The Return of Evil | A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

=11= FEAR

[A/N: Hiiiii.... I AM NOT GOING TO MAKE AN EXCUSE FOR ME BEING A TERRIBLE AUTHOR. I will try to update every week and with school and everything going on that will be hard. BUT I WILL MANAGE IT.... Somehow. :) Anyway... I personally like this chapter, I think it's much better than the other two :D Welp, this chappie is dedicated to:

ExtraordinaryDemigod

For writing an AMAZHANG story! Well done :3]

=PERCY'S POV=

I watched as the terrified expressions of my friends rapidly faded away. Their faces were frozen, like Kronos was nearby and had decided that he wanted to stay in that moment forever. To savor their fear.

My body suddenly exploded in pain. The pressure of being teleported to wherever we were going was just too strong. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

I felt Gabe's rough fist against my back. A shudder ran down my spine. Just the feeling of his skin was enough to scare me. Memories flashed through my mind. I remembered the years before I found out that I was a demigod, before all of this- not that it was much better.

I tried to laugh, but it got stuck in my throat.

No. More. Oxygen.

I started hyperventilating. My lungs couldn't get air. And if my lungs couldn't get air, then I couldn't live. But if I wasn't living... I would be dead. Half of me was relieved. Surprisingly, half of me wanted to escape from all of this, to live a happy life in Elysium, away from evil step fathers, nightmarish realities and blood-thirsty primordials. Although the other half protested in disagreement.

What about Annabeth? It seemed to be saying. Paul, Grover, Thalia and Sally? Do they mean anything to you? That got me.

I thought back to when the arai killed my mom. "GIVE IN PERSEUS," she had said. "AND YOU WILL SUFFER LESS." What had stopped me then? I could have listened to the winged hag and gained a much more peaceful life. But I hadn't. Because I was Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, savior of Olympus, and I wasn't about to give up that easily. I had a life to live for, a pretty dangerous and horrible life, that's for sure. But better than no life at all. Plus, my life wasn't all bad. I had the girl of my dreams, loads of friends and an amazing family. I had to admit, it wasn't the worst life that a demigod could have.

"Get up you little brat!"

I looked up to see Gabe's repulsive face staring down at me. Beside him was another figure I knew quite well: Tartarus. My vision swam. The two forms seemed to blur together. That's when it hit me.

There weren't two figures. There was only one... Which meant that Tartarus and Gabe were the same. They were one. Why hadn't I thought of it before? Tartarus had taken the form of my deceased step father, just so he could manipulate me, scare me, into being weak.

And it had worked. That was all I was now: weak and scared. I was broken. Even if Annabeth and the rest of my friends somehow managed to rescue me from wherever I was, would I ever be the same? Would I still be that happy, carefree, savior of Olympus, Percy that everyone knew? I doubted it.

Suddenly, Gabe (or Tartarus, whichever you prefer) kicked me in the side and started yelling so fast, I barely understood what he was saying.

"I said, GET UP! WHEN I SAY SOMETHING, YOU DO IT  YOU FREAK!" Gabe's voice sounded like it was being doubled, as if two people were saying it at the same time.

He growled as he kicked me again, this time, much harder. I groaned as the edges of my vision turned black. My sides throbbed and I could already feel the bruises forming on my ribcage. My head felt like it was being microwaved. I knew that soon, I would either pass out from the pain or die miserably. Preferably, the first option.

Gabe roughly grabbed my arm and jerked me upright. I could see the outline of his shape, and I knew that he was saying something, but his voice sounded muffled.

"-TIME FOR YOU TO LEARN A LESSON!" His voice unexpectedly became much clearer, like I was underwater and then I suddenly surfaced.

In response I simply moaned.

"UGH!" He yelled in frustration. Then, he threw me against a wall. I screamed in pain.

How many times do I have to be thrown against a wall in one day? I thought groggily.

Oddly, this wall somehow felt very familiar. If you're wondering how a wall can feel familiar, so was I. Anyway, it was as if I had been thrown against this particular wall once before... Or maybe a few times.

Suddenly, my eyes widened as I finally realized where I was. It was as if I had gotten sucked back in time. Everything was there: the clock, the TV, the carpet. But it was as if Gabe had never existed. There were no beer cans, no dirty laundry strewn all over the house, the TV wasn't on ESPN. No, this was my mom's apartment before she married Gabe. This was my home, my home before it became my nightmare.

I stood up shakily as my eyes landed on Gabe. I tried to speak, but my voice just wouldn't work.

Gabe's form slowly began to shimmer and twist until he was now the shape of Tartarus. My lips started to tremble as he began to walk towards me. Instinctively, I reached in my pocket for Riptide. My hands curled around the ballpoint pen and I held it as if my life depended on it. Which, of course, on many occasions, it had.

"It's so nice to see your greatest enemy cowering before you," Tartarus sneered.

"I-I'm not scared of you," I stammered.

"Really?" Tartarus faked mock surprise. "Then I guess we'll have to change that."

Invisible spirits started pulling forcefully on my arms, and I tried with all of my strength to fight back, but the pull was just too strong. I raised my head to see the room flicker and change, until it was the same apartment, but this time after Gabe had moved in. Just as I thought my life couldn't get any worse, the room changed again. But this time, into Tartarus.

I felt my breaths become shorter and faster as my heart rate sped up. I stopped trying to escape the invisible spirts' grasps as every part of my body became rigid with fear. Fear. The most paralyzing thing of all time.

"This-this is just an illusion." I whispered.

If it was possible, Tartarus' grin seemed to grow even more malicious. "So, you finally figured it out." He said while his eyes glinted evilly. "I would expect more from one of the seven."

"If my f-friends get h-here..." I trailed off as the horrible realization hit me full on.

Tartarus nodded. "If they get here," he continued. "This room will change and adapt to their personal fears. Even if they somehow managed to find you, they would still perish at my hands."

"Annabeth-" I started.

"Would die here." Tartarus finished.

I stayed silent as one thing kept running through my mind:

I'm sending all my friends to their death sentence.