Percy Jackson's messed up Life

Shoot.

    Percy's POV 

     I wake up in an eerie room. I'm slouched against the corner of a dark room. I wince as a throb in my skull makes me shudder. I grit my teeth, ignoring the feeling that my brain is dissolving. I but a hand on each of the walls to the side of me and push out and up, helping my into a standing position. I stumble for a second, leaning against the wall for much needed support. I take in deep breaths and close my eyes as another throb forces its way through my skull like a wave of acid.

       I open my eyes once more and examine my surroundings. I'm in a dark room filled with nothing. Not a single item in the dark room. The walls, floor and ceiling are made of a black stone. Maybe obsidian. There is a large iron door on the far end, and I can tell just by looking at it I wouldn't be able to break it down, especially in my state of health. I've never felt this weak before. Barely able to stand, another throb worst than the others almost makes me black out. There is a smaller pounding in my temples, every couple seconds a small wave is sent through, but the temple throbs hurt my eyes.

     I close my eyes tightly and grit my teeth as another throb of pain comes through. They're coming quicker now, more powerful. As another one comes I bite my lip to stop from crying out, which ends with me splitting my lip open. Warm blood dribbles down my chin in a steady stream, gather at the tip, threatening to fall. A small wave of blood rushes out, along with another throb of pain in my skull. My eyes burn from the temple throbs, so I keep them squeezed shut though I let out a short, throaty growl as the pain comes through.

     Without opening my eyes I wipe the blood from my face, smearing it all over the palm of my hand. I took a sharp intake of breath as another throb comes through. It's so painful I put all my body weight on the wall and slowly slide down, sitting back down. I could here blood rushing in my ears as another throb comes through, and I choke back tears as it slowly disappears.

      They are getting stronger, more quick to come, and slightly longer each time. Like a demented test to see how long I'll last. Another throb comes through and I clamp my hand to my mouth, muffling my scream through it. I realize that it is the hand I wiped my blood on and grimace. I don't have time to muffle my scream as another throb comes through, blood rushing in my ears. My vision tints black at the edges then disappears, flashing on and off. Then, as suddenly as it started, it disappeared. All the pain vanishes, leaving my empty scream echoing around the vacant room.

     I stumble up, still weak, but the throbbing is gone. I lean against the wall, breathing heavily. I take a final deep breath, about to push off the wall, before the door swings open. I freeze, not knowing who- or what- to expect. I certainly don't expect what I do see; Thanatos. He looked over at me with his beautiful face. 'Death is Beautiful' I remember someone saying to me once.

      "Hello Perseus." He greets, his tone warm and kind. Not what you would expect of someone who harvests souls. When I give him no answer he steps fully into the room, closing the door behind him.

      He wore a simple pair of ripped blue jeans and a black t-shirt with the skull of a ram, adorned with a crown of bloody thorns on top of it. His skin is pale, his eyes the beautiful blue I remember from Alaska.

      I open my mouth to speak, but I find I cant. I try again and manage a meek sentence. "Am I dead?"

       He gives me a pitying look. "Yes Perseus. Would you like to see your death?" He asked.

      I hesitate, then decide I would like to know how I died. I nodded once, still leaning against the corner wall for support. I see an iris message in front of me and see Artemis chasing my through the woods. I don't notice a large trap set for Festus, long forgotten by the Hephaestus cabin.