Destiny Calls (A Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

36: The Wonders of Torture

I apologize in advance if this chapter is horrible because 1) I am currently obsessed with Pokemon (even though I ended my last addiction a year ago), and 2) I have no idea how to summarize entire books in a few chapter, and 3) I have never been tortured in my life (tortured from a boring lesson, yes, but not physical torture) so I have no vague idea of how it goes.

I gasped for air as Atlas removed his massive hands from my neck, releasing me from my suffocating prison. "Be quiet, little girl. The adults are talking."

I glared at him. "You might as well be a kid with that childish attitude of yours. Go back and sulk in a corner." Atlas balled his fist and punched me squarely in the jaw as my face tilted backwards and dodged the blow. I continued to annoy Atlas like this, dodging all attempts to batter me by using the flexibility I had in the mid-air confinements.

"Enough!" Nyx yelled, Alice and Tom back by her side, looking quite ashamed to be knocked out by me a few hours ago without them even knowing. "Atlas, I told you to guard the girl, not punch the lights out of her. I need her fully conscious for this to work properly again." Whipping me with her shadows, I kept in the scream as pain wracked my body. For the world outside, it had hardly been an hour, but for me, it had been four years. Three years of Percy's life, while another one of whipping and torturing and anything they could have physically done to me.

"How long have I been out, my Lady." Tom's voice was raspy, probably from what I had done to make him say things against his will.

"Don't worry, my loyal strategist. You have only been out for about an hour. Atlas was just getting warmed up, wasn't he." Nyx's sickly sweet smile was directed at Atlas, who smiled in return, before Nyx slapped the lesser titan in annoyance. "You do not smile at me. You do not respond unless I tell you so. For your disobedience, you must train, with..."

"Me!" said Alice, eager for a battle. "Tom's done all the trips out. I've been stuck commanding those brainless monsters."

"Those brainless monsters are my children! For that, you are going to help the Empousai do whatever they want. Begone, brat." Alice left in a huff, her eyes glowing with anger, but she still followed the true Dark Lady. Because she was nothing without the Night. I laughed inwardly about how sad her life was. Alison Blake, a blond school girl, turned into an obedient warrior without a social life. Not that I had one anymore, since I was dead to the outside world. 

"So I guess I'm going against your little blue-eyed boy, right?" Atlas grunted. "I'm looking forwards to a good fight, boy."

In a flash, Tom had whipped Atlas across his back with his whip glinting gold with ichor. "No one calls me boy, and no one tells me what to do." His blue eyes returned to his swirled ones, and Atlas turned in circles in his newly invoked confused state, before slamming into the obsidian walls and falling asleep. "I only answer to Lady Nyx."

"Am I so boring that you have fallen asleep? I expected more from you, little Atlas." A small hint of a smile was peeking through her hooded face. "Well done, Thomas. You have surpassed my expectations once again. This is why I keep you around. Guard Arthella." Her face once again grew into a grin. "Not that you'll really need to."

She waved a hand and I felt myself become light-headed. My mind whirled back a few years, back into the year of the Battle of the Labyrinth. And once again, I became Percy. Percy's build had bulked, and I felt his training roll over me like a cold blanket. My arms strengthened, my hands rougher than ever. I saw Percy at the foot of Goode High, his future school, complaining that he didn't want to go. I saw my dear friend RED rushing past him, and Kelli, the empousai I had brutally killed posing as a cheerleader.

I ran out of the bombed building with Rachel, crashing into a furious Annabeth, and returned to Camp. I then find a Clarisse with a hilarious hair cut that she never told me about, and soon, I am descended into the maze after Quintus orders the training game to begin.

Time skip time skip time skip. The images blurred through my mind as I felt myself go through all that Percy did. To Percy it may be have been interesting, but I couldn't have been more bored until the end. Yes, I know, inconsiderate little sister, but I was just being realistic. I soaked in the new knowledge, discarded the talking bits that didn't really summarize anything. But I had to admit, I know understood why all the veteran demigods looked up to Percy.

He had seen so much, and now, so have I. Unlike me, he never withstood torture, which was becoming a habit for me. I felt the pain of exploding Mt St Helens, the sorrow all bashed onto me, and now I knew how he survived it. I felt his love for Annabeth shine through his dumb head, and that was how he survived, and I knew that this was how everyone pulled through those dark times.

But could I?

Sorry this is a crap chapter but I was in a hurry. Also sorry for being a day late I was procrastinating during the Hurricane Seahorse. T8, woohoo!