The Broken and the Hunted (Percy Jackson Fanfic)

chapter one.

Percy Jackson the hero of Olympus was dead. Killed by Gaea when he sent her back to her slumber for eternity. They had stabbed each other through the heart, Percy with riptide and Gaea with a stone spear. Her last words were but a whisper "I curse you to Tartarus with all your enemy's till the end of time." Every one heard the sky and earth rumble as the curse took effect.
Percy P.O.V.
Being dead sucks. After dirt face stabbed my I expected to wake up in Apollo's palace or maybe even the underworld... However when I opened my eyes I saw that I was in Tartarus.... Again. It only took four hours for the first monster to find me, I reached for riptide ready to fight an old enemy, only to find my pen wasn't in my pocket. "Ah sh*t, it must be because im dead" I mutter to myself.
The minotour snorted and drew me back out of my thoughts 'this it going to be tough' I think to myself. He charged full force at me and I rolled  out of his path at the last second. Right after he passed me he swung his axe around him in a large circle, clipping me in the shoulder. Blood gushed from my wound as I wince and yell out from the pain. He turned and charged at me again and i was to slow this time. Both his horns smashed into me, flinging me into the air I landed on the ground about 20 feet away with a painful crash the sound of my arm breaking and my screams of pain seemed to please my old foe. He walked over me and raised his giant axe into the air, then I learned something amazing, I can't die.... JK. I remember the pain of the axe slicing through my chest and then... I opened my eyes to see Tartarus. I reformed just like everything else in this place I couldn't escape it even in death.... I knew I was going to be here a long time.