Fall Of The Eldest - Percy Jackson

Chapter 10 - We Become Lab Rats

Percy's P.O.V ( Sometimes I really hate doing the POVs because it loses momentum, but it's the only way people know who's telling the part of the story)

In case you are wondering my scenario, picture this. You are trapped in a freezer, you are extremely concussed with your chest feeling tight and your blood was replaced with molasses. That's me at the moment.

I don't remember much, only the words that have changed my life from hero to most wanted in a second, being crushed by a thousand men, and Annabeth pleading.

Take a guess as to what hurt the most.

Everything was cold and numb, my mind was practically dead and everything was dark. I was alone in an infinite void.

I would soon learn that I should have appreciated that eternal peace after feeling my body shake, and a voice impaling the enteral silence.

" Perce? Percy wake up. Wake up!"

I finally put together that someone was shaking my shoulders to wake me up. But I was so sluggish I couldn't respond. Well, that was until...

" JACKSON!" And a heated tingle on my right cheek.

I bolted awake and swung my fist at whoever was around me, just barely missing the son of Hades.

" Nico what the Hades is wrong with you? I'm alright!" I proclaimed, rubbing my recently slapped face. To my left was Jason, the blond Superman of a frien was on his knees, facing me with a worried expression.

" Sorry bro, we're just a bit freaked out and got tired of you laying there. We're in a bit of a situation." He spoke in a stressed tone. His words finally made me realize what he meant.

We were in a concrete box if you may will. There was nothing here but a steel door and a small barred up window that not even Nico could squeeze through.

I starred at my companions who had shifted in front of me. Both sitting on their shins.

The end of the children of the eldest gods.

Oh. I get it now.

" So.... Evil dictator turns us into the scum of the world huh?" I say with my hint of sarcasm. Jason nods grimly "So much for being the saviors of Olympus and the world."

My eyes meet Nico, who is looking a bit troubled. He was now pacing around the room, mumbling in Italian.

" Wait," he began " where's Hazel?"

We sat in silence at his words. Where wa she even? She was a daughter of Pluto, who was the Roman form of one of the eldest gods. Shouldn't she be-?

The metal door creaked open as the daughter herself was thrown in.

" Hazel!" We exclaimed and rushed to her side.

She was a bit bruised, her cinnamon curls a mess and red marks around her wrists from being cuffed.

" I'm alright boys." She groaned, putting up a hand signaling to give her space as she sat up. "glad to see you all are too."

She was alright. But Nico was pissed.

He stormed to the now closed door, banging his fist into the metal and started to protest.

" OI! You have no right to keep us in here!"

It was no use, they weren't going to listen. If I knew anything ( and I usually don't but I understand this) it was that people with power don't care about the others below them. And even though we can summons magnificent storm and the undead, it was still in incomparable. Look at me using the big vocabulary.