The Return of Evil | A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

=13= YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD

[A/N: Hey my fabulous readers! It's tikachi here and I don't really know what to say right now XD. Anyway, today's dedication is to:

AwesomeSauce232

For coming up with the Hallucivision... AWESOME JOB!]

=PERCY'S POV=

I never thought that the next time I would visit my mom's little apartment on the Upper East Side would be like this.

As soon as Tartarus had become bored of our conversation, he had ordered his invisible servants to "bring me to the circle." Whatever that meant. Which led to where I was now: being dragged across the rocky plains of Tartarus (because he's just so proud of his terrifyingness) to "the circle." I had no idea what "the circle" was, but it sounded like a torture machine, even though it was named after that round shape that they teach the little kids. Little did I know, how right I was.

I struggled and kicked as we moved closer to our destination. "LET ME GO!" I screamed.

Although, this of course had no effect on the spirits whatsoever, since they were invisible and therefore, could not be touched. The only response I got was some weird chattering noise.

Sounds like they're from Asphodel, I thought.

All at once, the spirits stopped dead in their tracks. I would have landed on the ground face first, if not for the spirits holding my arms. Yep, that would've hurt. Not to mention that the ground was made out of jagged black glass chips.

"Youuu thinkkk we'reee frommm Asss (A/N: NO PUN INTENDED!) phodelll?" They hissed in unison.

"Oh, um-" I said, my courage slowly dwindling. If these things could hear my thoughts and talk, who knew what other dark spells they could do? "Yeah, I mean, the shades in Asphodel kind of sound like you guys."

The spirits paused for a moment, then excited chattering filled the air. But the strange thing was, I could understand what they were saying.

'Could he help us?' One asked.

'I'm not sure,' another said. 'After all, he is Poseidon spawn.'

'This could be our only chance!' A different spirit argued.

'He saved us once!' One of them chimed in.'At least... He tried to.'

'I agree!' The first one said. 'I've had enough serving Tartarus!'

"Whoa guys!" I interrupted, waving my hands in the air. At least, that's what I tried to do, if not for the four spirits' grip still firm on my arms. "What do you mean, 'help you?'"

Suddenly, the air shimmered and for a moment, the spirits became visible. But then they vanished as soon as they appeared. However, the scary thing wasn't that the spirits could talk, or that I could understand them. It was who the spirits were.

There, a moment ago, stood all of my friends. My dead friends. Silena, Bianca, Beckendorf and Michael. They were all there. But they had instantly turned back into their invisible forms.

'You can understand us?'

Silena's voice echoed around my head. In the background, I could hear everyone else's voices too. Beckendorf was trying to say something, but it was too faint to understand. The same with everyone else. Except Silena.

"W-what's happening?" I stuttered uncertainly. "You guys are supposed to be in Elysium! A-and now.... You- you were trying to drag me to some torture machine!"