Do Not Go Gentle

Luncheon Funions

OMG I'm sorry I haven't updated in the past few weeks! I've been busy with final projects and papers in my college classes as the semester is coming to a close. I swear the professors wait until the end of the semester to give you all the homework and assignments, and it really pisses me off. Oh well. Here's a longer chapter for you, thank you so much for reading, adding this story, and commenting! It really makes my day.

Feel free to check out my new story, Pawn. It's an original, and it's really my first time ever posting something like that. Please let me know what you think! I have a preview of Pawn at the end of this chapter for any of you who are interested!

Cheers!

Ally Layne.

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"Persephone Jackson. Oh, how the mighty have fallen!"

I looked up at the dark specter in front of me with gritted teeth. Blood oozed from cuts that littered my face, mostly from the empousi that had been following Annabeth and I ever since we landed in this place. However, at the moment I didn't know where Annabeth was, and I doubted that she was safe.

"Your friend will be meeting her demise at the hands of my lovely children, Jackson. You are out of options. Bow down to me, and I will let you die peacefully."

I couldn't tell where the voice was coming from. There was a dark mist-like figure that was solitary in front of me, and I was being restrained by what must have been its minions. I found myself wishing Annabeth was with me—she would know what this monster was.

If you know what something is, you can kill it, I told myself.

"From what I've heard you're normally a lot more talkative, Jackson. Hmmm... I guess I'm going to have to use some other methods to have a decent conversation."

I was forced into a lying position, and my mouth was forced open by some unseen force. The specter moved forward like a wolf stalking its prey. I didn't need to be able to see the specter's face to know the demeaning grin that must have taken over.

"How many teeth do you think will get you to squeal?"

Teeth?

My eyes widened as I started to struggle against the restraints. No way this dude was going to be doing that to me, I was so not a fan.

I tried to speak, but whatever the dark mass was doing it was keeping me from making a sound. So much for having a decent conversation, I thought. This thing probably just wants me to suffer.

"If you want to speak, Persephone, you're going to have to mean it."

I struggled even more. I mean it. I swear, I mean it.

Darkness spilled into my mouth. I screamed. No sound could be heard in the dark cavern.

The specter only chuckled.

Pain riddled my senses, and I could feel a pop in my mouth as a bottom tooth was pulled. I could taste the blood that immediately filled my mouth, and pool up in the back of my throat. My screams kept me from swallowing, and instead, I started to choke on the blood.

The darkness only laughed at me.

...

My eyes opened as soon as my ears registered the screams that riddled my rooms, and I found myself sitting up in bed with my sheets strewn all over the floor around the bed. Gerds was going to be pissed.