Percy Jackson Stark

Alternate Ending

guess what! i'm not dead!! sorry for talking this long to update, i was really busy with school and some other things. i'll try to upload soon. 

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(after like Percy's birthday because I can do whatever I want)

Percy

Percy didn't like it there. The chair was getting uncomfortable. And his back was either wet from blood or sweat. Blood because this thing in his chair would whip him if he said/did something "rude." The "rude" category involved: talking back when his mask was off, rolling his eyes, screaming too loud, (he didn't like this one because he thought that if they were torturing him, they should at least give him the liberty to scream.) have his sarcastic bitch face on anytime. Or basically everything he did. The only thing that was keeping him alive was the occasional drink of water. The weird metal cuff things were apparently multipurpose. Percy was excellent and pretending to be passed out, then eavesdropping. As far as he knew, the cuffs were releasing some sort of liquid into him which gave them full control of him. (I got this idea from a lot of mixing. Bucky Barnes, Divergent, The Hunger Games and all. i feel like i should stop reading this much...) but since it was liquid, Percy could stop it from reaching his brain. The only problem? He was EXHAUSTED and controlling the liquid made him even more tired.

Apart from all of that, things were perfect. He loved glaring at none other than Kale Wilson, who'd arrived a short while after Percy, triumph sprinkled across his face. Though he wasn't really treated the way he carried himself. Kale was evil, but everyone treated him like a 10 year old, telling him to do the smallest things, not evolving him in major decisions. Kale always looked so helpless, Percy almost wanted to start laughing hysterically whenever he entered the room.

Christina would often have one sided conversations with Percy. Half of the time she complained about how much she hated her dad, his job, school and her life. The other half she'd ask him yes or no questions. In a way, Christina reminded him of a mix of Annabeth and Piper, but that only gave him nostalgia, so he stopped thinking that way.

"is your back okay?" Christina asked him one day.

Percy gave her a nod.

"good." She said. "I'm sick of pea soup. That's all mom knows how to make."

Percy gave her his best at-least-you-have-food look. (i was sleep deprived when i wrote this but let's just say that there was another type of liquid which energized him or whatever)

"right, sorry." She said. Then she cleared her throat. "why do all our conversations have to be so weird?"

Percy tried for a shrug.

Christina sighed. "I'm sorry for whatever's happening to you. I- I try to talk to dad, but he never listens." She faked a small laugh. "I also got to know that our birthday's on the same day. 18th of August. And the same year. We can be birthday buddies." (#twins)

Percy rolled his eyes. He didn't even remember his birthday this year. He was too busy trying to stay alive and not let the glass cell break him.

Christina got up. "I should leave before anyone comes. I'm getting enough criticism for not being on their side." She shook her head at Percy's questioning look. "we have the same chair at home. It doesn't do anything but... what it does to your back. And my mom's always drunk and-" she abruptly stopped. Then she looked around and removed Percy's mask with a very silent, "it's about time we have an actual conversation."

"so," Christina said after freeing him. Percy was just trying to breathe normally.

"so." He said. "what did you mean? The chair and-"