ωμέγα (Omega)

Chapter γ

Thunder POV:

I watched sadly as Omegas eyebrows scrunched together in fear. Or maybe it was pain. I couldn't tell. I took his hand and sighed. He refused to tell me what his dreams were about, but I had my suspicions. He never told us what had happened down in the pit, but the scars said enough. We just saw those on his arms, but they were worse enough. I looked down at him. He wimphered silently and I had to prevent the tears from spilling. He was like my brother, and it pained me to see my brother in pain. I wondered what really happened down there. Annabeth told us once that she wanted to die, just because he was in so much pain. She cared back then. He almost died down there, but she didn't tell us more, because she said that it was his decision to tell us what exactly happened to him. I wish he would trust me with the knowledge what he has been through. Suddenly there was a smell I knew far too well. The metallic smell of blood. Slightly panicked, I pushed down his hood and gasped at the blood-oozing cut that appeared on his forehead. What the hell was happening? He was fine just a minute ago. Ok, he did lost consciousness, but he wasn't hurt, at least physically. A scream tore through his lips, as his bedsheet turned red. I turned him around as careful as I could and lifted his hoody, and what I found was terrifying. Wounds that looked a lot like whip marks covered his back. Some old, and one or two new and bloody. A 'T' was burned into his left shoulder blade and a 'G' on his right. Other scars I couldn't place covered his lower back. Some weren't even fully healed. One was definitively from a knifelash which went straight through the bone. I almost puked, but Percy wimphered again, this time more pained than fearful. I helplessly watched as another whip mark appered on his back. I squeezed his hand tight. Why was this happening to him. The loyal, idiotic Kelp head. Silent tears were running down my face and I kept on crying, while he kept on whimpering and screaming.

OMEGA POV:

I found myself chained to a wall in a very familiar cell. The stone walls were stained red with dried blood. My dried blood. My breath quickened, and I began to pull on the chains to no avail. Why was I here again? Tears threatened to spill, but I pulled myself together. Do not cry. Do not cry. Do not cry. The door creaked open, and without looking I knew who entered my cell. He chuckled. "Is that fear I smell?" I didn't answer. I could hear his steps coming closer, and my heartbeat sped up. I wasn't afraid of many things, but he made me shiver in fear. I kept my head down. I knew what would happen if I looked into his eyes. He grabbed my hair, and forced my head against the wall. I wimphered quietly at the impact. He leaned forward and whispered: "It's good to see you again, sea spawn."
"I can't say the s-same thing about you?" I replied, trying and failing to keep the quiver out of my voice. He laughed again. The evil laugh that hunted my dreams. "I know you are afraid Jackson. Don't deny it." I shivered as his breath touched my skin. I wasn't afraid. I was terrified. The last time I was here, I had Annabeth with me. She was my anchor, the only reason I stayed sane. "I can't hold you here for long, which is a shame, but we will have fun for at least a few hours." I shrunk further into the wall, but he just laughed at my attempt to get away from him. He took out a long blade with a black and gold leather handel and brushed it against my cheek. I squeezed my eyes shut. I knew this blade. "I see you recognize the dagger," he said, his voice filled with malignancy. It was the same dagger he used to push down my spine as I was down here the first time. I couldn't move for days and was helplessly as he tortured me day after day, until he finally healed me enough to move again. He made a small cut on my cheek with the cursed blade. I still refused to look at him. The last time I looked at him without permission, I got extra. And even if I hated myself for being this weak, I was too afraid to raise my head. He cut my forehead with a smooth move, nothing I couldn't handle, but it still stung. The blood that ran into my eyes wasn't helping my situation and the metallic smell that made me want to throw up neither. With a snip of his fingers, I was unbound and he grabbed me by my hair again. I was dragged to the middle of the room. He forced me to my knees and I winced as my skin tore apart on the rough ground. Suddenly my wrists were bond to the ground, my back facing Tartarus, and I got the sickening feeling I knew what was about to come. I pulled on the chains, my brain clouded in fear. I knew how barbaric his whippings were. I had experienced it, and each time I had come out half dead. He chuckled at my fear, and the silent tears that were running down my face. "You know what will happen, Perseus. Just wait until I get to you in the real world, then we can spend millennia together." And then he brought the whip down. A searing pain flared through my body, but I refused to scream. I made no sound, I just let the tears flow down my face, as my body shook in pain. The next blow was worse. I could almost hear the skin on my back tearing apart, and with the feeling of being pulled apart molecule by molecule, I let an ear piercing scream escape my lips. He seemed satisfied, and ran his finger down the long whip mark. This time I could prevent myself from screaming, but I still wimphered in pain as I hung limp in the chains. He licked the blood from his finger. My blood. "Will you beg for mercy?", he asked mockingly. I grittened my teeth. "Rot in hell."
"I'm hell idiot."
"Well than, rot in yourself. You are ugly enough," I spat. Wrong thing to say. Anger flashed in his eyes, and he brought the whip down again, the glass attached to it digging deep into my skin. I let another scream rang through the cold cell, as I slowly lost consciousness. Tartarus' laugh still in my ears and the fear anchored in my bones.

I awoke with a gaps. My back hurting like Hades, and my head feeling as if someone had hit it with a hammer. I looked up to see a panicked Jason over me. He wrapped his arms around me as the tears began spilling again, and I sobbed. I sobbed because of Tartarus, I sobbed because I had to go back to earth and I sobbed because of Annabeth and her betrayal. Thunder, who laid me on my stomach after I calmed down a bit asked, concern clearly in his voice, "What happened? And don't say 'nothing'. I won't let you push me away again. Someone hurt you, and I want to know who and why." His eyes had an angry look in them. Not angry at me, but at the one who hurt me, so I told him what happened. I told him everything. While I talked, he cleaned my wounds and bandaged them. "H-he used the knife Jason." I said, my voice breaking. I almost chuckled at his surprised face as I said his real name. Almost. "He knew that I was afraid of that blade. He used it as I was down there with Ann- her. I-it hurt. It hurt so badly. The first time he used it, I couldn't move at all. He s-shoved it down my spine. Slowly, twisting, so I could feel as much pain as possible. It was the first time I begged. I b-begged him to stop. To kill me. I was helpless. I couldn't get away from him. Jason, I wanted to die because it hurt so much. He had complete control over me. He managed to make me fear my own doma..." I stopped. I had said to much, but I just wanted to talk to someone. Jason looked shocked. "He made you fear your own domain? B-but I thought you were already afraid of drowning?" He got quieter in the end. I swallowed. I didn't want him to know, but I knew it would crash me someday, if I didn't tell anyone. "Not of drowning. Of water. I was afraid of water. I'm over it now, most of the time at least. There are days I'm afraid of taking a shower, or using my powers. Of course he hadn't had all the fun alone. Polybotes was the one who helped him most of the time. He wanted his revenge, and he wanted to show my father that even his children can drown, and be hurt by water." Thunder's expression turned from shock to pained to furious. "I'm going to rip them to shreds," he threatened, but as he looked at me, his eyes softened. "Do you want to tell me what exactly happened with the water?" I shook my head weakly. Jason smiled slightly and whispered, "It's okay. Should we go back to the others, or do you want to rest?"
"We have a war meeting going on, so I would say we return to it." He looked at me worriedly. "I'm fine. Just pure some water on my back," I said,
slightly annoyed. "Are you sure?" I sighed. "I'm not going to break down just because I touch water. I'm over my fear of water. I told you." He glanced one last time at me, and left to get the water. A few minutes later he returned, and I sighted in relieve as the cold liquid ran over my back, closing the wounds of the whip lashes, and washing away the blood . The pain was still there, but it was bearable. "There will be scars," muttered Thunder. "Only a few in a sea of them," I replied and slipped my hood back on. In the door frame I turned to my cousin and said, "No word, to anybody." He nodded and we left my room, along with the bloody memories.
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A/N: This is my first time I write torture scenes, so don't judge me. I tried to write it as authentic as possible, because I think even Percy isn't strong enough not to scream while being tortured. Thanks.
(Can you black out in a dream??)