The Betrayed One

Chapter 7

Insanity

Percy woke up with a start. He found himself in an unknown bed, inside a strange room with bizarre furniture. On the outside, the room looked fine with the usual bedroom furnishings, but the ever vigilant Percy knew better. The shirt and pants that he was wearing today were not the ones he passed out with and knew he could have been potentially violated.

Though it was unnecessary, Percy pulled his shirt to his nose to see if he could get a whiff of who man-or woman-handled him. He instantly regretted it, however, when his nostrils were flooded with strong perfume. He coughed and ripped off his shirt, revealing his slightly muscular chest to the warm crisp air. While usually, he would try to be as clean as a young boy could possibly be, he tossed the destroyed piece of fabric in the corner and stood up.

He had zero clues on where he was, he could only assume a very large house. He looked outside and guessed he was most likely on the second floor. He went to the dresser to find a shirt, but the task was proven to be slightly daunting as there were stupid orange shirts that said...

Camp Half-Breed? Camp... Half-Blood? The demigod camp? Oh forget it, I'm to shaken to think properly right now.

He found an all-black shirt in the back of one drawer and put it on, not ignorant enough to not notice how well the shirt fit. He cursed Aphrodite, knowing she couldn't hear him anyway, and if she did the love goddess could just chalk it up to some couple that recently broke up.

He changed out of his jeans into some new ones as the old ones were soiled with girl perfume, and Percy preferred to not walk smelling like he came from a one night stand.

Not that he knew what that was anyway.

He checked to see if his weapons were still accessible, and was satisfied to find everything where they should be. He summoned his twin silver hunting knives, along with the belt that holds them, and placed them on his waist. Checking himself in a mirror, Percy quickly advanced towards a side room that opened up to be a bathroom. He hesitated for a second before entering, subconsciously keeping his hands on standby in case of attack.

He was raised too well to know be wary of surroundings, especially in an unknown area. So far nothing about the room came off as evil or menacing, but the only evidence he has is the clothes he got out of the drawer. That and the fact he woke up in a normal bedroom, one where normal mortal children would hope to wake up in.

But Percy was none the wiser on what was outside the room. For all, he knew he could be in some random god's temple, and the calm scenery was a ploy to drop his guard. His suspicions were elevated when he found a toothbrush already prepared next to the sink, with a washcloth right beside it.

He cupped his hands and placed them on his face. Then he exhaled a breath to check to see if it smelled. He recoiled almost immediately, before sighing, "If I die, I would only return to Hades anyway."

Twenty minutes later, Percy completed his personal hygiene requirements and peered out the room into the hallway. He looked to his left and saw 3 more rooms, that were most likely like his own, with a window at the end. His right held two more rooms and a string that hangs from the ceiling. Percy didn't think much about it, waving it off as a simple attic room.

With that grace of a normal hunter, he silently crept towards the window. At first, he was going to jump out of it but found stairs leading to the bottom floor. He took the safer route because he may or may not draw attention jumping out a window, not because he might get hurt leaping from two stories.

Once he reached the bottom of the staircase, he instantly spotted the front door wide open, not even ten steps away. Percy grew a grin and ran to the entrance, but unfortunately this time the hunter fell for the bait.