Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or HOO.
Summary: The war is over. Perseus Jackson's friends have officially 'disowned' him. After being stuck in his own prison for 3 years, he has finally decided to take matters into his own hands… Finding an ancient ritual, Percy decides to go back to his 11 year old self. As he looks at it now, who knew knowing everything could be so entertaining? Time travel, AU. Twisted/Evil!Percy, may have some torture and/or M rated themes later on.
This is my attempt at a somewhat used story type. The pairing is still very much undecided, so feel free to voice your opinion.
One thing that I disliked about the initial story was the gods. They are freaking immortal beings, all powerful. This adventure is very 'ooc' when it comes to that. Now, on to the story.
The gleaming bars of his prison stood stark against the filthy wall behind him. 3 years could really change a person, Percy now realized.
He had had months to think. And now, he understood.
To the Olympians, demigods were nothing. Nothing but a speck of dirt to their unrelenting tide of life. In an instant, they could be swept away. Become absolutely void.
He hated it.
He hated the power the gods held over them. He hated that half-bloods ultimately had no free will. After all, what is a war to an immortal? It had been proved many times. They could not cease to exist, or, dare he say it, die.
What had come of his conclusion, you ask?
Revenge. Vengeance. Whatever you want to call it. As he had heard being said, "Revenge is best served cold." And he did not doubt it for one second.
In fact, 'cold' was easy for him. It was how they described the forsaken hero. The few times someone had actually touched him, it was as if he was dead. Freezing to the touch. Frost spread from him as he moved. It created little designs on the floor, one of the few things that entertained him.
He hadn't been like that forever, though. The day he was brought here was still stained on his mind.
It had started as a normal day, of course. When did it not? It was always peaceful. The monster attacks had almost become non-existent. Everyone was relaxed.
The 7, (including Percy, at the time) had received their 'prizes'. To be forever immortalized by a couple of statues in Olympus's garden. Not much, but it was something. Annabeth was again an architect.
Now that Percy thought, she had acted a bit strange. It wasn't all at once, no. It had taken a while for him to notice it, but by then it was too late.
The taste of betrayal was still sharp on his tongue. It hurt even more after Nico stopped visiting.
For the first year or so, Nico was the only one who even remotely believed him. He brought Percy whatever food he could smuggle past the guards, occasionally bringing a small checkers board, so they could play.
But then he was killed, apparently. A surprise monster attack had caught him in a weak moment, and everything Percy held on to was gone. It was another thing that set Percy the path he took right now.
The day he had been taken was something like a turning point. At first, he had begged to be let go. Percy had cried himself to sleep every night- until he came upon a conclusion.
He could escape. The water that collected in a damp puddle in that corner could help, he realized. And so, he set upon his goal.
Weeks passed by slowly until Percy made his 'escape hole'. It was strangely cliché. "Prisoner found loose tile in floor and dug himself out!" Of course, it didn't go like that.
Percy remembered the incident in Tartarus. When he controlled the poison against that goddess. So he wondered why he couldn't just do something similar to that? The water he collected was soon ingrained into the soil, making the mud, of course. Percy fashioned it into something like a drill. And drill it did.
Soon, Percy made nightly escapes. He learned the limit of his powers, and he became something like a leech. He managed to break his own form into water, then 'attach' to others. And then, Percy realized, he could kill them.
Before, the fact that the human body was more than 70% water had never occurred to him. Even in 8th grade, when it had been drilled into his mind over and over again, something hadn't clicked.
And now Percy knew.
Poseidon had the power to usurp Zeus from his throne at any times, so it still stood: why not?
And that brings us to where he is now. In his cell. Freezing. Well, not particularly… but in a way.
Percy sat in the middle of a circle. His skin was pale from the time he didn't spend in the sun, something that was quite obvious. The circle he sat in was made from a red liquid, easily identifiable from the gash in his arm.
It was sloppily drawn, but as Percy muttered words, the room started to freeze. His breath was picking up. The blood started glowing. The pages of a book laid on the ground started flipping at a rapid pace as a wind blew out of seemingly nowhere.
Footsteps echoed down the hall as a pair of people came down the stairs. In seconds, the two blondes zeroed in on Percy.
The man in question smiled bitterly and stopped chanting. The ritual was already in place. The wind blew harder than ever and Percy's matted hair waved.
"What are you doing?" Annabeth shouted over the noise. Her frantic tone was not missed by Percy.
His gaze grew hard behind the bars. "I believe it is time for… a re-do. I will have my fun." His voice was gravelly from the lack of use.
Before Jason or Annabeth could say anything, the room Percy was in suddenly glowed with a surreal gold light.
"It has been a millennia since anyone has summoned me… Hero, what is your plight?" Percy smiled again at his working plan.
"Lord Chronos, I am Perseus Jackson; I have been wronged." There was a pause, as if the lord of time was considering his sentence.
"Ah, yes. I have heard of you, hero. I believe you know the consequences of this… ritual?"
"Yes." There was something in the man's eyes that Annabeth couldn't place.
"To become my champion, you must give up one thing. Beware; no one has made it past this." The voice spoke in a tone that seemed old. Annabeth held her breathe as they both watched in awe.
A smile tugged at Percy's lips and a demonic gleam appeared in his unhinged eyes. "I give up… weakness." The silence was thick.
An evil cackle was heard. "Oh yes… You will do nicely. The one thing that tethers a person to humanity. Well chosen. You, Perseus Jackson, will be my champion. I cannot change too much, however. As those two… half-bloods have seen us, I must retain their memory along with the the other four. Your quest will be hard, Perseus. Achieve your goals, and your revenge. Cheesy, isn't it?"
Percy smiled widely at what his, now, Patron God had said. The ghost of a smirk lurked on his lips where the smile had been seconds ago. A gold and black light had begun 'eating' the demigods from bottom up.
"I believe it has been a good run… Next we meet, I shall… kill you." Percy spoke with an insane lilt to his voice.
"Ciao."
I… might have started another story. Just maybe, after all. This might not be permanent. I need you guy's opinion on this, along with any pairing. Review, Favorite, and Follow!
Advice from Reckoners: Anyone who forces you to do something isn't always a good thing.
