Shattered

Chapter 5

A/N- sorry bout the pic above it made my day I had to post it here. 

Detainment cell, Helicarrier-

Percy's POV

I was brought back to reality by a searing pain in my gut. I moaned and blinked my eyes open. My first thought was, 'Where the heck am I?'. I found my arms chained to a wall by two foot long metal links. I groaned. Seriously, captured again? I had to pick up the girls from Piper's in an hour! I saw a cup of water three feet away from me. Ha. Very funny. I looked down at my chest and gasped. There was a deep stab wound right where Tartarus had killed me in my dream. Dream? I don't think so. I had no idea how he was torturing me when I was here, but I decided not to think about it too much. I concentrated hard, and the water rose from the cup, splashing onto my wound. It healed instantly, but still hurt a little. I winced. Just then, the door creaked open. 

The nerd guy walked in. He sat down in a metal chair and looked at me. "I'm Bruce Banner. So I'm here to do a little check up before we erm....do some tests" he said. I groaned. "Fine" I said. "So we're going to play a game where I'll say a word and you say the first thing that pops into your head, okay?" Nerd explained. I nodded. 

"Red"

"Blood"

"War"

"My fault"

"Love"

"Dead"

"Life"

"My girls"

"Pain"

"Guilt"

"Friends"

"Alive"

"Feelings"

"Despair"

"Dreams"

"Tarta-torture"

Bruce looked at me, his smile wavering. "Thank you, Perseus. I'll be going now" he said. "Oh, and it's Percy" I said, before he left. He nodded and left the room. I sat there for ten minutes, until spandex without the costume walked in. "So, Percy" he said. "I'll be asking you a few questions, okay? Oh, and my name is Steve". I nodded. 

"What's your name?"

"Geez, you guys know that already, don't you. Just open your godsdamned file and read it off". (#Persassy {though I'm feeling a bit bad for killing Annabeth, but it sorta makes the whole story interesting} #take that Sassico)

He looked mildly annoyed at me after that. 

"Okay, um, where do you go every summer?"

"Camp"

"I need a location"

"Not gonna tell"

He rubbed his forehead and sighed. I'm difficult like that. 

"You're a stubborn case"

     "So I've heard". I smirked. "Annabeth used to tell me..." I trailed off, and closed my eyes sadly. "Wise girl" I murmured.  He looked at me sympathetically, and I could see the broken look in his eyes too, like he'd lost someone special. I looked at him up and down. "Lemme guess, World War II, you're like eighty- wha- huh" I frowned. His jaw dropped. "How did you- I'm not gonna ask" he mumbled. "Got any friends?" He asked, changing the subject. "Yea" I replied. He glanced at the security cameras and did some sort of signal with it. 

"Where?" 

"Again, not gonna tell". I rolled my eyes. WHY WERE THEY SO OBSESSED WITH MY LIFE? 

"Because you're a potential threat" Steve said. Oops did I say that out loud?

"Yup" he grinned. That too? Seriously. 

His expression became serious again. "So who's Annabeth?" He asked. I closed my eyes and started breathing heavily. "Calm down, it's okay" I said to myself repetitively in greek (italics is greek) . "She's my- was my-" my voice faltered, a tear streaming down my face. I felt dizzy. No, Percy. No. DON'T SLIP INTO A FLASHBACK. PLEASE. Too late. Everything went black.