My job sucks (Percy Jackson)

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   I woke up in a cell, and I instantly knew where I was. I was to fearful, I couldn't move. I was down in the basement, full of rotting bodies. I've been in here 3 times, and I already explained why. Down here, evil is embodied into Grey's brother. This place gives me nightmares worse than Tartarus ever did, and the idea itself was terrifying.

    Grey's brother walked in. He didn't look like Grey, except for his dark skin and coal like eyes. Grey's brother was full on muscle and no one gave him trouble because they were afraid of him. He gave no mercy or pity, which the cold truth is, it's better that way.

    When he tortured me, he puts a truth serum in me, and every hour, he will ask me if I learned my lesson, most of the time, I end up saying no, because I can't learn anything. It would take hours just for me to learn, but then I would almost make the same mistake again. I think somethings going to go wrong this time.

3rd person POV (at camp)

     Its only been a couple minutes since Percy was knocked out, and everyone saw the potential monster Percy can and has become. The way he showed no mercy for the way he was going to kill agent Rose and portrayed just how monstrous he had become. The man that knocked Percy out was tall, muscular, scary. There was no denying it, he hated Percy more than anyone else.

     "I'm not the only one thinking that Percy is a dead man, right?" Leo asked uncertainly. It was true, Percy's position didn't seem so great right now, and it was obvious that the man that knocked Percy out hit him hard, plenty hard enough for a severe concussion.

    "We all agree, Leo. I wonder what that remote did to Percy though, it obviously hurt him if he kept collapsing and spazzing." It was a scary sight, watching the 2 time saviour of Olympus beg for the pain to stop makes everyone shiver. What would happen to him as soon as he woke up? Nothing? Something? Everyone questioned this.

    "Cabin councillors, please come for a meeting in the big house." Chiron ordered before trotting to the big house.

-time skip (stupid auto correct!!)-

     "Wouldn't it just be better to leave him!" Jason said. They have been at this for hours now, and they were far from coming to an agreement.

     "They're going to turn him into a robot if we leave him there! He's already willing to kill without mercy! What if we leave him? He will become a war machine!" Annabeth shouted angrily. She may have cheated on Percy, but a small part of her still longs for him to hold her. She messed up bad, and she knew it. There was no turning back though.

    "If we interfere, they will easily track him! And then what? They could be torturing him right now! He risked his happiness just to keep the Greeks and Romans safe! He knew the risks!" Clarisse backed Jason up. As much as she didn't think Percy should be there, he did it to himself. He shouldn't have left camp in the first place.

     "And if we don't interfere? What if he gives up and just tells! We can't trust him forever, his loyalty will falter the longer he stays!" Piper argued. This was causing a massive fight, and a couple already broke up due to it. Jason and Piper broke up because Jason thought Percy as a sacrifice while Piper thought of Percy as a person who would give up.

    "It's only been a couple hours since he got captured again! We need to stop interfering. It's why he got tortured one time." Leo said. He was feeling most of the guilt, if he hadn't tried to track Percy, then he would've been better, but no, they didn't sense anything was wrong, they just thought Percy was avoiding them. The truth hit them hard. No wonder he was a teacher at 18. He's 18 now, as of 2 months ago.

     "As much as I hate to admit it, but Leo is right. If we keep interfering, Percy will end up slipping up and breaking cover. Percy also said he has never been in better shape, so the longer he stays, the better it is for all of us." Nico said.

    "But How was the guy able to get into camp. If he knew about us, why would Percy be stuck there?" Thalia asked. She and the hunters were staying at the camp for a few days, so Artemis can attend important meetings at Olympus.

      "Because he couldn't!" Annabeth said in shock before standing from her seat. "Or else we would've been caught long ago! He must've swore of Styx not to tell anyone, cause a few years ago, the gods were obsessed with making sure the mortals never found out. That's why. The demigods there can't!" Annabeth said certainly.

     "That's probably why those two came, they must've offered, cause although they are loyal to the gods, they must have something against Percy." Will said.

    "They might not even be loyal, they swore to only not tell mortals, so they could be working with the enemies." Hazel said quietly. Everyone stared at her in shock, processing the idea. "Did they swear loyalty?" Hazel repeated.

    "We will have to consult the gods, until then, it's time to relax." Chiron sighed, rubbing his head. Everyone could agree that they were getting headaches because of the arguing.

-back with Percy, his POV-

     I don't know how long I've been here. I laid on the ground tiredly, he asked me if I learned my lesson so many times, and put the serum in me so many times, I've lost count. All I wanted was sleep, blissful sleep, and to never wake up. All I knew was pain.

    "Have you learned your lesson?" He asked for what seemed like the millionth time. I couldn't bring myself to respond. But I knew the answer, same one that it has been for the last few hours.

    "H-how long? H-hours?" I choked out. I clutched my stomach and coughed out blood. He bent down and looked me in the eye, and he seemed almost as exhausted as I did, almost. He still had his same gleeful expression he always did when he got to torture me.

    "Oh we long passed hours. We're heading towards days! How long is it going to take? Just learn!" He shouted, putting another dose of truth serum into my neck. I tried to fight off the serum.

    "T-too long. I won't. Not a-any time soon." I coughed out weekly, wishing I was just able to keep my mouth shut.

    "Just make this easier for the both of us. I'm tired. Grey refuses to let me sleep, saying if you sleep, I will be fired, and I like me job, torturing you." He smirked evilly.

     "Like I would sleep." I said simply, struggling to speak. I refused to let myself stutter, it made me too weak.

    "Demigod dreams are a total setback, aren't they?" He laughed. My eyes widened in shock. Grey's brother was a demigod? Son of Ares? No, he isn't as rash and looks nothing like him. Not Aphrodite, not big three material.

    "Who is your godly parent?" I asked, struggling to push myself off the floor. He gave me breaks every once in a while, so he can sharpen his blades. Everything was blurry to me now, even trying to see straight would be a wasted effort.

    "Dionysus. Hate him, he didn't care for me. You know Dionysus is also the god of madness, right? Well, he ignored me ever since he found out that I had a thirst for violence, for madness. I have the power to make people go mad, one of his only children that can." He smirked proudly.

    "Yeah yeah, I-I don't r-really care." I panted, even sitting up is to much of an effort, but as soon as I am out of here, I will be shoved right back into my training.

    "Of course not, oh powerful son of Poseidon. To high and mighty. You are lucky I swore my loyalty to the gods, of not, then all of you would be dead." He smiled mercilessly.

    "I, I don't care for p-power. All I wanted was a n-normal l-life." I threw myself into another coughing fit. He laughed.

   "And now you are only lying to yourself. You craved power since that accident in Tartarus. Controlling her own poison, genius. Imagine if you could control blood! You could, if you wanted to." He grinned. My eyes widened, how did he know? Only Annabeth and very few others knew.

       "If I could, you would be dead." I grumbled loud enough for him to hear me. He slashed at my collar bone with with butter knife, which hurt more than a sharp knife. Butter knives were dull; so more force was used to push it into my skin.

    "Have you learned your lesson?" He asked one last time. I finally given up, I couldn't continue with this. That was the last blew.

   "Yes."