At Mercy to the Sea ［Rewriting］

[UNEDITED] XXVI- A pile of dead bodies

Annabeth POV

The first thing I register is that something smells, really bad. The stench fills my lungs and it makes me want to gag.

I would throw up but I fell sore to the core and I barely have any energy. Something I did drain all of it. My chest was panting heavily even though I didn't remember doing much.

When I open my eyes the scenery didn't change much than before. It was still an empty blank space of darkness. The only difference was that there was a small shimmer of dim light through my peripheral vision.

When I muster my energy to reach out my hands I felt another's fingers brush against my tips.

Except for their fingers were as cold as the Antarctic. Something was very wrong with where ever I am now. I needed to get out of here as soon as possible.

I reach out another hand my hands gripping tight trying to get out the heavyweight that presses against me.

My hand grips on a collection of tangles strands of string. No. Not string hair.

My heart skips a beat as the clues click in place.

I push my way out of the pile of bodies as soon as I can. A pile of dead bodies.

When I push my way out of the pile my knees crumble on the ground. My breath is heavy, panting at lightning speed.

The room is dark only the hallway outside offered a little outline of light. When I look at the light it stings my eyes as if I was looking directly at an inferno.

My eyes were still adjusted to the dark so when I turned back I could see the lifeless forms of bodies. All stacked up in a pile.

Some of them looked like they were in enteral sleep, others their eyes where open still gleaming with fear.

All of them were different some wore the clothes of a maid or a palace worker. Other wore the uniform of a palace guard. A handful was draped in flowing fabric that still looked graceful at death.

I wanted to scream as loud as I could, screaming for someone to come help me. I wanted to scream but it seemed like I lost my voice.

I need to get out of here. My hands reach out to the door, my fingers fumbling around trying to get a grip on the handle.

When I twist it I expected it to be locked. To my dismay, the handle turned with my hand and I pushed the door open.

I guess no one cares enough to lock a door full of dead people. I'm not dead though so why was I in a room full of dead people?

The light from the hallway blinded me. I put my hands up shielding myself from the dull light.
Even though it was dim, it still hurt like crazy.

I wander down the halls, my footsteps stumbling over each other. I leaned against the wall for support every so often when my legs gave out. I don't care how I got here, but I need to get out.

The supports of the wall where slowly decomposing, mold grew from every angle. When I looked up there was still dirt as out walls and ceiling.

The only thing that stopped the whole ground from caving in on everyone is the old breaking wooden supports.

Mud was dripping down from the ceiling splattering onto the floors.

My voice croaks quietly barely audible "Someone please help me."

The hallways seemed empty as no one replied. Not even a creak or a whisper of a mouse.

I stopped at a door with multiple locks. It seemed to demand attention. The looks where clearly visible but they were all open. It was quiet inside the room.

Curiosity is an important thing in your everyday life. When you are in a mysteries underground prison it isn't the best.

After all, it is probably what is going to get you killed. The same thing that killed the cat.

When I reached my hand out to the door handle. I didn't stop to consider if this was going to get me killed. Even though I desired to get out of here -see the shining light of the sun- I already considered myself dead.

The damp air from inside mysterious the cell was made the heavy feeling growing in my chest grow larger. The air smelled like a mix of swamp water and a hint of sewage.

I pushed the door a little wider, the light from the hallway flooded into the room like a spotlight. The light gathered together in a corner illuminating a person in the corner in chains.

He looked up at me his eyes filled with rage. After a few seconds, his gaze softened and it turned into sadness with a glaze of fear over his face.

"Percy," I whisper softly to him. My mouth started moving talking to him even though my brain hasn't registered who he is.

His eyes stare at me more intensely a single tear drips down his cheek. "Annabeth."

The world fills up a small hold in my heart. I held the name close to me filling a little of my confusion.

My name is Annabeth and this Percy knows who I am.

"I don't care what dark magic he did to bring you back but I'm glad I get to see you again."
I scrunch my eyes together --thinking. Dark magic? I was gone?

My eyes narrow studying him closer. Even though it's obvious that he is being held prisoner it doesn't make sense why he looks so lifeless.

I needed to help him. I know that my chances of making it out were already small but with him along... it just became smaller. I need to help him, even though I not really sure who he is, he feels really dear to me.

"Let's get you out of here."

Whoever tortured him did a great job. They must have left him so broken that they believed that didn't even need chains. I pulled him over my shoulders he weight making my knees collapse.

Footsteps slowly creep from the hallway outside making my heart jump. The person's steps through the open doors.

"Percy, I see you still have enough life to try to escape." I could feel him smiling at me even though it seems that I am invisible. "I'm afraid that I can't let you do that."

I look up at him when my eyes meet his, his face goes rigid.

"Luke," I mutter softly, a layer of sadness laced around his name.

What's up with me knowing people I don't recognize?

"Annie."

"Please help me."

I think that he cares about me. Maybe he can help.

"I won't help him." He gives me a sad smile. "But I hope to make everything up to you, so I will help you."