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

Chapter 17: The Truth At Last

Because I'm on holidays I'm going to update EVERY DAY! Maybe even twice a day. I love updating and if you guys like reading, I'm happy to oblige.

This chapter is dedicated to heroesofolympus63 for their comment, "Hmmmm.......... Probably Arachna. Oh, and AWESOME CHAPTER!!!!!!! UPDATE! UPDATE! UPDATE!! (not trying to stress you *whistles innocently*) Anyway, awesome chapie :) This is one of the best stories about Percy joining Chaos :) You are an awesome writter, keep going :)" Thanks heroesofolympus63! I love receiving comments from you guys, and remember, my fav. gets a dedication.

Anyway, this is chapter 17. Enjoy because I have been planning this for a long time ...

Chapter 17: The Truth At Last - Percy's POV

Destruction wasn't happy.

Wow, that was just the understatement of the millennia. He tried to look like it didn't matter that the others had escaped. But I could tell from the look in his eyes that they were parts of his plans.

That made me somewhat happy in this hellhole.

As I expected, the shadows didn't simply pick us up and trudge off to the cell. They dragged us to what I called the Torture Tomb. The name suits.

I tried not to shake as they pulled me through the door and chained me to the pillar, but it was hard. The lightning caused me to have hallucinations about my family and friends dying right before me. Not to mention that it was the worst pain I had ever experienced in my very long life.

They tired Annabeth to the chains by the doors where she kicked and screamed, trying to get loose. I could tell by the look on her face that she knew it was hopeless, but she tried anyway.

I needed to stay strong, or she would break down with me. I still didn't know what to think of her, but we still needed her in the upcoming battles.

I stood as straight as I could, but I had very little strength left. My knees shook with strain as they took my weight. My shoulders creaked in protest when I yanked on the chains to hoist myself up. I could barely keep my eyes open.

Destruction stepped into the room with delicacy of a someone walking through a minefield.

'How touching,' he said once he'd reached me, 'You tried to save your friends.'

I glared at him the best I could, 'I did save them.'

He smirked, 'But alas, you did not save all of them. Your precious blonde is still present here with you ... and me.'

I took a deep breath.

'I've really had enough of you,' Destruction said earnestly, 'If you don't give me what I want-'

'I will never help you,' I growled with all the strength I could muster, 'I will fight against you to my dying breath.'

His eyes shone with all the evil in the world, 'So be it.'

He thrust his hands out. But instead of the usual darkness, a firestorm erupted around me. I heard Annabeth scream over the roar of the flames.

I wasn't immune to fire like Leo was, but being the son of Poseidon had some cool perks, like being able to resist the heat of the fire for a while. I'd practiced with normal fire and could usually hold out for an hour or two. But this was Destruction's fire. I couldn't last more that 5 or 10 minutes.

I had to stop it before I burnt to death. So what did I do? I started laughing.

Destruction was so stunned, he took a step back. I just started cracking up with all the energy I had. My chest throbbed with each laugh, but I knew that it might just save my life.