The Assassins of Chaos [A PJO/HoO story] ~Discontinued :(~

Chapter 2

For those who are waiting for the next chapter of my other Chaos/Percy Jackson book, please be informed that I won't update for a while due to the fact that I don't have ideas for what to write for the party. If you have some ideas on what I should write, comment on my AN in that book, thanks :)

Quick recap:

Salvation has completed an assassinating mission, and is given another one: to go to Earth and aid the Olympians and their children in the upcoming war. He just met with the rest of his Assassin Team. He admitted he was Percy Jackson and went to sleep.

Okaaay on with the story! :)

Salvation/Percy's POV

*Dream*

"Traitor!"

".... betrayed Olympus......"

"Can't believe him....."

".... spy for Gaea......"

These were the things I heard when I was thrown on the floor once again. Someone -- a girl, I could see -- kicked me in the ribs.

"Doesn't feel so good, doesn't it?" I could hear the sneer in her voice.

Another kick, this time to the stomach, and I felt a shapr pain in my back -- someone had stabbed me.

I bit my lip to keep from moaning in pain.

Why do they do this to me, after everything?

Why would they believe that filthy little slug over me?

Why would I be a traitor, why would I betray them, when I'd helped them win 2 wars?

Why, when my fatal flaw was loyalty?

A hot, searing pain spread through my whole body.

Poison.

Cold laughs echoed through the crowd as I screamed and writhed in pain. The poison, I could tell, was from the deepest pits of Tartarus.

I didn't die, even after all that torture. Why? Because the gods, those insufferable gods, wanted my pain to last longer. They made me immortal so I could endure the pain, and not die, for a loooong time.

And a long time it was indeed.

i could feel the poison in my bloodstreaam, making my eyesight fuzzy. Everything was blurred, the world was tilted..... My head hit the floor once again, but I didn't black out the way I would've did before this.

Those stupid gods put a 'forever-awake' spell or something on me, so I wouldn't be able to block out the pain, and I would feel the pain even when they weren't torturing me.

I was tired. I wanted rest.

I wanted to die.

This torture had been going on for several days, I'd lost track of time -- it was probably a week.

Before this torture, this physical torture, I was being emotionally tortured.

How?

Perhaps a month or so before this torture, a new son of Poseidon (who had been claimed the moment he arrived at camp) had came to camp. Along the way, he'd killed the Minotaur, and gotten a big head because of that.

Not that his head wasn't big already.

His name was Austin Waters (sorry couldn't think of a better one :P) and he was 18, my age. How he had survived so long in the mortal world, I didn't know.