Batman's Legacy

Part 6

Nice going there, Jackson, Percy chided himself. Absolutely brilliant.

"Perseus," Tartarus spoke. "It has been a while."

"Oh really?" Percy said. "Well if you'd be so kind to let me go, I'll be out of your primordial hair."

"Oh, but Jackson," he smiled. "I haven't had my fun yet."

Percy groaned. "I really don't care what you do to me. Why bother trying?"

"Because, Perseus Jackson, you ended my wife, Gaea, and for that, you shall suffer eternally. But, tonight, we will try something a little different." He smirked. "Let's see how long it takes for your superhero friends to find out who you are, shall we?"

And with that, he pulled out a knife, raising it up to Percy's neck. The dagger was glowing green, covered in poison. If Percy was poisoned...he would have to seek help. And that help would either come from the Justice League, or from Olympus. And both would want answers to where he got poisoned. The League would ask how it was possible, if he was attacked, and by whom. Olympus was no better, as the gods would eventually find out what was doing this to him. Then they would lead a war against him, in which they would certainly lose. He couldn't let either happen. So, there was only one place he could go.

But he wasn't happy about it.

He'd have to go to his dad, so the water could heal him and his father could watch over him without informing the other olympians.

The dagger dug into his skin. He let out a whimper, but largely keeping his mouth shut. He could feel the poison enter his body, and he felt no immediate effect, but the poison was slow acting.

"You remember Akhlys, don't you?"

Percy's eyes snapped up to Tartarus. Oh, he remembered her all right. He nearly killed her with her own poison. If this was one of hers...when he woke, he could get it out of his system.

"She designed it for you, Perseus Jackson. It merges with your mortal blood, destroying the mortal half while your godly side remains intact." Another slash with the dagger. This went across his back, from shoulder to hip.

"Your body shall be destroyed, but your immortal side shall keep your spirit alive. It will pull you into the Pit, keeping you anchored here...and unable to die."

Snap! His arm broke, and he let out a scream. He felt the poison moving through his system, slowly burning away his mortal essence. The now bloody knife then was dragged across his face, leaving a cut from above his left eyebrow, across his eye, and down to his right cheek. Percy screamed and thrashed against the bonds, but they wouldn't break.

Tartarus stopped, seemingly listening to something. He turned to leave. 

"Until next time, Perseus Jackson!"

Percy woke from the dream with a start, his hand moving to his other, broken arm. Water. He needed water. He stumbled over to the bathroom and turned on the shower. The water came on, and he let it wash over him. Red swirled down the drain, as his cuts and bruises slowly healed. His arm healed, though it still hurt, so he pulled some ambrosia out and bit off a piece.. He chewed it slowly, but the pain vanished almost immediately. He stood on shaky legs, and walked over to the mirror. Most of the cut was gone, but a small scar ran across his face diagonally. Crap! How was he going to explain that to the league?

He was still in his suit, so he pulled off the mask and the bloody outfit, and put on some jeans and a hoodie. He left the apartment and headed to the docks, keeping his head down. He walked for around an hour before reaching it, and he dove immediately into the water. He willed the currents to push him forwards, far out into the ocean. He swam for a time, but got too tired, closed his eyes, and fell asleep, drifting in the middle of the ocean.

Yours in demigodishness, and all that.

Peace out