Pleading Eyes

Chained At Heart

All Percy wanted to do was join his friends and family in the underworld, so why was it that he felt his body healing, pain disappearing slowly but surely till nothing but a few sore spots were left.

He was pretty sure who did this, and he was going to give them hell for this, I mean seriously can't they just leave him be?

Do they really need his "services" that much?

Gods, how frustrating.

Percy was just about to open his eyes when he heard laughter.

Laughter from the one being he never wanted to see again for as long as he lived, because apparently he wasn't going to die today.

"Perseus....come to me."

Yeah, not happening.

Except he felt his mind being forced towards said voice, and no, please, oh gods, he wasn't ready for this again.

"Perseus, open your eyes".

Percy having no other choice, hesitantly opened his eyes and could only squint in the darkness before him.

He instantly regretted opening his eyes, for standing right in front of him was the one being that constantly tortured him in the little sleep he managed to get.

Tartarus.

Percy could only watch wide eyed in horror as Tartarus smiled darkly at him.

"What a surprise, isn't it?"

Tartarus mockingly asked as he moved towards Percy's paralyzed form, pale hand coming out from the shadows to trail a single finger down Percy's cheek.

Body flinching back immediately at the touch, Percy slapped his hand away as he got out of his shock, moving away from Tartarus, who only looked back in amusement.

"Like hell it is!"

Percy angrily accused Tartarus as his eyes moved quickly in search of a way out of whatever nightmare he was stuck in, finding nothing but darkness and only one enemy.

"Come now Perseus, that's not a nice way to greet someone who just gifted you with their presence. It's been just a long time after all."

Percy flinched back at his words, "I don't care, I'd rather you never "gift" me with your disgusting presence!"

Tartarus snarled dangerously, smile falling as his eyes darkened further than the usual dark swirls they were.

"Watch your tongue, Perseus. I didn't bring you here for nothing."

"Then what did you bring me here for? Wherever this is anyway. Besides you lost any chances of getting any respect from me after what you did, you bastard."

Percy snarled back as his hand reaches for Riptide, body tense and ready to attack at a moments notice, light on his feet as he prepared himself for what seemed like an inevitable fight against the very being the gods themselves feared.

Damn, it. If this is some sick joke of the gods...I swear. Where the hell am I anyway? Wasn't I just about to die?

I felt myself healing though, so unless the gods healed me to just toss my body back into Tartarus, then he really had no clue as to where and why he was here with Tartarus himself.

The bastard is talking nonsense anyway, what the hell would he want to talk about anyway? It would make much more sense if I was brought here for torture again, but to talk? Unbelievable, the Fates really do hate him.

Tartarus relaxed slightly as if going, ah yes indeed, I totally forgot about torturing you and your best friend, I guess I shouldn't have expect you to respect me, do carry on.