Author's note: 

I had originally thought of doing a normal but difficult monster for Keefe and Annabeth. But then I thought why not let the master of logic, daughter of Athena and the great empath see just how much are they emotionally stable. So this may stretch over three chapter. Yay! And I just got an idea on what to do with Sophie and Percy. (Did you forget them?)

But, so many people have read my story, but they don't vote, even if they review and say that they like the story. *sad face*. So, make this story reach 100 votes and I will give a bunch of chapters together. Come on people, things are soon to get intersting. 

Keefe was definitely not comfortable. Once these stupid, itchy rope vines had covered him from head to toe, and he meant it literally. The vines didn't even leave his eyes and he had to squeezes them shut so that whatever the itchy substance was, didn't go in his eyes. He really wished Dex was here. He being the master alchemist he was would've recognized the liquid and he could've used it to Magneto Leto.

But that would have to wait, because right now he was on the receiving end of the liquid. And by Foxfire, it was surely uncomfortable. Not nearly as uncomfortable as when Foster was nervous and he was in the same room as her. 

This is was more like when the black swan had made them sit on the weird sea thingies to go to Alluveterre. Like a sudden rush of motion, which would have been comfortable expect for the fact that every part of his skin was on fire. 

But once the vines stopped moving, he wished that was still covered in itchy vines and moving with thousands miles an hour. Crap, he'd even share his vines with Fitz.

The temperature suddenly dropped, and he felt dizzy. He stopped breathing. His record for not breathing was a total of three minutes, which was nothing close to what Foster could do, but hey! she was incomparable. 

For a whole two minutes and fifty seven seconds he held his breath. He counted, because that was the only was he could concentrate with all the dizziness he was feeling. But the dizziness still didn't reduce. That meant that the dizzy thingy wasn't in the air. He took a deep breath and the cold clear air cleared his head a little. 

Wow Keefe. It's just like you to do the exact opposite of what is the actual solution. 

It was then he realized that the vines no longer covered him. But before he could see any more, he lost his focus. A spot on his front enlarged and the area around it squeezed. It was like that time he had worn Elwin's spectacles, like all his surroundings were dancing around him. 

He was vaguely aware of the fact that he was lying on a cold hard floor. The cold was the only thing that was keeping him in his senses. He drifted back to focus, and saw some sort of dark cottony substance surround him. The substance twisted and formed a scene. It seemed to be clawing at Keefe's mind, trying to pull out his darkest secrets.

Suddenly, Keefe felt like he was falling. An unstoppable, never - ending fall. He moved his limbs for anything to hold, but nothing. He was felt with void. For the first time since Foster came, he felt alone. 

He felt the same way when he teleported with Sophie. An endless fall, except that when they teleported, he had Sophie's hand to hold on to. To the belief that she would not let him fall. That the girl he had entrusted his life to would not let him die. But yet, here he was, when that girl's life was probably in danger, when she was kidnapped, he could do nothing to help her. 

What was the point of sending out a search party, when the members in the search party couldn't even take care of themselves.

Suddenly, with a thump, he fell on a floor. He couldn't say what it felt like. He couldn't remember his surroundings. It was like his entire body was numbed. All he could do was look. Look at the scene in front of him. It was a dummy body. It had a bald head, blank white eyes, non binary features and male body parts. It was the diagram the biology mentors used to teach human body parts. The statue just stood there, looking towards him, but not at him. 

He stood there watching as the bald head of the dummy sprouted soft blonde hair, the blank white eyes transformed into the golden brown eyes that he had come to love, its hard lifeless lips turned into soft pinkish lips. Ro often teased him that he dreamed of kissing those lips, but truth be told, he never saw that dream. Sure, he dreamed of cuddling with her, sharing happy memories with her, but never kissing. 

He was going to give her her space until she was ready for more. 

He saw as the dummies' body became more feminine. He saw as Sophie raised her hands and ropes bound her wrist, tying her to a wooden post, same time as roped tied her ankles together. The wooden plank she was tied to caught on fire. The fire caught on to her tunic and the fire burnt the skin the girl he loved. 

He remembered the day he came back from Neverseen, seeing her burnt and battered like that, and then seeing her go right back into the trouble. But that's what he loved in her. But he had just stood there like an idiot, letting her go into trouble.

And now too, he saw the silent plea in her eyes, plea for help, asking for him to come and free her, but this time too he stood there uselessly as she burnt. 

Then she morphed into Biana, the girl he came to love as a sister. He saw as glass sharpnels hit her and he did nothing despite the plea for help in her eyes, he saw as Dex got hurt again as again by paralysers and he did nothing, he saw Fitz, his best friend, get hit by shadowflux and he did nothing, he saw as every single one of his friends and family, Alden, his father figure, Della, his mother figure, Ro, his annoying older sister and others. And he just stood there doing nothing. 

But when Sophie came again, he could bear it no long. All his sadness, all his emotions left him. He became a cold hard ball of logic. He told himself that it was a dummy, and it was an illusion. He imagined himself on the cold stone in the tunnel. He wasn't in this...room. He was in the Labyrinth.

And suddenly the room burst, and he was in the room, gasping, thankfully feeling the cold of the floor. Beside him Annabeth sat in a similar condition.

Author's note:

Come on people, hundred votes for the next chap. Its not that hard.