Do you Know Pain?

Chapter 2: Dark Memories

He then turned to Reyna. "And Reyna... I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for burning down Circe's spa. I'm sorry for everything." He then faced the council, and said, "I am ready for my punishment, 'Lord' Zeus. But remember, if one of your ancient enemies wants to rise again to destroy you... I will not be there for you." Zeus laughed, and snapped his fingers, and the Percy Jackson we know now disappeared forever.

"Silence, too, can be torture."

―Justina Chen

Percy woke up in a small room, in what seemed to be a cabin. He squinted, trying to adjust to the bright light in the room. He tried to lift his arms, to find them chained to the chair he sat in. Sunlight leaked in the room through the small, dusty window. He looked down to see he was now in a T-shirt and jeans.

The door creaked open after a few moments, and a shadowy figure stepped into the room. He was dressed in a black feather cloak, with a skull cap over his head. He silently stepped across the wooden floor, his face never showing.

When he had reached Percy, he paced around the demigod. After a few agonizingly silent moments, the man finally spoke. "Perseus Jackson. I have heard many things about you. Most of them are complimentary. But, really? Murdering your family, and your love life? Man, you're almost as crazy as me."

Percy stayed silent. He already hated this person, whoever he was. And he had a feeling he wasn't just gonna chat.

The man then said, "Not much of a talker, huh? Well, I have an eternity to get you talking. Do you know who I am?"

Silence. The man sighed. "Of course you don't. Nobody seems to know who I am these days. They're too busy with the Olympians to study Native American culture. Well, I'll tell you who I am. My name is Raven. And you're my new punching bag."

Raven took out a jawbone knife, and began slicing up the T-shirt. As he ripped off the shreds of shirt, he examined Percy's body. His body was littered with scars. "You've already been marked, eh? I'll just draw over them, then." And with that, Raven began cutting at Percy's skin, forming bloody cuts and carvings in his skin.

"You know, I've always thought myself an artist. The only difference is the canvas I use. Human skin preserves better than paper." Raven idly chatted, as Percy groaned in pain. To be honest, the carvings were very detailed, and in a painful way, beautiful. One of the pictures depicted a coyote chasing after a hare.

After he had finished the carving and cutting, he took a rag from the table nearby, and wiped away the blood. The rag was definitely soaked in something, because as soon as it touched Percy's skin, his nerves became like fire. He hissed in pain as Raven hummed a light tune, and kept wiping the rag across Percy's now steaming skin. Steam rolled off of his body, and Raven chuckled lightly. "Do you like that? It's water from the Hohȯyaw village. The pain they felt when they drank the water. This is what it felt like."

Raven set the rag down, and dragged him out of the room. As they walked out of the front door, Raven grabbed a long piece of rope, and a leather whip. They walked out the door, and a wave of heat hit Percy. His throat turned dry, and his head pounded in the sun. His cuts stung from the sweat. Raven led him to a wooden pole, where he tied Percy's hands to it and went back inside.

The heat was slowly suffocating Percy. He didn't even have the strength to stand, let alone redist Raven's strong grip, pulling him up. Raven walked away a few steps. The whip's end fell to the ground, and Raven began popping Percy's back, the pieces of glass gripping onto his skin, making it even more painful when he ripped it out of his back.

Percy couldn't even groan in pain, his throat stung too much. The most he could done was whimper quietly in pain. The sunburn on his back only made it worse, and blood ran down his blistered skin. Raven laughed at the son of Poseidon, and kept whipping joyfully.