♆He's Only Human[Percico]♆

Chapter Twenty; Am I Deserving of A Happy Ending?

You may listen to the song in the media (Bird Set Free by Sia) it was what I was listening to whilst writing this ;)

{PERCY}

Percy's ears were bleeding, he could feel the liquid dripping down the side of his face ever so slowly, until it reached his chin and dripped onto his lap, though he wasn't fazed in the slightest.

Screams, piercing the non existent silence like a knife through soft butter, there was no definite way to tell where the sound was coming from, it seemed to be everywhere. Though he could definitely tell when one of them was cut short, it was the sound of a radio's volume being turned down a notch, hardly noticeable unless you knew the sound

One day, all those screams were cut short in an instant, silence, such an unfamiliar sound that Percy wasn't sure how to cope with it, the silence he currently heard was one of those moments where everything was so silent it was loud. It was a loud ringing noise in his ears that wouldn't go away, his ears were buzzing with so much noise when there was none.

He whimpered, a soft noise filled with pain. The door creaked opened. He shuffled. More footsteps. A tear slid down his face. He knew the man stood before him, Percy knew him so well it scared himself.

This man was the deciding factor, the decision being if Percy would ever sleep well again, and that answer was a no.

His face was brought into the dim light cast from the barred window above both their heads, the familiar, jagged scar ran across the mans face like lightning, a faded white mark that had been there for as long as Percy had known this man.

They call him Highway.

Percy's sight was blinded by the glint of a blade, Highway's weapon of choice, a stygian iron dagger, its black glow sending shivers down Percy's spine. How he hated that dagger, how he was scared of it, because of the pain and agony it had caused him.

Highway, an unusual nickname, only his victims new the reason for it, and Percy was certain he wasn't looking forward to finding out.

"Who lit the fire?"

Same question, different day. Percy didn't understand what Highway was asking, What fire? He didn't know. But nevertheless, he refused to answer, because if Percy knew anything, it was if Highway knew he didn't know, Percy would be no longer useful, therefore a dead man.

He remained motionless, speechless, almost breathless, his chains clanking against one another as Highway lifted Percy up high, back pressed against the wall and dagger to the throat, but Percy wasn't tempted to so much as squeak.

"So be it." He sighed, more so in relief than anything else, his scratchy voice hurt Percy's ears more than any scream ever would.

Only now Percy was screaming with them.

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  He woke drenched in sweat, beads dripping quickly down his forehead. His breathed hitched and eyes darting.

Percy was terrified.

It had been three days, and Percy wanted nothing more than to escape this hell, this awful wretched of a place.

It was just a dream. He told himself repeatedly, whispering the words to himself as well as thinking them, any way to try and get the message to his brain.