Percy Jackson x Reader-The Battle of the Labyrinth

Chapter 10

(Y/N)'s POV
Good news: the left tunnel was straight with no side exits, twists, or turns. Thank the gods because I lost count of how many turns we took.

Bad news: it was a dead end.

After sprinting a hundred yards, we ran into an enormous boulder that completely blocked our path. I could hear the sounds of dragging footsteps and heavy breathing echoed down the corridor.

Something-definitely not human-was on our tail.

"Tyson," Percy said, "can you-"

"Yes!" He slammed his shoulder against the rock so hard the whole tunnel shook. Dust trickled from the stone ceiling.

"Hurry!" Grover said. "Don't bring the roof down, but hurry!"

The boulder finally gave way with a horrible grinding noise. Tyson pushed it into a small room and we dashed through behind it.

"Close the entrance!" Annabeth said.

We all got on the other side of the boulder and pushed. Whatever was chasing us wailed in frustration as we heaved the boulder back into place and sealed the corridor.

"We trapped it," I said.

"Or trapped ourselves," Grover said.

I turned around only to see what Grover was talking about.

We were in a twenty-foot-square cement room and the opposite wall was covered with metal bars. We'd tunneled straight into a cell.

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"What in Hades?" Annabeth tugged on the bars. They didn't budge.

Through the bars we could see rows of cells in a ring around a dark courtyard-at least three stories of metal doors and metal catwalks.

"A prison? I said. "We entered the Labyrinth only to wind up in a prison cell."

"Maybe Tyson can break-" Percy started to say but Grover interrupted.

"Shh," said Grover. "Listen."

We listened. Somewhere above us, we could hear deep sobbing echoing through the building. But then there was another sound too-a raspy voice muttering strange words.

"What's that language?" Percy whispered.

Tyson's eye widened.

"Can't be."

"What can't be?" I asked him.

But instead of answering, Tyson grabbed two bars on our cell door and bent them wide enough for us to slip through.

"Wait!" Grover called.

But Tyson wasn't about to wait, so we ran after him.

The prison was dark, only a few dim fluorescent lights flickering above.

"I know this place," Annabeth told me. "This is Alcatraz."

"You mean that island is near San Francisco?" Percy asked.

She nodded. "My school took a field trip here. It's like a museum."

"So we went from New York all the way to San Francisco?"

"That's what it looks like." Annabeth said.

"Cool. I wonder where to next?"

"Freeze," Grover warned.

But Tyson kept going. Grover grabbed his arm and pulled him back with all his strength.