|Turning Tides|- A Percy Jackson Betrayal Story

Running: Chapter 5

--------------Line Break to between 2 weeks to a month later (AN: I'm too lazy to pick...)-------------------------------------------------

Percy Pov

I was right.

The little shit was nothing but trouble.

Jealousy can get you a looooong way.

I was walking to the sword arena when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and was met with a high-five. In the face. With a fist. Connected to an evil douchebag named Victor.

'Gee, Percy. How did that feel?' You're probably wondering.

It hurt. Thanks for asking.

"Grab him," Victor screeched, "Make him pay!"

'For what?' I wondered deliriously as the Ares goons grabbed me. I noticed numbly how they were shoving me up against the wall and tying me up (AN: NOT LIKE THAT YOU PERVERTS!). I hung there limply, when they started throwing punches. The only thing I could think about? How they tied me up 'cause they were scared of what I would do to them.

'Cowards,' a dark place inside me said, 'let me make them pay.'

Another fist connected with my skin. Laughing. ,'̷̺̲̜͇̌̾̂̊̂̚͘͜h̶̡̼̞̮͋a̴̧̙̞̮̯̺̠͉͎̮̙̬̼̳̋̎̈̇͐̑̾̏̀͌̚͜͝h̷̹͎̻̫͎̗̼͇̦̫͚̠̒͆͂ä̴̡̜͈̹͈́̀͗͝.̶̨̜̯͓͔̑̏̋̈́̎̈́̉̍͑̒̿̆͌̕͘.̴̢̨̬̈́̓.̴̧͚̻̟͈̫̣͈̣̠̺͈̗̑͌͆́͊̑̀̈̑͘ͅh̸̛͇͎̞͖̠̰͎̼͗̆͜ą̶͖̙͖͍͖͛̑̊͌̔̑͊͛̊̌́̀͘͘͠h̷̻͖̱̮͗́͒̿̚a̶̞̰̦͐̇̔͛̑.̴̧̨̡̛̭̫̘̮̦̩̠̯̤̜̂̎̃͝͝͠.̸̨̢͔̝̬̣̖̻̦͔̖̥̅͋̂͆͒̽̈̃͜.̷͕͙͉̫͂̃̃̇̈̈́.̴̡̜̬̤̙͑͆H̵̡̡͉̺̭̜̙͖̰̮̗̖̣̲́̌̋̔̉̌̑͋̿͘a̷̛̻̻̦̾̋̇̀̔̑̃H̶̗̗͎̙̤̻̘͐́͆͒̇̅̅̊̅̒̈̔͌̚͝á̸̢̗̘̬̟̹͖̇.̶̗̱̈́̕͝.̸̨̘̻͔̼͖̼͓̎͑͐̐́͋̾̎͘͠.̷̢̯̟̰͇̦͎͖̩̺̳̜̙͊̃͒͌́.̸̫͙͈͚͕̮͈̘̫̈́̔̈̓͑̉͒͝.̵͓̙̱̝̗̭̩͓͔̟̮͇͇̽͋̀̏͌͘͘̚h̸̺̻͆͘A̵̛̪̳̪̅̍̒̀̑͗̽͂̆̔͒̽͐̈́h̸̡̧͈̲̼̟͍̹̦͙̠̰̓͛̓͋͌͊̄ͅA̸̢̬͕̯̞̬͇̽̿͒̎͘ͅͅ.̴̧̧̢̢͓̝̣͍̺͇͍̮̘͍̠̂̍̑̐̈́̉̊̈́̉̋͒͆͆͘.̶̧͙̣͔͚̜͉͇͍̝̝̽̈́͒̅̿̾̐̿̉̿̐̆͊͘̚.̷̢͙̩̹̺̪͖̓͗͊̓̈́̀̏͋̏́̕̚͜͝͠͝.̷̗͎͕͙̟̩̌̃́͐̆̀̓͐̓̏̄.̸̬͙͇̭̩̺̗̀̉͆̽͛̐̚͜͝͝H̸̛̛̰̥͈̜̫̅̂̐͌̊̊͑̅̎͐͆̅͝Ạ̴̗̼͓̰̙͉̜̘̫̭̊͑̇͆̅̅͒̕̕ͅḨ̶̛̥̻̦̺̙͙̻̺͍̻͔͋́̅̑̇̕͠ͅĄ̸̛̤̘͙̻̯̤̬̩̗̂̒̍́͂͒̈́̌̌̆.̵̝͍̖͎͉̈͗͛͊̑͊̾̿͝.̴̻̻̓.̷̢̧͖̞̳̓.̸̧̨̟̻̰͚̫̹̘̯̺̣͚̹̎.̴̛̛̻͙̭̼͇̲͎̻̳̮̥̈́̏͑̀͛̋̋͗̔̐͠.̶̭͇̲̪͔̫̮̬̖̗̋̇̾̆̃̐̒̀̑͂̑͝H̷̲͓̔́͒͗̂͋̎͐̔̕͝Ą̸̭̜̠̘͇̞̀̇̽̾̀̋͛͘͝Ĥ̷͍̣͈͍͎͈̝͎̙̩̝̥̩͎̱̊͗̏̋͝Ą̶̱̥̠̞̼̖̺͛̎̅̃́̀̊̑͊͋͛̾̈́͜Ḩ̴̘͚̮̖̳̯̽͊̊́̌͝͝A̴̧̛̬̺̳͓͊̓̋͑̈́̐͆̾͠͝h̴͎̬̪̱͔̿̌̀̃̂͋͋̎̈́̕͝A̵̜͈͂̈̈́̅͒̂̇͘Ḫ̵̳̪̻̍́̒̃̐̓͐͆̒̒̈̆͒͘͜͠Ą̶̫̝̋̏͐̾̈́̔̊Ḫ̶̢͉͒̈́̓͗͌̂̍̅͑̿̋͝ͅA̴̩̲̳͙͕̗̬͙͎͕̓͂̋͑͝͠ͅḨ̵̨̤͈̮̦͕͍̫̼̠͕̥̠̚ͅh̶̫͈͖̞̻̮̥̝͂̈̍͑̈́a̸̡̡̹͈̦̮͗̈́͛̂̐̍̾̈͊̚ͅh̸̛̪̣̮̠͈̭̻̖̬͌͛̾́̀̅͗̈́͐͠a̴̡͍͓̣͔̔̇̌͗̏́̿̍͋̈̽̂ͅh̴͓̦͕̙́͋̓̈̈́̃̔͝a̶̖̓̾͛͊̊ḥ̶̝͚̹̑̎̉̿Ạ̸̦͚̣̪̞̈́̿́̊̓̍͋̒ͅH̷̢̧̛͚͉̤̬̲͔̬̯̩̗̠͎̬̆̈́̽͆̆̊̎̓̕̕͘ the voices laughed, '̴̛̞̝̜̦͉̯͍̱̻̼͉̟̫̝̾̇͋͋̈́̕͠ͅh̵̩͍͚̣͂͐͒̅̌͑̂̐̃͝ę̸͈͍̮̻͚̮̰̣͈̤̲̺̾ḁ̴̢̡̢̰͎̜͇̦͈̥̣̹͈̈́̊̈́̽͑̽̑͝͝r̷̪̂̎̎̀̊̽͛͒͘͝ ̴̧̗̥̜̗̖̣̪̼̺̖͐͋̀͛̓̑͐͒͊̓̃͐͝t̷̡̧̘̬͉̮̖̬̳̬́͆̉̋̀̐̕͜h̵̨̝͎̠͛̉̾̓͑̑͆̈́̊a̸̡͎̤̹͕̯̼͈͚͍͐̐͑̀̈́̆̍͒̌̚ͅt̷̡͓͉̮̹͙̮̘̅́̑̚?̸̪̣̭̝̱̖̣̜͙͎̰͆̉͊̽͂̽̐ ̶̧̧̛̜̦̭̱͙͇͍̏͌͒̇́͋͋̈́̈́̐T̵͇̠̥̟̤̘̭̙̠̳͎̰̗̥̪̆̈̀̆̽͌̇̋̚̕͠h̷͉̦͑͆̍̽̓͑̊͗͐e̴͚̫̣̜̮̊̈́̐̋̓̀̀̔̈́̌́̊͑̀y̸̝̻̻̥͗͆̋̄̋͐̓̐̋̆͝͝'̶̡̬̩̠̤͈̔̿̚͠r̷̰͎͍̟͚̮͖͇͙͎͆ę̶̛͎͇͔̥̺̪̖̠̰̻̈̈̾̉̋̉̈́ ̸̢͍̙̱̟̠̪̱̣̐̈́́̃̐̌͂͌̓͘͝͝l̶̮̥͚͖̠͛̌̊à̷̡̺̞͎̳̼̻̥̈́̑̄̓ư̴̺̠̺̗̥̥͆͐̓̇͑̌̕͜͝ǵ̷̖̙̻̻͔̰̗͗̉͑̓̈́̿͐͋̏̉̂̄͠ḧ̵̢̜͖̲͉̯͖̗͎̬̤̤̤̿̆́̾̅̌̓̕į̶̹̤̗̳̗̙͉̝̔̌͑̊̏̐̏̑̔́͜n̸̡̙̱̣̭̬͙͉̽̓̔̑̉͋̎͝ͅg̵̠͈̼̥̞̳͎̥͆̾̊̆́̓̌́̋̉͊̕͝͝͠ ̶̨̛̙͔͍̣̩̙̭̈̾̎̇͌͒̊͒͒̈́͜a̷̡̳̠͔͚̥̩̯̦͂͛͌͜ͅt̶̢̮̳̗͉̘̼͋̽̇̋͂̎͊̋̊͛́̏̅̈́͘͜͜ͅ ̶̮̘̟́̔̎̍̐͆̋̃̊́̈̓̌̃̏y̴̢̢̩͇̞͈̱̬͚̦͈͐̐̇̽̋̽͗́́͜o̴̢̢̭̼̫̳̪̞̗̰͕͖͙͊͆͛̄͗̏̚͜͝͠ͅư̸̞̖͖̞͕̼̺͒̀̆́̐̀͐̒͂̈́̇̚͜͝͝!̵̡̛̭̹͓̱͎͓͉͙̟̖̃̍̀̄̈̕ ̶̪̲͔̰̖̅͆͗͠O̴͕̘̳͈̪͙͍̦͉͈͋̅͆̂̔̅ḣ̴̡̛̟͉̮̖̹͇̮̽́͒̏̌̀̈̄̊̀̕,̶̛̯͈̟͎̜̭̤̹͕̽̉͋̇̄̊̆̈́͗ ̸̧̧͎͓̹̝̫͈̐͂͒́́͛͘̚͝h̷̨̠̝̰̝̑͐ö̵̢͙̤̱͔͕̘̗̙̪͎̰̟́̈́͂͑͛͌͝w̷̪̖͍̐͋̍̈̍̈́͐̍̈́͊̏͘͜ ̸̡̪̠̰̥̟͕̖͖̖̼̋͒̓̋̃̊̑͂͛̌́̆̔̅̕t̴̛̪̰͚̟͖͚͛̌͐̈́̏͒̓h̷̞̜͍̜͇̱̹̘̗̲̖̭́͛̄̏̉̍̃̇̉̓͜͜͜͝ê̸̼̣̠ͅ ̵̺̦̖̘̩̼̤̬͓̈̃̓̔̓̕͜m̷̡̛̺̼̪̻̞̜̭̼̯̪͈̠̋̀́͋͑́̒̌̕ͅi̸̢̘̪͛g̵̯̿̀͆̍͌͛͆͊͗̋͊̚̚͝h̸̡̍͒͛̀̈́̈́͂̈́̆̋̎̊̋͗̚t̸̢͙͖̳̺͔̯̤̪̬̙̺̻͗́̈́̈̐̓̿̽̈́̋y̸̢̮͌̆̊̏̌͊̿͌̄̍͊͊ ̴͎͉̖̓͜h̸̛̹͎͇͕͖̗͌͂͌́̈́́̊̾́͊̚a̵̡̠̰̭̙͓̳͎͂̍v̸̨̖̰̩̫̰̮̤̮͖͒́̏͒͌̈́̂̐͗̃͛̚̕͝ę̵̰̖̦̬͙͗̌̓̉̂ ̷̨̩̼͖̼͙̖̫̭͓͇͈͋̏̏̍̓̀͜f̶͎̅̉̃̐͠a̷̧̢̧̲̺̜̹̱͉͇͖̲͂̀̅͑̿̈́͋͊̏͒͑̊̋̃̆ͅl̴̢̙̱̰̫͕̮̙̉̔̇̿͝l̶̞̺̰̾̎̽͂̑͋̃͐̌̄̉̚̚͜͝e̴̱̠͚̋̃̓̾͐̾̈̔̀͠n̷̡̩͉͇̩̮̦̳̪̭̪̄͋!̷̨̤̻̳̥̠̜̳̩̱͙͚̞͌̆̌͌͑̔̅͗́̒́͝'̴̗̝͙͑͂̍͌͝͝ ̵̻͓̱͉͎̬̳̤͖̣̱͖̪̇̌̚