Percy Jackson and the Dark Elites

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Percy

The blinding light was there when he woke up. At least, Percy thought it was. His eyes were so numb and unfocused he couldn't see anything around him. He figured he was asleep. Perhaps his brain had short-circuited and left him in this blank state. 

He realized he was staring at a white wall. He moved back a bit. When he rolled over he saw that the entire room around him was white as well. It was some kind of marble...

He jumped off the bed. He landed on his knees and placed his palm against the cold ground. 

Crap. It wasn't marble, ceramic, metal, or anything else he could control. 

He leaned back against the slab behind him and pinched his lips together. He wouldn't just be here in a solid box. There'd have to be air vents. Even a camera. Those should be easy to spot in the well lit, white cell. 

Before he turned to look, he noticed his clothes. 

"No way," His voice came out deep, cracked, and pissed. "You've got to be kidding me."

He was only wearing thin white pants, a white tanktop, and a thin white jacket. "You changed my clothes? Are you kidding me? You... You took my shoes. What kind of a—"

He stopped himself before he could finish. Odds were, there was a way they were watching him. He couldn't lose his temper. He couldn't show his weaknesses or strengths. Any part of his personality could be used against him. 

He rolled his head back and closed his eyes. He pulled himself back onto the slab and stared at the ceiling. 

Come on, Sustenance. He begged. I could really use some pointers right now. 

But no matter how hard he listened, he heard nothing. No matter how hard he strained, he sensed no water, metal, or earth. 

"Chaos, help me." He mumbled. 

If Sustenance was wearing off the same thing that happened to Leo would happen to him. 

He sat up and held his arms to his stomach. If it was going to wear off, he'd need to get out now, which means he had to use the powers while he still had them. 

He examined the room. Sixteen feet, by sixteen feet, by sixteen feet. Sure. No vents. No Cameras. One weird wall. It was a slightly different color than the rest. It wasn't painted... It was tinted. Like a class wall with lights shining on it. He stood and walked to it. He held his hand up and hesitantly touched his fingertips to it to see if they would cast a shadow. 

A loud noise sounded when the wall suddenly turned off. He found himself staring at his own reflection. He scoffed. One way glass. He went back to his slab of disappointment and crossed his legs. He was pretty sure they hadn't planned for him to even see the glass. He'd hoped it was ominous enough to make them shake. 

He folded his hands in his laps and closed his eyes. He straightened his back and steadied his breathing. He had to get through to Chaos. If he thought loud enough, with enough focus and nothing else on his mind, he could do it. 

He felt nothing but emptiness. It was just his head. His head could think some pretty annoying things when the time was right.

Percy knew that if he made it obvious that he was struggling, they'd be reassured. Maybe he could scare them. He could always flash and evil grin and mumble some kind of fake message. 

He decided to wait. Make it look like it takes time. It'd be easier to convince them he'd gotten away with something. He needed to think anyways. He ran his head through every scenario he could possibly be in.