Reborn In Percy Jackson World! The Battle of The Labyrinth

Finally, It's Coming Back to Me

I woke up rather abruptly, and I found myself in some kind of a room, a waiting room to be exact. I quickly pushed myself from the couch and scanned my surrounding, I'm not in the plane anymore, and I'm not drowning in the sea. Am I still alive? I ran my finger through the fabric of the couch and it felt a little rough against my fingertips. I looked around and found a lot of people piles up in the waiting rooms. Most of them have depressed expressions, some of them with acceptance, and a few of them anger. I stood up and walked towards the door, I squinted my eyes at the harsh sun light that came through from it, I saw a big parking lot with a few car parked on there. My heart rate increased when I saw the USA Flag on one of the building.

"I'm home" I breathed "I'm home"

I quickly headed towards the door and reached for the door handle. Suddenly a hand grabbed my shoulder harshly and pushed me into the cold tile floor. I gasped in pain when that person pinned me against the floor and they twisted my arm against my back.

"Not a smart move" a raspy voice said above me "You cannot wonder outside"

"Let me go!" I grunted

The person stood up and forced me to stand up as well, and he dragged me into the receptionist table. I saw a guy in expensive Italian Suit staring at me behind his expensive sunglasses, the person pushed me harshly into the receptionist table. My breath caught in my throat when my stomach hit the table hard, I turned around angrily and wanted to yell at the rude person, but a smooth and silky voice stopped me from doing it.

"Robert, this won't change anything okay. Although, I'm appreciate what you've done"

Then he turned to speak to me

"Cause of death?"

I glanced at the receptionist as he looked at me impatiently.

"Cause of what?" I blinked and turned to face him "Hey, where am I?"

The guy only sighed in annoyance as he pointed his thumb to the wall behind him "D.O.A Recording studio"

"D.O.A recording Studio?" I repeated "Why am I here? Aren't I died from a place crash in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean?"

"This is the entrance to the Underworld" the guy said and looked at me.

I only stared at him funnily "You are joking right?"

The guy sighed and removed his sunglasses, and I gasped when I saw his eyes. It's empty, full of death and despair. Then he wore his glasses again and smirked at my terrified expression, he leaned forward and I took a couple of step back.

"This is not real" I breathed "This is only a fucked up dream, and I will wake up, still sitting on that dumb airplane and laughed because of this fucked up dream"

Charon snorted in amusement while reaching out to grab my arm, he found delight in scaring me. He grabbed my hand and dragged me closer, his eyes travelled down into my small bag that still hung on my waist.

"You have to pay if you want to get across" he said "You can used credit card, or any kind of payment. And I assume you have some"

"No, no, you are insane" I said and tried to rip my wrist from his grip, but he tightened it and I winced in pain "Let me go you bastard!"

The guy tightened his grip even more, he might broke my wrist. He pulled me even closer and I had to put my free hand against the table, to keep some distance between him and me.

"Fine, fine" I screamed in anger and pain "I'll pay for whatever you claimed for. Just let my fucking hand go!"

I rummage through my small bag and pulled my credit card. I slammed the thing into the table and the guy inspect it closely, while I rubbed my wrist. This guy basically just robbed me, and why none of these guy tried to stop him. I managed to get a glimpsed of his name from his name tag.