully mortal does not mean I'm an animal. I was in a room with other dog crates that I didn't bother looking at. I was in a corner all by myself. And just to add insult to injury I was guarded by what looked like a warewolf...ok I've seen many monsters in my life, but a warewolf? Isn't that a little far fetched...and by that standard isn't my life a little far fetched? I tried to sit up only for my head to pound as loud as Leo hammering away on one of his inventions, and if you haven't ever heard that let me tell ya it's one LOUD noise. I groaned and the warewolf guy who was guarding me glanced over.

"Oh look. The fighter's awake" he growled. That's when I noticed his black eye and some dried blood underneath his nostrils. Was that me? Had I done that? My memory was still fuzzy as if my head was filled with styrofoam. I couldn't even remember what I had for breakfast. Did I even have breakfast? All of a sudden memories flooded into my head.

I could remember what happened now. Annabeth and I had been on a date at the beach we were having a picnic. We got up to swim and a black van raced up over the sand to get to us and a man with a long white coat got out along with three guys. Now I don't stare at other guys or check them out or anything...that's kinda weird, but these guys were like models. Except their smiles were more evil. I know it sounds stupid but their smiles looked evil to me!

"Come with us peacefully and we won't use force" said the lab coat guy. He had big round glasses, a long nose and science books hanging out of the coat pockets, and overall just looked like a nerd, but I didn't dare call him that because I knew Annabeth was sort of a nerd too...but in a cute way, unlike lab coat guy. I decided right there that that was going to be his nickname now.

"excuse me Mr. Lab Coat Guy but how bout you just leave me alone and we pretend you never met me because I don't like looking at your ugly face and your stupid friends." I said. I could see I had struck a nerve he shot me a look of absolute loathing and his buddies started growling. A deep low wolfish sound like they were undercover greyhounds or something...Hey! With my life you never know!

"I am not the one who wanted you for the experiment I just have to make sure you get to it safely...' Without a scratch ' as Jeb said. Ugh I would've rather chosen the other bigger blonde boy but he specificly wants you. God knows why. He says you're strong but I honestly don't see it." Said the lab coat guy "You don't look like much you'll probably die like all the others who weren't strong enough." WHAT THE HADES IS HE TALKING ABOUT THIS DUDE IS CRAZY! I turned to Annabeth but she looked just as confused as I was. Ok this is a dream. People in long white book filled coats don't just pull up in vans filled with growling models, and Annabeth deffinitly doesn't ever look confused. As in EVER! Just then one of the growling models lunged at Annabeth but she punched him in the nose and took off to get to camp half blood which was only about a mile away. The models turned into warewolfs and two ran after her. She looked over her shoulder with a patronizing stare as if to tell me 'Come on idiot...RUN'. So I did I ran and ran and could see half blood hill. I had just caught a glint of the sun off her bouncing golden hair going over the top through the boundary. The warewolf who had been following her tried to get through after her but it was more like hitting glass at ten miles per hour...*crunch*. That must've hurt. Too bad I was almost there but the van drove up in front of me and the last warewolf climbed out. I took out riptide preparing for a fight but the warewolf who had been chasing me grabbed me from behind. I kicked and punched but he held me in a death grip. He threw me in the van and gas had sprayed all around me. And then everything had turned black.

Where was the helicopter headed? What would Annabeth do? Would I ever get home?