Epsilon and his Army of Chaos (Watty's 2013) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 11: A Cold Cell

Sorry for that cliff hanger last chapter. I had to write how those guys blacked out and I took the opportunity for a cliffy!

Anyways, the dedication for  this chapter and the owner of my favourite comment is ... da da da da ... ProudAussieGirl, for her comment,"PLEASEUPDATETHISISSOCOOLICANNOTBREATH( translation: please update this is so cool i cannot breathe" Thanks ProudAussieGirl!

Thanks again for reading this! It makes me so happy. On with chapter 10! It's Leo and Hazel's POV ...

Chapter 11: A Cold Cell - Leo's POV

Dark.

That was my first thought.

Now, you may call me Captain Obvious, but it needed saying.

I was lying face down and could feel cold concrete beneath me. Opening my eyes and pushing myself into a sitting position, I looked around.

Nothing was visible.

I brought my hand up and gingerly touched the lump on my head. I winched. That was some hit. My head felt like someone had filled it with wet sand. My eyesight was fuzzy and my tongue was dry.

My next thought was that I wasn't alone. I listened carefully, and could hear the sounds of heavy breathing. As I listened closer, I could hear that the breathing was in an irregular pattern. There was more than one other. There was heaps of us in here.

'Hello?' I whispered the word, but it echoed around, indicating that we were in a small, enclosed space.

Someone stirred.

I could hear the clanking of metal, and that's when I realized that I was bound around the ankles. Thick, metal chains wrapped around my feet and latched to the wall. I could only assume that it was the same for the others in here.

'Who's there?'

That voice. I recognize that voice.

'Percy?'

'Leo?'

'Yeah,' I said, 'It's me.'

I heard him shuffle around, trying to get comfortable. But that's kinda hard when you're chained to a wall.

'Any idea what happened?' he called to me.

'None,' I replied, 'It's so dark. I can't see a thing.'

We stayed silent for a few moments, shivering in the cold room. I put my hand on the metal around my ankles and traced it all the way to the wall.

'What about fire?' Percy said suddenly, 'Your fire. Can you light it?'

I wanted to bang my head against a wall. Fire! How could I have not thought of that earlier?

I held my hand out, willing flames to leap up from my palm.

Nothing happened.

'Gods, damn it!' I yelled, along with some pretty nasty Greek curses. Hey, I was frustrated.

My shouts woke the other people in the room that I now figured was a cell. They called out to each other;

'What happened?'

'Who's there?'

'Piper?'

'Annabeth?'

'Yeah! Where are we?'

'I don't know.'

'Guys, what happened?'

'Frank!'