「002. silver ski coats and oops, a friend fell 」

BARBIE ALLEN didn't like how bad this extraction was going. and it didn't help that the guy she was currently forced to dance with seemed to be so shocked by the fact two kids were gone and probably taken by the monster, dr thorn.

"shit, shit," she cursed again, "i didn't even know their names-"

"bianca and nico di angelo," hissed percy, "weren't you listening? maybe listen to your own ad-"

"alright smartass, not the time!" she whispered frantically.

"does this usually happen?" he asked, "on extractions? because i don't think this is fun-"

"it isn't meant to be fun! we got to find them!"

"don't get your panties in a twist, barbie doll, we'll find them," he said.

"easy for you to say! mr 'i've-went-on-two-quests- look, let's... let's just go find them, ok? then i can curse you as much as i like afterwards," she said, trying to calm herself down.

"i didn't consent to that!"

"you were never meant to!" she hissed in return.

they'd ran down a corridor, looking around for the kids, hoping they hadn't been made into demigod chowder just yet. she heard the click of a pen, and a loud unsheathing noise, she turned to see percy holding his sword. instinctively after hearing a faint noise, she took the sunglasses of her head and flicked them downwards, holding them by the frame. within seconds it morphed into a celestial bronze dagger. pearl engravements swirled around the handle and etched into the blade itself were the words 'καρδιακός σπαστής' which roughly translated to heartbreaker.

and whilst percy's riptide was a bit less classy, both their weapons worked the same (ish) way. it would always return to her and if she flicked heartbreaker up, it would return to a deadly fashion statement, quite literally.

they turned and ran down a dark hallway to the find the kids. they both looked terrified. it made barbie feel sympathy for the two of them. just like when she was little. she felt bad, they probably lived their whole lives up to this point thinking they were normal, that they were safe.

barbie used to think that way too. until she turned eight, and a bunch of cyclopses tried to kill her when she was at one of her dad's places for work. she was on the run for days, scared for her life, only having a random pocket knife she'd found to protect herself. what made it worse was when she was asleep her dreams were plagued with the queen of the heavens, saying her nearly getting killed was a test.

she woke up the next day, surrounded by cyclopses and had to get a satyr, gleeson hedge ( a satyr with violent tendencies) to come and save her.

she learnt from that day onwards that not all the gods and goddesses were good. and that the queen of the heavens, hera, was a bitch. (but she'd never say that out loud because she currently wasn't looking to get turned into a shish kebab).

she heard a faint whimper from the younger boy and her tense look softened.

"our names are percy jackson and barbie allen," spoke percy in an oddly soft voice, "we're gonna get you out of here and take you somewhere safe."

barbie was about to scold him for using the stupid nickname when a snarling voice from behind them said, "i know who you are, persesus jackson."

a thwip sound was heard and a soft groan of pain was heard from percy. barbie saw the whip literally wrap around his shoulder. she changed her stance, holding up her dagger and staring at the shadow with the meanest glare.

"why don't you come out and show yourself?" she taunted, "or are you too much of a whimp?"

there was a weird snarling noise, a mix between a laugh and a growl, "i don't seem to know you, but i'm sure we'll be well acquainted very soon.

"not likely, jackass," she spat, standing in front of the two younger demigods, making sure they were out of harm's way.

soon, dr thorn emerged out of the darkness with a wicked grin. his pale skin seemed to make him reflect the light of her dagger, his perfectly white teeth looking sinister rather than nice.

wonder what whitening solution he uses for his teeth, she thought, no, bad barb, think about that late-

"thank you for coming out of the gym," he said, "I always hated middle-school dances."

"well your not going to like when back up comes," she hissed out, "because we're gonna beat your ass so bad your stupid manticore self is gonna go cry to you-"

"demigods," mused dr thorn, "always so fun to listen to. you do get a bit annoying after a while."

"i'll show you annoying," she said as percy groaned in pain, holding his poison seeped shoulder, "you fucking-"

dr thorn kicked percy's sword away, snatching barbie's dagger as well, and seconds later, knives were being thrown out by dr thorn. she had no idea how he randomly just threw out knives, but she didn't appreciate being target practice. thankfully, none of them actually hit them, instead, they flew past, almost ripping a sleeve in her jumper.

"you will all come with me," he spoke in a sinister yet threatening tone, "or i shall show you all just how accurately i can throw."

she didn't like the sound of that. she didn't like the sound of that at all.

dr thorn should try out for the olympics, thought barbie as they moved quickly. the four of them walked with dr thorn quietly. hse looked over to see percy closing his eyes, as if concentrating on something. she rolled her eyes, wondering what the dumbass was thinking.

probably something to do with food, she mused to herself.

whilst he was off in 'percy land' she was trying to get them out of this mess. her chamrspeak wasn't always as strong as it could be. charmspeak worked differently for anybody who got it. sometimes, a demigod's charmspeak would stay the same throughout their lives, sometimes it would vary and change.

in barbie's case, it depended on how stressed she was.

and she was very stressed.

just her luck.

but she tried to breathe in and out deeply, trying to calm her beating heart, thumping violently with fear of getting killed. she closed her eyes and formed a charming smile.

"dr thorn," she spoke, her voice as smooth as honey, sickly sweet and dangerous.

"what is it?" he spat, his eyes becoming hooded, and she grinned, it was working, "do you wish to have poison seep through your veins as well?"

"i would really like my friends and i to be set free," she spoke sweetly, trying to harness her charmspeak, making sure to try and stay calm, "i really want us to be set free."

dr thorns eyes grew glossy and he had a small grin on his face, "set you free... sure...."

"uh," said the smallest child, "what are you do-"

"kid, shut up," she hissed, trying to turn back to dr thorn, "dr-"

the glossy look in his eyes was gone, and she cursed silently. the small kid, nic di angelo, had made her lose her focus and the charmspeak had broken way to early. he looked at her and snarled, a menacing glare, as he said, "nice try, daughter of aphrodite, but it seems your charmspeak has failed."

"daughter of aphrodite?" wondered bianca, "why'd he call you that?"

"we-we'll explain later," whispered barbie

she kept quiet as they walked, her eyes peeled for a sign of her pink sunglasses. as they reached the forest, the more frantic she got with looked, her head turning slightly when dr thorn wasn't looking, trying to spot her glasses.

c'mon heartbreaker, where are you? she thought to herself as she continued to look for her sunglasses.

"-oh great, you're nuts too," spoke bianca.

suddenly an invisible force pushed them to the ground, barbie could already tell her white jeans were gone. another would lost to the horrific world of dirt. she guessed her gorgeously knitted sweater was probably beyond saving now. and while the thought of her clothing getting ruined was horrible and made her blood boil, she had bigger things to deal with. and a bigger plan to make.

and dr thorn had given her a window of opportunity.

because when he paused, he'd given her time. which was his very first mistake. because you could bet your ass she was going to use it to her advantage. she thought about it for a split second before she grinned.

if she was going to be mad about her clothing, she was going to direct it to the one guy who caused it all. dr thorn.

safe to say he was screwed.

and safe to say she was not. she grinned to herself, oh, this was going to be fun.

percy jackson had never actually seen barbie fight before. the only thing he knew about her was she was obsessed with clothes, and ever since he could remember, she had a strong dislike for him. he had no idea how it had happened, but ever since he returned from his first quest, she'd suddenly him.

it kind of sucked. because she seemed like a nice person (to others, at least). but to him, she was still a gorgeous fiery redhead (it... her hair, ok? probably because she was a daughter of aphrodite) with a sarcastic personality.

however, he never knew she was so violent. he knew she was... aggressive at times, but never so violent. it's just when you first look at her you wouldn't say, 'yeah she looks like she'd kick your ass and brutally stab you.'

but then again, he was a scrawny fourteen-year-old who hadn't fully hit his growth spurt yet, so he didn't exactly look that scary either.

but even when she tried slashing at dr thorn, throwing curse words and taunts at him, she still looked breathtaking. her and thalia were chaotic on the battlefield (or... forest field? no... not the same affect). thalia ran at dr thorn, yelling and holding her shield and spear.

whilst barbie ran headfirst, with no she'll and only a dagger, in heeled ankle boots.

seriously, how does somebody do that?

"woah," said nico, staring at her in awe and shock.

percy had to agree, she was definitely 'woah'.

as the fight continued, a helicopter noise behind percy got even louder, but he didn't even dare to look back. whilst thalia was doing missiles, barbie and annabeth had joined together and were trying to attack from the back with their daggers.

but when barbie got into the middle of the missile range, percy would tell you he'd never seen a more accurate representation of the phrase 'stop, drop and roll' because that's exactly what she did.

she'd dropped to the floor and rolled away. somehow, between all of her quick movements, she'd managed to throw her dagger, like a throwing knife at dr thorn, letting him bleed slightly.

barbie was a bit too engrossed into trying to kick this dr thorn dudes ass to notice dr thorn shout about the hunters. but when she heard him yell again, she sucked in a breath,

she didn't exactly have the best friendship with any of the hunters. she'd only met them once, and they never seemed to like her much. she was too much of an aphrodite child for them to even consider them to treat her nicely.

but she grinned anyway because even if they didn't like her, they were still a ruthless bunch of teenage girls who would surely help her, thalia and annabeth bring down dr thorn.

she danced around the missiles, her clothes ruined, covered in mud and specks of grass. her hair was no longer perfectly straightened, and was wild and slightly wavy, looking messy and presentable.

when she had a moment to look down to her ankle boots and jeans, she sent up a small prayer to her mom, another one lost. please, mom. i love these jeans-

then the archers came out of the woods. also known as the hunters. there were all dressed in silvery ski parkas and jeans, all of them were armed with arrows, and for a bunch of teenagers, they were about as menacing as they came.

if dr then hadn't been screwed before, he definetly was now.

"the hunters!" cried annabeth with glee, "hades yes!"

"oh joys," grumbedl thalia, who was standing near barbie, the two of them still doing missiles and trying to get another hit in.

heartbreaker had returned to her hand again, and she was holding it tightly, trying to see if she could get past enough missiles to just leap and stab the damn monster.

one of the older archers stepped forwards with her bow drawn. she had a calculatingly scary face as she stare at the manticore, dr thorn. she looked as deadly as she was gorgeous, which was one of barbie's life goals she had somewhat achieved.

"permission to kill, my lady?"

the monster let out a screech in protest and wailed, "this is not fair! direct interference! it is against the ancient laws!"

a younger girl spoke with a smirk on her face before she looked at the older girl with the circlet. "zoë, permission granted"

the manticore growled, "if i cannot have these alive, i shall have them dead!"

he lunged at thalia, knowing she was probably still dazed. barbie let out a huff of air before she ran at the manticore, her dagger pointed towards him. she saw annabeth run alongside her and the two of them pushed faster to get to the manticore.

"get back, half-bloods!" the girl with the circlet said.

barbie felt somebody push her to the side. but she had no idea what was now happening. one moment she was charging at the manticore and the next she wasn't.

"get out of the line of fire!"

but annabeth leapt onto the monster's back and drove her knife into his mane. the manticore howled, turning in circles with his tail flailing about and barbie spotted annabeth clinging on for dear life.

"fire!" yelled the oldest archer.

"no! stop it!" screamed barbie, trying to tug them away, "are you guys batshit crazy? that's my friend! that's my-"

but the hunters let their arrows fly. the first caught the manticore in the neck, another hit his chest. the manticore let out wails of pain, as it staggered back, speaking of his revenge he would get, and before anybody could even react, the monster, along with annabeth still on his back, leapt over the cliff. the two of them tumbling into darkness.

barbie let out a wail and ran to the cliff, "annabeth!"

she felt somebody tugg on her arm, but she didn't care. she should have gone with annabeth, the two of them leaping with dr thorn. the two of them. not just her. but she'd pulled back. she'd pulled back like a coward.

and now her friend was gone.

possibly dead.

her breathing became erratic, she stood there, her fists clenched, tears of anger flowing down her face. her cheeks were puffy and she could already tell her eyes were red, she probably looked like a mess, and she felt like one too.

her brain felt like somebody had been playing ping pong tennis with it, her thoughts were jumbled and she stood there in complete shock after she'd stopped running.

"mortals," announced a hunter, "are not allowed to witness my hunt."

as the hunters advanced, one of them looked at thalia in disgust. they both stared at each other, in a standoff-ish kind of way.

"zoë nightshade," said thalia, her voice trembling with anger.

"perfect timing, as usual." zoë scanned the rest of them, "five half-bloods and a satyr, my lady.'"

"yes," the younger girl said. "some of chiron's campers, i see."

"annabeth!" percy yelled, "we-we have to save her."

"i should have gone down with her," mumbled barbie, the anger not leaving her one bit, "i-"

"i don't care about that right now!" persisted percy to barbie, "we need to find annabeth! she's our friend!"

the auburn-haired girl turned towards percy, "i'm sorry, percy jackson, but your friend is beyond help. you are in no condition to be hurling yourself off cliffs," the auburn-haired girl said.

"let me go!" percy demanded. "who do you think you are?"

zoë stepped forward as if to slap percy and barbie's eyes widened, suddenly realising who the hades the auburn-haired girl was. she looked to percy her eyes wide as if to say: shouldn't have said that! really shouldn't have said that. you complete dumbass!

"no," the aubrun-haired girl ordered, "i sense no disrespect, zoë. he is simply distraught. he does not understand."

the young girl looked at them, her eyes colder than barbie's harshest glare, "i am artemis," she said, "goddess of the hunt."

rosie speaks!

ok, so another chapter edited for you all! 
these will probably be posted randomly
and very sporadically, but they will definitely

be better than the first time i actually wrote it.

so have fun re-reading barbie and percy's 
lil friendship!

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