ωμέγα (Omega)

Chapter Γ

He had given up. No fighting, no hope, just pain. Pain and fear. He would do anything to stop the pain, anything but one thing. The one thing Tartarus wants him to do. Betray his friends, betray his Wise girl. He just had to give his torture to Annabeth and he would be off of the radar for one or two days, but he couldn't, he wouldn't. He wouldn't betray his fatal flaw. He was weak. He laid on the cold floor, drenched in blood and too weak to even lift his head. He shook from pain and fear, waiting for the pit to come and torture him again. He should have died long ago, his injuries too lethal to survive, but Tartarus wouldn't let him, not yet. He would keep him alive, the fragile body of a broken boy. His lips were split from dehydration and he could see his rips through the torn shirt. When was the last time he ate something? Two month ago? Three? He should have died and sometimes he wanted to, but then he would think of the beautiful girl who was with him in this hell hole. She had to go through torture too, physically and mentally, but she didn't give up, so he wouldn't either. Tartarus scarred him, but he had people worth living for. When had he seen his mother the last time? When had he had time to go on a date with Annabeth? He would do all those things again, but he first had to survive this tormenting and torture. Percy wasn't sure if he would ever be the same again. He would have PTSD, that's for sure, his nightmares would hunt him and he would be scared of being alone, alone in the darkness. Every sound would be Tartarus entering his cell and he would flinch by every touch, but he would recover after some time, he was sure of it. His physical state was something completely different. He would be scarred for ever, his scars as a reminder of his torture. He wouldn't be able to fight like before, his hands broken way too often, and the scars that would remain from his time on the cross would always be visible for him. That was the worst thing he had been through since he came here, the humiliation and pain in the arena and the two days after that. Monsters had come every hour to torture him, laughing at his pain. He wouldn't be able to take a shower or change without seeing the words carved deep into his skin. He wouldn't be able to live like before again. He would be scarred, but he would heal after some time, he was sure of it.

Luke POV:

The pain was almost unbearable, but I had felt worse. I had died after all, and I wanted to never feel that pain again. I wasn't quite sure if I was alive or not, but since I wasn't at Charon's ferry, I guessed I had survived the fall. Stupid giant. First, he is interrupting Percy's an- Percy! Where is he? I forced my eyes to open and groaned in pain. Everything hurt. I tried to lift my head, but a wave of nausea hit me and I almost puked. I laid down for a few moments and tried to catch my breath. After I was sure I could move without almost blacking out, I slowly rose to my knees. It hurt, but I couldn't just lay around, doing nothing. As I looked down, I saw something sticking out of my body. I almost puked again, only the amount of broken bones I've had seen stopping me. I carefully leaned against a wall and searched my pockets for Ambrosia. I found nothing and sighed. Of course they would take it away. My two swords weren't there either and my other hidden weapons were all taken from me, too. I looked around and noticed the chains around my legs. I let my head drop in my hands. I have never felt so useless before.  I have lost Percy, was defenceless and imprisoned in a little cell without a way out. I just wished I wasn't alone. As if on cue, the bars from my cell opened, making a hole big enough for a person to fit through. Sadly, it wasn't anyone I wanted to see who entered. It was a boy with white hair and pale blue  highlights. His features were elegant but cruel and his eyes held a cold look in them. I instantly knew who he was. Arallana had told enough storys about him. He was Alex, Lana's and Fenja's brother. "So, you are the boy my sister fell in love with, huh?" He spoke quietly, but his voice echoed through my prison. I didn't answer, I just stared at him. "Are we a little shy?", he taunted, leaning down to me. I laughed dryly. "Not really, you're just not worth my time." I smirked slightly. Alex raised both eyebrows and stood up again. "I see why she likes you so much. You've got fire, but that won't do you any good in here." And as an afterthought he added: "The other one had fire too, but I don't think he talks back now." The other one? Wh- Percy! "Where is he?" I was surprised at how cold my voice sounded. Alex smirked. "You wanna see him? Be my guest." He unsheckled me and pulled me rough to my feet. I almost cried out as my side send waves of pain through me, but I bit my lip and glared at the other boy. "What? Did that hurt?" The mockery was really getting on my nerves. Seeing that I wouldn't reply, he pushed me down a narrow floor, muttering something about rude prisoners and the lack of small talk here? What? While we walked, I catched a glimpse of two people. One wore an obsidian mask. It was a male and he was leading a girl down a corridor. The girl was pretty beaten up and limped slightly. I couldn't see her face, but she seemed familiar. Before I could think more about it, Alex dragged me out of their sight. We stopped infront of a door. Suddenly four lines of the prophecy popped up in my head.

The former traitor a hero he safes,
Torture together they will have to face.
All hope is lost with missing trust,
Protect each other for dear life they must.

Looks like it comes true now. I sighed deeply. Alex pushed the door open and I was dragged into the little room behind it. I wanted to puke again (What's that with me and puking?) Percy laid on the ground, a dark figure hovering above him. Alex kneeled. "My Lord Tartarus, the other boy." The being turned to look at me and I took a step back. I was afraid, no denying that. He was big and darkness surrounded him. "Ah, I see. The host of Kronos. Very interesting." I clenched my fists and took a deep breath. "Leave Percy alone," I said, my voice challenging. Tartarus turned his head to the son of Poseidon. He had managed to prop himself against a blood stained wall and was breathing heavely, but he had a look of determination in his eyes. "Why should I leave Mr. Jackson over there alone? It's so much fun to make him scream." Percy looked as sick as I felt. My hands shook, but I knew what I had to do. "Take me." Percy's mouth fell open and he had shock written all over his face. I answered his unspoken question. "I want to make up for all the things I did." He bit his lip, but said nothing. Tartarus seemed to consider the proposal. "Why would I take you?"
"I killed your step-son."
The pit nodded slowly. "Fine, but know that you have brought this upon yourself." I was pushed to the ground.

"There are two kinds of pain. Physical and mental pain. Which one is more affective, what do you think?" I didn't respond. Tartarus kicked my already broken ribs, and I gasped in pain, caughting up blood. "Answer!" I shook my head. Tartarus clenched his fists in anger, but grinned after a few seconds of silence. "Why don't we try mental torture? What do you think?" My heartbeat quickened, but I kept quiet. Tartarus crunched down on eye level with me and lifted my chin. "Let's see how much you can take." His voice send shivers down my spine. The pit placed a finger on my forehead and I gasped as everything went black.
(Change to 3rd person's POV)
Tartarus stood next to the pale boy who laid infront of him, now out cold. This was the first time he tried this and he was positive that this would affect Luke more than physical torture. He smiled satisfied as the demigod wimphered. He tossed in his sleep and a single tear rolled doen his cheek. "No, no. Please don't," he whispered as more tears started to flow. Tartarus laughed silently. Seeing his mother go crazy again was affecting Luke more than he had thought. He created a little ball of dark energy in his hand and let it flow into his prisoner's head. Why don't we show him all the demigods he had killed while hosting Kronos? An ear splitting scream erupted in the prison and the primordial grinned. He had just began.

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Outside the prison, three girls landed on the ground next to a big waterfall after going through a portal. One had used too much power and collapsed promptly. One girl with blond hair and grey eyes catched her and turned to the other girl. "Let's hide her somewhere." The buff looking girl nodded. "Maybe there is a cave behind the water?" The two girls carried the other one forward and sure enough, they found a cave. They laid her down and Annabeth sighted. "Let's go. She will come after us once she's awake."
"Fine, but where is the entrance?"
The blonde girl bit her lip. "At the bottom of the waterfall."
Clarisse's eyes widened. "Great," she said, sarcasm lacing her words. The two half-bloods took a deep breath and jumped.