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

Chapter 12: The Lightning

Ok, guys. Like I promised, I'm trying my best to update EVERY SINGLE DAY for the next week or so! If I'm a little late, don't sue me. I'm just trying my hardest to write amazing chapters for you guys!

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Now, on with chapter 12. Its got an awesome Percabeth moment (Im Percabeth all the way. It's even my iPod lock screen) and It's my favourite so far, so I hope you guys enjoy it ...

Chapter 12: The Lightning - Percy's POV

I estimated that we were in there for two days before they came for me.

It's not like we could do a lot from inside a cell. We tried activating our powers every now and then. But we got the same result every time. Nothing.

None of us had any weapons except for Frank who had a small dagger hidden in his back pocket. We had tried digging away at the door and walls with no result.

For a guy named Destruction, he sure could create some wickedly hard concrete.

On the afternoon of the second day, we were just loitering around our cell. Annabeth was sleeping fitfully in a corner, Frank was sitting with his back against a wall, trying to start up his shape shifting.

Piper was kneeling next to Frank, trying to get him drink a little water. The shadows brought some bread and water every morning and we had to make it last until the next batch the following day. Frank hadn't had anything to drink since the morning before. He would just shake his head and let someone else have some. It was no different this time. He kept saying that someone might need it more.

As for me, I sat in a circle with Bianca and Leo, discussing things in low tones.

'He's planning something,' Bianca pointed out again, 'We would already be dead if he thought he couldn't get anything out of us.'

'Angel is right,' Leo said seriously. Seriously? Wow, this cell has really changed him. 'Something is going to happen.'

'I'm not disagreeing,' I said, 'I just wanna know what.'

As if on cue, the door swung open and the shadows drifted in. We'd learnt that hard way not to try and make a break for it when they opened the cell door.

One of the shadows stood (floated, whatever) guard at the door, while the other reached over and grabbed me by the arm.

'Epsilon!' Bianca cried, waking Annabeth who took in the scene with horrified eyes.

'I'll be fine,' I shouted as they dragged me out, 'Stay safe. Look after each other!'

The door slammed shut, leaving me with the final image of my five friends staring at me in concern.

The shadows lead me down a series of corridors. I didn't bother trying to count, there was too many. I expected to be brought to the throne room. Instead, they lead me into a much smaller room. It had an endless ceiling and was mostly empty, save for bare tables lining the sides and a single, thin pillar standing tall in the centre of the room.