Tortured One

Raging Hope (Chapter 1)

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He writhed in agony. The pain was never ending. But he didn't make a noise. He hadn't ever. Not as long as he had been tortured by the evil being. And he never would.

Unfortunately, the pain hadn't stopped and he was brought out of his thoughts as the next crippling blow to his back forced him to hang limp in the shackles holding him up. He glowered to himself, would he never get out of this place?

"No, Perseus, you never will. I'll make sure of that," the beings evil chuckle wormed into his mind, like an earwig that you didn't want, but just kept repeating over and over and over and...well you get the point. 

He just glared at the thing that was torturing him. "Oh don't look at me like that Perseus. I'm just telling you something you already know." Perseus just increased the amount of venom in his glare until his torturer laughed again and brought the barbed whip down on his back again.

Shwap. The sound of his skin being flayed open.

Shwap. The sound of his hope slowly draining.

Shwap. The sound of his captor's laughter being forever ingrained in his mind.

Shwap. The sound of his head hitting his chest as the next strike causes the darkness already at the edges of his vision to pull him out of consciousness.

Throne Room of the Gods:

"Has there been any sign of Perseus Jackson?" The King of the Gods asked tiredly.

No one had seen the hero in years. He had just up and vanished one day, telling no one where he was going, not even his best friend turned girlfriend turned best friend again. No one knew. And that worried people, at first. Now, people were starting to forget. I mean, thirteen years and no clue as to where Perseus Jackson was, well everybody assumed he was dead. Everybody except the gods had stopped looking eight years ago and had just gone on with their lives.

-"Why are we still looking, I mean it's been thirteen years, we should have stopped looking years ago!" An arrogant voice stated, bringing the author out of her explanation to the readers.

"How dare you, Ares!" Came the outraged voice of Hestia from her fiery throne ( which was restored to her by Percy in his wish at the end of the giant war, Hades also got his back). "Percy has done so much for us! Hades assures is that he is still alive." The dark eyed god nodded from his throne of earthy jewels and brittle, white bones.

Ares cringed away from Hestia because of her rage and because she was exuding enough heat to warm up the perpetually cold throne room.

"We will find him. Do not loose hope," the angry goddess said, looking each and every Olympian in the eyes, making sure they understood, before flashing out.

The only response her rant got was,"Remind me never to get on Aunt Hestia's bad side." Artemis slapped her twin upside the head for that before looking off into the distance again.

Please don't loose your hope, where ever you are. I promise I will save you, Percy. I swear it on the River Styx.