The Mutated Sea( A Percy Jackson/Maximum Ride Crossover)

Chapter 30✔️

Percy POV
I'd lost track of how many days it had been. The cell had no windows, so we never saw the light of the sun, moon, or stars. It was just a continuous stay, in a dank cubicle with mold growing on the walls.

If you're confused by the term "we," Raven was with me, too. Apparently, when both of us disappeared, we had been teleported. Whatever had happened when Ari died was still a confusing blur of images and voices. A random guard easily took advantage of us during our disorientation, cuffing our wrists and throwing us into a cage smelling of death and decay. We didn't even see his face or skin, beacuse he was covered from head to toe in a thick, scratchy cloth. Our captor even had a mask over his face, which made breathing noises every so often like an oxygen mask.

We weren't given any food or water, so I was starting to get horribly hungry, and fast. Our teleportation had had some consequences, and throwing up my breakfast had been one of them. Sadly, no food was offered to satiate our hunger. We were just left to lay on our sides, conserving as much energy as possible.

I had already walked around the cell a while ago. Checking for cracks, crevices, or any ways of escape. There was no toilet either, so using the bathroom was incredibly embarrassing for each of us. We tried holding it for as long as we could, but our bladders weren't infinite. After a couple days of this, the room started smelling even worse than before. Rank and sour.

The time spent gave me an opportunity to think. What ifs of all kinds sprouted in my head, worrying me all the more. Why were we here? What did Tartarus want with us? If he wanted us dead, he would've killed us by now. So why were we stuck here, slowly dying of thirst and starvation? Did his personal vendetta against me have to do with this? Did he want to watch Raven and I die painful deaths?

"What do you think's going to happen to us?" Raven asked me. She was lying on her side, which was her usual position these days. I couldn't help but be reminded of how dire our situation was, noticing how gaunt and pale her face was starting to look.

"I don't know," I responded. "If I had to guess, it's going to be something personal."

Raven seemed confused. "Personal?"

"He's been after Annabeth and I since escaping him. All of this is some kind of revenge plot he's concocted for us escaping him that day. Cheating death," I explained, albeit not very well. Raven was dumbfounded now, and her eyes were wide. She must've realized my part to play in all of this, and had multiple questions.

I ended up telling her about Tartarus with Annabeth, and our confrontation with the god. I told her about Bob and Small Bob; the titan and spartus who sacrificed their lives for us. It was hard to talk about, being that it was such a harrowing experience. But Raven was a good listener, and didn't say anything when I was done. She just looked at the floor, processing everything I had said silently.

We became quiet again, but our environment changed. Footsteps started near our vicinity, and were soon explained by a group of guards making an appearance. Except, these guards had on suits with masks over their heads, just like the first one. Breathing masks and oxygen tanks were secured around their bodies like a lifeline. All of them held tasers and guns around their waist, ready for use.

With the clank of many keys, the door was unlocked with sturdy hands. It creaked open, and I found myself hopping upwards, despite the cuffs rubbing into my hands. It might've been unfair, but I was ready for a fight.

The gruff men noticed our body language with laughs.

"Grab them!" The one who I assumed was leader ordered.

Two of the guards came at me with lightning fast speed. It surprised me, how these mortals were able to move so quickly.

I dodged the first punch, then ducked from the second man's attack. It was a fast fight, and my reflexes were on overload. I could see that Raven had joined the fight as well, kicking one of our captors in the gut.

Something wasn't right, though. These people, whoever they were, weren't normal. They were strong and super fast, with incredible endurance. Because of these factors that I took into account, I expected them to overwhelm us.

It was ten to two, and we had no weapons. The familiar sting I knew all too well overcame me. One of them had managed to tase me, and it made me vulnerable. I started thinking about a hurricane, urging it to come to life. I felt a small tug in my gut, but all I felt was a small gust of wind and some sprinkles.

"Looks like those cuffs are working," One of the guards said in satisfaction, noticing my failure.

I realized what he meant, and started cursing in ancient Greek. My powers weren't gone like they had been at the School, but they were now being limited by these handcuffs.

Another taser hit me from behind, and I involuntarily shook under the pain. I collapsed to the ground, with my hands not there to break the fall. My wounded shoulder took it instead, and the landing was agonizing.

The guards lifted me up while I gasped for breath. Sweat streaked down my forehead, and into my eyes. I saw Raven, who had been defeated as well. Her temple held a newly bloodied mark, and one of her legs were bent at an awkward angle.

"Where are we going?" I groaned, barely able to speak.

I was being held by three of them, who had bigger grips than Clarisse La Rue herself. In a vain attempt to get away, I tried making a decent struggle.

"Shut up, pretty boy!" A bearded one hollered, as I was pulled off the ground and into the arms of the most muscular man I had ever seen.

We went down dark hallways and stairs. Raven was off to the side, with another man carrying her figure. I couldn't tell if she was still conscious, but her head lolled around like she wasn't. I found myself worried about her, and wishing death upon all of these beings.

I cursed myself, for getting into another situation as this. Annabeth would be heartbroken upon finding out; once again. She would hate herself for leaving me to interrogate Ari alone.

For trusting me.

I tried pushing the thoughts away, and focused on the pain in my arm. My mental anguish was something I needed to forget if I wanted to get out of here alive.

After a minute or two, we came upon a set of double doors. They opened up with a loud creak, revealing a sickening sight ahead. The all too familiar hot, poisonous gas immediately entered my lungs. I gasped, feeling the burn in my chest. The men around us were unfazed by it, breathing in fresh oxygen through their masks.

That wasn't the only thing that shocked me.

Sitting in a throne, just yards away, was the god I feared the most.

"Hello, Perseus Jackson," Said Tartarus with a leering smile. "How did you like your accommodations?"

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If you couldn't tell before, I'm making my chapters a bit smaller. I will still be writing the same amount of words, just with more parts. I feel like reading one part for what seems like an eternity can be boring.

Also, I'm going to be updating daily this week. Except for when I get my wisdom teeth out, I might not.

We'll see!