Riptide

Chapter 17

Percy POV

The room I woke up in was dark, and stank of blood.

Red light glowed around the room, illuminating me and the bars that stood in front.

Wait, bars?

Everything suddenly came back to me. The fight. Poison. Monsters. Stabbed.

Am I dead? How the Hades am I not dead?

"Norse Magic. We resurrected you and teleported you here."

I looked up to see Tartarus smirking down at me. I snarled and tried to lunge at him, but fire raced up my leg and I collapsed.

"Only healed your chest wound though. Your leg's practically destroyed though, may even need a new depending on how well this goes."

"What do you want from me?" I growled. Two Drykani, a blue eyed one and a black eyed one, emerged from behind him. Tartarus smirked.

"Your compliance."

The two Drykani picked me up and lugged me into the room next door. Red... stuff covered the floor and walls. In the centre stood a strange looking chair, surrounded by metal and blood.

It's not blood, it's not blood... who am I kidding of course it's blood.

"A little something designed by the Nazis in World War Two. Used to create compliance in their Super Soldiers. Updated of course, the technology they used is far too outdated." Said Tartarus as I was placed onto the chair.

My breath started to pick up considerably when I lied down, despite not even knowing what the chair did. Metal was strapped onto my body, the coldness biting into my skin.

"Kill to birds with one stone, I'd say. Makes you comply, and turns you into a super soldier." Said Tartarus as the final piece of metal was strapped down.

He turned the machine on.

I screamed.

---Time Skip---

"Your name is Ippótis. You are eighteen years old and you have served us for as long as you can remember."

I looked up to see something kneeling down at me. Purple flesh covered ripped muscles that ran across its body, ending at hands tipped with sharp, black claws. A grey helmet covered a swirling void that was supposed to be its head, with blood red eyes that seemed to stare into my soul.

"My name is Tartarus. I am your master, and you only respond to me or your trainers, the Drykani."

My name is Ippótis, and he is my master. Who were the Drykani?

"You are an assassin. You kill for us. You also have the power to control water. The Drykani will teach you to use it later."

Two people picked me up and placed me onto a nearby bench. Both were girls. One of them was short, with white hair that contrasted against their black eyes, while the other was tall, with brown hair and blue eyes.

"Now, Ippótis, do you remember anything about the Greeks?"

Tartarus spent the next hour telling me about the Greeks and who he was. The cursed gods that had stopped the glorious golden age from happening, that it was mine and the Drykani's jobs to bring it about for once and for all. Gaia, the primordial that had been Master's wife before she was brutally murdered.

The demigod who did it was dead though. I had apparently killed him.

Afterwards, the two girls lead me into another room. This one was large, with several machines and mats that lay splattered around the room. Racks filled with an assortment of weapons lined the walls, ranging from a sword to a gun. A large whiteboard stood in the corner.