The Spirits of the Universe (PJO)

Chapter 11--I Slap the Creator of the Universe

A/N--This chapter's pretty long—just for you guys. Feel free to star and comment if you like it:)

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I woke up in a scene that looked straight out of my dreams.

For you, that might've been a good thing. Maybe a job offer from a prestigious company; a letter with the highest SAT score in the nation; or even a bag of money dropping from the sky. 

Those were great dreams.

So when I woke up in a dark cell with chains on my limbs, I sighed defeatedly. Screw dreams—this was a straight-up nightmare. But I didn't have time to complain.

End? Order? I probed. You fine?

Our body hasn't been tampered with, Order said.

About as fine as I can be when my sister threw me to the dogs, End groused.

I sighed in relief. I might've hated the adults in my head, but the last thing I wanted to be was alone in an unfamiliar place. Can't you just reveal yourself to her and get this resolved?

No! End and Order said in unison, which I thought was really strange.

Why not?

End didn't respond. Order quickly said, That's not going to work. We need another way out.

My bones cracked in protest as I craned my neck. My "cell" was basically a small stone box the size of my bathroom back in the Upper East of New York—but you didn't need that much space when you were chained to the wall. It smells horrible. Instead of a toilet, a metal bucket was provided. I didn't know how Chaos expected me to use it when I was bound up, but, hopefully, I would escape before having to find out.

To my left, torchlight leaked from the cell bars. A shadow shifted—a guard.

Work fast, Order urged.

I didn't need to be told twice. Trying my best to stay quiet, I moved into a crouch so Riptide slid out of my pocket and into my hand. The Hermes cabin had always been jealous of my weapon's ability. They'd even mobbed the Hephaestus kids until they conceded to build them replicas of Riptide—but none of them were ever successful. My father's gift was unique, and I kind of liked it that way.

C'mon, End urged. 

Angling it just right, I unscrewed the cap with my teeth. The celestial bronze blade shot past my face, drawing blood from my cheek, then pierced through the chaos silver links with a dull clink.

The shadow moved again.

I froze.

The guard stood like that, head cocked to the side. But when he didn't hear anything, he returned back to his post.

I released the breath I didn't know I'd been holding, then quickly cut the rest of the chains. I groaned softly as my body seemed to move for what seemed like the first time that week. All I needed to do now was wait for the soldier to let his guard down, then take the moment to cut the bars and surprise him. But I was in a really grumpy mood—I was hungry, mad at Chaos for imprisoning me here, and hated how the cell reminded me of Tartarus.

Before I could think any further of it, my body had already thrown itself forward to shake the cell bars. "Get me out of here!" I yelled into the hallway.

Armor clanked, and then the guard rounded the corner. His biceps were the size of my head. He eyes me suspiciously. "How'd you get out?"

Of courseour pretty boy has to make escaping as inconvenient as possible, End groaned.