Alternative Universe (not demigods)

It was after Annabeth found out her boyfriend (Edwin) was two-timing her that it happened.

His car was his pride and joy, he loved it more than he loved Annabeth (which she had just found out wasn't all that much). To hurt someone bad, you had to hurt someone or something they loved most deeply, and she knew he spent a lot of money on that damned truck.

She had a crowbar in hand as she approached the Ford. She swung the crowbar and it landed with a sickening thud on the bonnet. She did this a second, third and fourth time until the voice spoke up.

"You're doing it wrong."

She spun to find the voice belonged to Edwin's black haired, green-eyed neighbor -- Percy Jackson. "Yeah? How so?"

He smirked. "You're meant to dig your keys into the side of his pretty little souped-up four wheel drive-"

"Then I carve my name into his leather seats?"

Percy laughed. "Yeah. I have a Louisville Slugger if you want to borrow it, Carrie."

She laughed. "You have a knife I can slash his tyres with too?"

He held up a finger as if to say 'wait a minute'. "I'll be back." Was all he said before running off.

He returned minutes later with a baseball bat in hand. "Here is your Louisville Slugger, and I have a pocketknife in my back pocket."

She rolled her eyes. "How ironic. A pocketknife in your pocket. I would never have guessed."

He chuckled. "C'mon Carrie, get to it."

She smirked. "It's Miss Underwood to you."

He shuddered "Underwood is my best friend's last name. It makes you sound like you've married him."

She ignored his comment and took out her keys. She singled out the large gold one -- the one to the door of Edwin's apartment -- and brought it down on the driver's side back door, scraping it along the car, tearing off paint, making an ear piercing noise, but to Annabeth all she heard was the sweet sound of revenge. She laughed vengenfully.

She did it repeatedly on both sides of the car, drawn big sloping words, words full of digust and hatred.

"Alrighty then," she smiled. "This feels good." Percy laughed behind her. "Can I use your pocketknife to carve my name?"

His laughter ceased. "Don't sign your name."

She snapped her neck to face him. "What?! Why?"

"Because," he said obviously. "Carrie Underwood probably wasn't in her right mind when she did it to her ex. If you write your name on his seats, it's basically handing evidence to the cops of who vandalized it."

She nodded her head in agreeance. "Okay, I won't write my name."

He handed her the pocketknife and she turned back to the car. Noticing the car was locked she grabbed her crowbar once more and brought it down on the drivers window, before sticking her hand inside the car and unlocking it.

She etched six letters into the seat, moving to the next one and doing the same. On the back seat, across the back rest she wrote the same six letters except larger. "C-A-R-R-I-E."

This car was the place she had her first kiss, it was a place of happy memories, now it was filled only with her loathing. She began to notice things about it she hasn't before, a box of condoms under the seat, open and half of them used -- Annabeth was still a virgin, so if Edwin was using them, it wasn't with her.

She poked holes in them for good measure.

A red lacy bra also stashed beside the box.

"Hey, Percy, do you have a lighter on you?" She looked at him hopefully.

"Nah, I don't smoke. Horrible stuff that sh*t is."

Annabeth silently agreed with him and remembered Edwin's filthy habit of smoking. That was it! He always kept a spare pack of cigarettes and a lighter in the center console. She whipped both out and lit the lacy bra alight before dropping it to her feet where it sat until she stomped on it. "I stomp on it," she told Percy. "Because it belonged to him and one of his lovers. And they are beneath me, like this bra at the moment."

The green-eyed boy smirked. "Remind me to never p*ss you off."

She grinned back at him before pulling the lever that popped the bonnet.

Annabeth knew basic mechanics so she grabbed the right pipeline and cut it. Diesel spilled from the fuel line and she kicked the cigarette box under the stream of diesel.

"Don't remember Carrie doing that." Percy commented.

Annabeth shrugged. "I don't do things by halves."

He laughed. "You certainly don't."

Eventually the stream of diesel petered out. She dropped the line from her hands and went and wipped her hands on the truck's carpet.

"Alright, next is the Slugger to bother headlights."

"I don't think you have to do it in order, Annabeth."

She shrugged, "who cares?"

Percy shrugged as well before handing her the bat. He watched as sweat poured from her forehead as she smashed in both headlights. Then the side mirrors. He was partly jealous that she got to have all the fun.

She paused to look at the damage she'd done and let forth a belly full of (almost insane) laughter.

"One last thing to do." She grabbed the pocketknife and stabbed each tyre (repeatedly, for good measure).

She smiled manically at Percy and for a split second he was slightly scared. "Why are you here anyway? He's your neighbor. Isn't there some rule -- bros before h*es?"

Percy chuckled. "Bros before h*es flew out the open window when I found out the girl he was cheating on you with is-was my girlfriend, ex now."

Annabeth's smiled faltered, she chucked him the bat. "You have a turn." So he did. He smashed the back tail lights whilst Annabeth messed around under the hood, crossing wires, unplugging batteries, putting water on his fuel tank.

Eventually Percy and Annabeth decided they had done enough damage and they both climbed into Percy's Toyota Landcruiser.

She blasted her music out loud, anything from Numb by Linkin Park to You Outgha Know by Alanis Morisette, with various breakup and revenge songs from Dixie Chicks, Carrie Underwood and Miranda Lambert, even chucking a few Eminem songs into the mix. What Annabeth enjoyed the most was that he appreciated her music, Edwin hated it. Heck, Percy even sang along.

The drove, where they were going, neither were sure, but they both needed to get out of town for a day, a week, maybe a month. So they drove. They let the road lead them.

And heck, it was a road trip worth remembering.

Word count: 1139

22/10/16