At Mercy to the Sea ［Rewriting］

[UNEDITED] XXVII- As long as we're together

Percy POV

There is definitely something wrong with Annabeth. When I look at her I see her body. When I look at her I see the same shine. But why does everything seem so wrong?

She seems more distant than before. It is like she doesn't even know me or who she is. She trusts people more than she ever did before.

The thing that bothers me the most more than anything is that I know she should be dead. She should have those lifeless eyes, she should have that still body, but she doesn't.

When she supports the weight of my body on her shoulders I expect her to collapse. I would tell her to leave me and escape, but I know that she would never leave so I don't try. My torturer lays on the other side of me lifting part of my body weight. I would walk but I feel like a million needles stabbed through my body and absorbed my energy.

When I look into his eyes, I could see the anger and hatred burning through the current blue tint of his eyes. I could swear that his eyes were a raging shade of gold before. His hands are itching to grab the hilt of his sword and finish me off. The only thing that stops him is whatever history he has with Annabeth.

"Percy, It's going to be ok." Her soft voice whispers, her voice sends goosebumps down my spine, giving me an unnatural feeling.

"I know, everything will be ok as long as we're together." Don't get me wrong I still love her.

"We need to find some help if we are going to escape. We can't take on a whole army with just the three of us." Luke's voice is deep. When I concentrate on his voice I feel like I'm falling though an endless pit.

"Luke, you work here right?" Annabeth asked him, "You probably know who you can trust and who you can't."

"Annabeth, have you learned yet? The first lesson of life is that you can't trust anyone." He sighs, "I don't know for sure but I think there is someone that you might be able to trust."

He led us down the spiraling hallways into a little corridor at the end of the base. There was something that had the similarities of a shack. The frame of the little room as made of old eroded wood and centered in the middle was an old door. The handle was made of scrap metal and you can see nails sticking out of the sides.

Luke put his hand onto the spikey handle unfazed by all the nails sticking out between his fingers. Inside of the little room was an office, the edges of the room were all blurred and my mind was still buzzing from whatever he did to me before.

I wasn't going to tell Annabeth, I don't want her to be worried for me.

"Robert, we need your help."

A giant man in the center of room looked up, there was a broom his hand. I could tell from his voice that he was smiling.

"How many times do I need to tell you, call me Bob."

Annabeth's voice piped up, "Bob, we need your help. Is there a doctor or someone with medical knowledge that can help us? We need him to see one as soon as possible."

"There is one that would possibly keep your secret, but around here you can't trust anyone."

The constant pain that has been buzzing through my mind, suddenly overwhelmed me. My legs went numb as I collapse even deeper onto the floor. The insides of my body feel like they are being melted. It seemed like a thousand curses were pile upon me. I doubled over, shuddering and retching, it seemed like a dozen fiery snakes seemed to chew away at my living corpse.

I could hear Annabeth's voice but it now sounded more than a million miles away. Her voice sounded urgent, "It doesn't matter we need help now."

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Drifting, that's the only way I can describe how I felt. I just kept drifting around an empty black place, there was no destination I was just drifting. In the back of my subconscious, I could a soft calming murmuring. Even though I couldn't really understand them I knew that they were encouraging me to escape this state.

A warming liquid flows down my throat, filling me with a fuzzy feeling all over. I gulp down the broth every time it goes down my throat, when the broth escapes from me I urge for more. Soon I could feel my body and my head was a little more clear.

My eyes flutter open and I see Annabeth standing by my side. I give her a lopsided smile, "Feel great"

My eyes grow heavy again as soon as I open them but this time it wasn't painful it was more of a calming sensation of sleep. There were soft whispers in the back of my head, I can make out the quiet words spoken by the people around me.

The voice was deep but it seemed warm and kind. "A few hours of sleep," they pronounced. "He'll be good as new."

I could hear Annabeth's voice it was filled to the brim with relief. "Thank you"

"Oh, don't thank me. You are still doomed. And I require payment for my services."

There was a tint of worry when she talked. "Uh...what sort of payment?

"A story."

As I was drifting off I could still hear a glistening of joy in his voice, "It gets quite boring in this underground facility. You can tell me your story while we eat, eh?"

When she told the story, she told about her childhood, her family, and her time with me. As I listened I could feel what her life must have been like and that urged me more to be with her. It doesn't matter that she is sposed to be dead. It doesn't matter that she is now someone I don't understand anymore. It doesn't' matter that it seems like she doesn't know me.

All that matter is that we are now together, and I intend for us to be together as long as humanly possible.