Percy doesn't open his eyes or uncover his ears until they stopped walking. He doesn't know where they ended up, but he can no longer hear the constant screams or see the river. "Where-" his voice was hoarse from his earlier screaming.
"Home." They answered, looking down at him with his solid gold eyes. "Its alright now Percy. I've got you."
It was him, Kronos, his grandfather. Percy didn't know why he was surprised to see him there, he had killed him and he had known even then that Kronos would end up there. But why was he being so nice?
Kronos pushed Percy back into his chest, limiting his vision to just the older mans chest plate as he brought Percy inside. He assumed that the man did it so that he wouldn't be able to easily escape. Why didn't he just kill me?
Percy clenched his fists as well as he could against his chest. I have to escape. He tried to move but the Titans arms were too tight to move much. "Stop struggling." Kronos scolded, readjusting his grip on Percy's fragile body. "I won't let you escape so there's no point."
No point my ass. Percy growled under his breath. He would escape, he would close the doors. If not for his old friends and family then for the rest of the world.
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Broken (P.J)
FanfictionPercy was alone in the dark, sinking in the voices of the deceased, of the people he couldn't save and of the people he had. Then someone saves him, they pull him out. Warning: Words that could trigger readers are used (Whore, Slut, fag ect).
