halfbloodhill_logs | I was dead when I woke up this morning [closed]

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I was dead when I woke up this morning [closed]

Who: Gabe Goodman and Annie Cresta
When: after Percy's campfire meeting
What: A message to deliver
Why: Because Gabe is a shit
Warnings: fffff...mental illness, extreme bullying, abuse, threats of violence, blood...you know what just don't read it. Just go draw a rainbow or something. (edit to add: threat of sexual violence)

Gabe told the friends he was walking with that he'd left something by the campfire and would catch up. Instead of going back, he ducked into the woods and picked his way through quickly until he could see out, but no one was likely to spot him. It helped that the plants didn't mind his presence, helping to obscure him a little. He watched intently for Annie's passing, sending her a strong impulse to go check out the woods. Was that a horse out there? Was she lost? Annie should come get her and lead her back to the stables.

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Finnick and Percy were otherwise occupied, leaving Annie to walk back to her cabin in peace. Which suited her just fine. As she walked past the woods, however, something pulled at the back of her mind. Gasping slightly, she turned towards it, squinting into the darkness. Nothing. Just a small cry she could hear at the back of her head.

Without glancing around, Annie headed into the woods, ignoring her previous distaste for it- ever since she'd seen Briley- trying to follow the voice. "Hey, it's okay, boy. It's Annie- Are you lost? I can help you. Just stay where you are, and I'll come find you."

Instead, a hand closed around her arm and she'd find herself jerked to the side, back slammed against a tree. She was pinned there with a hand over her mouth. Gabe's face wasn't visible, with his mouth close to her ear, but there was no doubt who it was.

"Scream and you'll be screaming when you die," Gabe promised her, voice low. "Understand?"

Oh, and she was about to scream when he grabbed her, but the hand stopped her. Eyes wide, she nodded mutely, backing up further against the tree, wishing it would let her meld with the bark. The woods were bad. Nothing good came of them. Ever. It was official.

She whimpered under Gabe's hand. She knew what this was about. She shut her eyes, preparing for the worst.

Viciously, he kicked the tree between her legs, then gave her the feeling of the tree shaking and the sound of a hundred fists pummeling it, all around her, just for a few moments. Then he grabbed Annie's face, her chin in his palm while his thumb and fingers pressed into her cheeks, firm but not hard enough to bruise -- he hadn't completely lost his sense.

"Look at me," he ordered. He had his chin tilted up a little, a malicious little grin on his mouth as he looked down his nose at her.

She gave a nervous shriek as she felt his foot hit the tree, sinking back away from the tree, though be held her there. Her back would be bruised from the fists, hitting hard enough to not only bruise but to bring reads to her sea-green eyes.

Annie shrunk back against the tree again as he grabbed her, forcing her eyes open as she looked at Gabe in the moonlight. He looked like a demon, even without the horns. Summoning up her bravery, she spit at him. "Let me go."

Gabe recoiled but didn't let go of her. She would just barely have time to see his malicious little smirk before Gabe pulled her away from the tree and threw her to the ground, in among the sticks and dirt and dead, fallen leaves. He followed quickly, straddling her so he still controlled her movements.

He grabbed her wrists and remembered, in a flash, that he could do whatever he wanted and she didn't have to be visibly injured when he was done. So he pinned her wrists down to the ground, ankles locked over her knees so she couldn't kick. He was so used to being violent with his mind, but it felt good to be violent with his body. He wrapped a hand around her throat, but didn't squeeze. Not yet. "Apologize."

She went down hard, her hands coming up to try to break the fall. The second she realized what was happening, she started to try to crawl away, but Gabe was faster.

His hands were significantly bigger than her bony wrists, keeping them pinned easily, though she tried to struggle out from under him. This was bad, and there was only one thing that came after this in her mind. Crying, she fought against him, shaking her head even as he wrapped his hand around her neck. "No." She told him firmly. She didn't have to apologize. He needed to apologize. For doing this to her. For doing this physically to her.

"Apologize." He started to press down, although he didn't cut off her air yet. She couldn't apologize if she couldn't move air around, after all. He didn't bother trying to make her see anything that wasn't there. She'd finally gotten up the gall to defy him, good for her, but he was going to stamp this out right now. "Apologize and it'll all be over faster," he promised, with that malicious little smile again.

Annie Cresta was not weak. Percy Jackson had made her look weak when he gave off that message. She would not apologize, and she would hold her ground, prove to Percy that she didn't need his, nor anyone's help. She could take care of this on her own.

She grit her teeth, before thrashing harder, trying to get him off. "Fuck you."

It was a fight, but Gabe had at least a foot of height and 75 pounds of weight over her. There were ways to use his size against him, of course, but not down here on the ground. He just got lower, leaning more of his weight into his hands and ankles. The hand on her throat moved and he stuck the pad of it in his mouth, nipping it. The thumb was unscathed, but Annie would see it to be dripping with blood when he withdrew it. He smeared it down her face, letting the saliva feel like the blood drying.

"You shouldn't make promises you won't keep, little Annie," Gabe said with a grin. She was asking for that, saying 'fuck you.' "I think you better apologize, or I might keep it for you."

She whimpered, her eyes watching as he dragged his thumb along her cheek. She jerked her head to the side, now that his hand was no longer around her neck. His blood on hers- She didn't like blood. She couldn't handle it. She closed her eyes again, her fingers curling down towards her wrists as she tried to get her hands to her hair.

"Please- please don't," she whimpered, trying to curl up around herself. But he was holding her fast.

"Apologize," he said again, licking his thumb again and smearing it down her other cheek. Seeing her try to curl in, breaking to him again like a misbehaving dog was gratifying.

"Stop it stop it, please! Hate blood!" Her sentences were getting shorter, a sure sign it was working. She thrashed under him again, trying to use the angles of her body to get him off of her, bring her knees up, but it was useless.

Gabe put his hand on her face, pushing her head to the side so one cheek was ground into the brush. He bent to speak into her ear.

"If you say a word to anyone about me, you really will die screaming," he promised. "And you'll beg me for it before I'm done. Understood?"

"Didn't say anything!" She tried to tell him, her lips brushing against the dirt. She, to be fair, didn't remember saying anything. Her walk back to her cabin had been completely blacked out from her memory.

He pushed her harder against the ground, a small rock pressing into her jaw uncomfortably. He was not hearing it right now. "Understood?"

Her tears were turning the dirt to mud.

"Didn't. Didn't say anything! Won't. Promise."

"Good girl," he murmured, purring it like a lover. Finally, he got off of her, standing over her. He took a moment just to look at her, considering how pretty she was in the dirt.

"Sleep," he ordered, manipulating her mind to feel tired, so that sleeping would feel like the only thing worth doing.

Something turned in her stomach as he said those words, cuing her tears to come harder. When he moved, she finally was able to curl in, her knees up to her chest, her hands in her hair as she quietly sobbed.

The order fell on her ears, and she had no choice but to obey, closing her eyes, letting her head loll forward as the adrenaline left her body, leaving her to sleep.

Gabe kept her asleep as he lifted her into his arms. Training made him strong, and she felt light as a feather. He noted it with a kind of detached interest, like a scientist measuring properties of a not-that-interesting subject.

He took her clothes off her and tossed her into the creek, long enough for any bruises or scrapes he'd left to heal before they ever rose. He had to put her clothes back on her wet, not wanting to risk the time he'd have to take to dry her, but she was drier than she'd have been otherwise. It just looked like she'd gone for a quick swim. He carried her to the edge of the woods and left her there, then, letting her wake and get home naturally, already formulating the story for the case that anyone had seen him.

She didn't wake up as he removed her clothing, as the water ran over her, healing her bruises and scrapes, taking all evidence that Gabe had been there in the first place.

With Annie unconscious, she was unable to look perfectly dry as she otherwise could after going for a swim. Shivering in the cold November air, it didn't take her long to wake up, the memories of what had just happened flooding back to her. With a stifled sob, she considered staying there, unable to move. But a cold wind off the ocean was enough to remind her, to gently urge her to her feet as she began the long trudge back to her cabin, Gabe's warning ringing in her ears.

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