Nico meets Jason

8: Jason's pov

The Jackson boy fights hard digging his nails into my flesh and feet into the ground. His shouts and pleads for help ring clear and loud but alas they descend softly on either nothing or deaf ears.

I use both my hands to latch on to both his wrists holding them in an iron like grip my black rotting flesh barely bleeding from the gashes his nails have left. He begins clawing so desperately he begins to break the already ruined nails, "oh well the rest of him needs fixing anyway may as well replace what was just broke" I state to myself eyes fixed forward.

He freezes "w-what?" I turn my head to meet his wide, frightened eyes. "Don't worry dear boy you will be fixed soon so you won't hurt Nico again.  With that we reach the blue door. It is set into a crumbling stone wall that has been forgotten for decades.

I reach out a clawed hand and twist the handle, it opens with a subtle click my hand still on the handle I push it forward gently, say what you will I love that door and don't wish to ruin it.

As we enter the 'building' I feel Percy's struggles falter as his wide eyes widen further and he looks around my workshop with horrified fascination. The sea green irises eventually flicker to me and stay fixed in my direction.

He is worried.

I drag him to the work bench and he fights with a newfound energy, adrenaline is obviously coursing through his body.  I strap his limbs down with some difficulty. My hand, fast as lightning, grasps his cheeks dignity my claws in just enough so he won't bleed or be marked but will still feel pain and turn his face to me. "Such a beautiful face and what a pretty doll you'll be, perhaps I should gift you to Nico to make up for the pain you've caused him" his eyes fill with fear and anger I let out a low chuckle and turn to pick out my tools...