Percy Jackson and the Avengers Book One

What Should I Do?

Max's POV

I sat quietly as I thought of all the possibilities. I could run away and possibly give away camp's identity, no that would be stupid. I could just fight them until I die because it sounds like a death Claurise would enjoy, but I am not a bloodthirsty weirdly grown Ares kid. Thunder rumbled above me, I cursed even louder so then the gods would here. My last option that I limited myself down to was to just make everyone angry and refuse to give any details, just because it sounded peaceful and harmless. Besides, I'm %99 sure that the others got out safely so they might as well come and save me, right?

I was considered useless, why would they want anyone as useless as me? Nico probably escaped by shadow traveling away. I'll kill Nico later. And now I was all alone. I thought about the possible ways that they could ask me questions. Well, the pirate guy didn't seem so peaceful in my opinion but the others seem alright. But the way that they all are ready for action makes me feel like they may... scar me physically. I shuddered at the thought. I stood up and walked over to what was supposed to be my bed. I sat on it and it didn't bounce. I grunted. It was the middle of the night and I didn't get my needed sleep. Instead, I let my mind have a battle of thoughts. I was going to be tired tomorrow morning. 

I tried to lay down but I couldn't without my mind forcing me into another topic of thought. I went back to my corner and slid to the ground. I was so helpless. I knew what they were going to do, I knew how to defeat them, I knew my plan! But I just couldn't help but think that they won't be peaceful, they'll just hit, kill, and stab until I can't deal with it anymore. 

I stayed up thinking about camp and by sunrise I was weeping stupid tears. Damn it! I wiped my cheeks and my Hephaestus skills kicked in immediately, thankfully they didn't go into full gear but I could figure out that there were three hidden cameras perched above my cell. So inviting! I also figured out that there were at least three easy ways that I can escape. The jail cell's bars were made from easily meltable mettles, and also the weird thing that was supposed to be my bed was actually a mini bench. I had no bed, I was like an animal. I am so gonna kill something soon. I slumped to the mini bench and sat down. I played with a rock that I found on the floor because I couldn't fiddle with anything else. I felt so defenseless. They even took away my daggers. Then the door opened.