[Date written: July 24th, 2016. Just a drabble for this possible spin-off of character me in VolarFinch 's The Sue Project.]

He had finally caught up with her.

At the thought, she smirks, and for a brief second becomes blissfully oblivious fo the choking hold he had around her neck. That same moment was gone as soon as he flings her to the wall, her spine creating a cracking sound as her feet limply thuds against the concrete.

"No chance.. Of you.. Letting me go.. Anytime soon, huh?" She says, an amused smile upon her lips even as the cat-eyed boy lets loose a sardonic laugh.

"And risk my wonderful reputation and possible praise from Mary Sue?" He tightens his grip, lowering his - admittedly - exraordinarily handsome face to her level. "Not a chance, Thalia Cross."

To his confusion, the authoress laughs. He pauses, narrowing his feline gaze just as she swings her leg up in one motion, her hands tightly gripping his wrists as she brings her foot straight up into the spot where the sun doesn't shine.

He winces, his hold coming loose - just enough for her to get her abused windpipe free, and she collapses to the ground in one go. The boy-- no, Gary Stu immediately recovers, seizing her by her mane of curly hair and slamming the back of her head against the unforgiving wall once again.

Man, I should really ask Itona how he breaks walls without a weapon.. She thinks as her eyes start to dip closed, only for them to snap open once again to meet the furious, glowing green eyes of her inhumane opponent.

She groans, barely managing to shake her head. "Knew I shouldn't have made ya this annoying.." She blinks her dark brown eyes, grinning crookedly at the annoyed stare of the Stu. "Ah well, that face of yours doesn't even match up with the original.. Ain't that right, Percy?"

'Percy' narrows his gaze, bringing a switchblade he drew from who-the-hell-knows-where up to her chin, nicking her flesh. "How you were my creator is beneath me now, author." He spits - not literally.

She simply smiles, showcasing the dimples she was born with. "Say hi to Althea for me, Perce." She looks up, at the clump of hair which he still holds in his fist, "Oh. Do me a favor, why don't ya? Cut my hair already - it's a bother."

He scowls, muttering a curse. "Of all the fucking people, why was I assigned to track you down?"

'Thalia' grins, humming a brief tune. "Because I'm the one who made you, and so-"

Within the brief pause, she brings her hand up to his wrist, twisting it just enough so that the knife clatters out of his fingers. He snarls, glaring at the authoress with a heated gaze.

"You know me, Perseus," She smiles," I don't like it when I've been constantly pushed around, bastard."

-To be continued?

Eh. Pretty meh-ish writing right there.