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I had already been at Camp Half-Blood for a few days after the Battle of Manhattan. By now, many half-bloods had returned, some to nurse their wounds, others to grieve for friends, and others just because this was the only place they could really fit in. I had just had a particularly difficult day. It began when I woke up in the middle of the night due to a particularly bad nightmare. In this nightmare, I was standing at the entrance of Tartarus, as I had when I first dreamt of Kronos. That place always gives me the creeps, even in dreams.

"Percy Jackson", a voice said, suddenly.

I looked up to see Luke Castellan standing on the other side of the pit. I shivered. The last time I had seen Luke, he had sacrificed himself to stop Kronos from rising and destroying Olympus. Maybe this was his ghost. I looked closer at him, and noticed that Luke's eyes were golden, not the blue they had been in their usual state. I felt in my pocket for Riptide, so that I could defend myself against whatever was possessing Luke, but it wasn't there.

"Who are you?" I asked, trying to keep fear out of my voice.

Even in dreams I didn't like seeing Luke like this, especially not at the lip of Tartarus. Luke laughed, a cruel laugh that resonated around the cavern.

"Can't you guess?" he asked, and laughed again.

Then, whatever possessed Luke spoke in a language that sounded like it was way older than Ancient Greek. Before I had time to time to decipher what Luke had said, I woke. It was dark in Poseidon's cabin. I could hear Tyson snoring in one of the other bunks. Silently, I got up and crept outside. It was warm enough, so I walked down to the beach. It was deserted, since every one was asleep, sensibly. The sound of the waves breaking against the shore comforted me. After half an hour, I was calm enough to go back to sleep.

I was woken in the morning by a loud boom. I ran outside to see a cloud of smoke rising from where Hecate's cabin was being built. Tyson and the other cyclopses that were helping build the new cabins milled around the building site, confused. I sighed to myself. Even that early in the morning, I could already tell today was going to be a difficult day.

When the smoke cleared, all the spectators saw that Hecate's cabin had vanished. It hadn't blown up; there weren't any broken bricks, or dust. The cabin had just disappeared. We all knew that the bricks that made up Hecate's cabin were spelled, but no one knew which spells had been placed on them. One cyclops had dropped a brick, and turned into a flower until Mr. D managed to turn him back.

The rest of the day continued just as badly. A squadron of skeletons somehow managed to get passed the Camp Half-Blood defences, and it was only Nico's timely arrival that saved us. A fight broke out between Aphrodite's and Hephaestus' cabins that seemed to last all day. Troublemakers from Hermes' cabin seemed to be playing pranks all day. By the time I climbed into bed, I was angry and frustrated.

I had barely closed my eyes when I found myself at the entrance to Tartarus again. Like the previous night, Luke was standing at the lip of the pit, his eyes glowing gold. I decided that I needed to get some answers.

"Who's possessing you?" I asked. "Is it Kronos?"

"You're a smart one", Luke said with a laugh.

"But you're gone. We destroyed you", I remarked, incredulous.

"Incorrect", Luke replied, his eyes dancing. "I've just been scattered. And I'm going to haunt you for the rest of your life."

"I'd prefer if you didn't do that", I retorted. "I'd prefer if you left my friends and I alone."

Luke laughed long and hard.

"Why would you want that?" he teased.

Suddenly, Luke was standing directly in front of me. His golden eyes blazed. They seemed to bore deep into me.

"Watch out, Percy Jackson", he said in a soft voice.

Luke reached out and grabbed my chin. I pulled away, but Luke grabbed me again. He brought his face close to mine, holding me so that I had to face him.

"If you don't watch your step, you might find yourself stuck here forever", he continued.

Suddenly, Luke leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. As I struggled into wakefulness, I could feel a burning sensation where his lips had grazed my skin.

I opened my eyes to see soft morning light stream in through the open door. I got out of bed, and walked out. Tyson was standing in front of our cabin, gazing at the construction that he was helping. I looked as well, and gasped. Hecate's cabin was whole again, or at least as whole as it was before it blew up yesterday. I gaped at the structure. When I went to sleep last night, the new foundations had barely been placed.

"How did you get this up so quickly?" I asked Tyson.

Tyson turned, and gave me a confused look with his one eye.

"What?" he asked.

"It exploded yesterday", I explained.

Tyson looked at me worried.

"No explosion", he replied. "Took us three day to build."

I gave up. He didn't seem to understand what I was saying. I turned back to the cabin.

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion behind me. I spun around. Smoke surrounded Hecate's cabin. Tyson was running towards it, making sure that the people around it were alright. I stared. This was exactly what had happened yesterday. How could the same thing happen two days in a row? It made no sense. I sat down and watched at cyclopses scurried around the building. But, like the previous day, the building had vanished. I was shocked. How did the cabin reappear, and how did it vanish.

When the rest of the morning passed exactly as the morning before had, and no one had any idea they were repeating it, I began to grow suspicious. After lunch, I went to Zeus' Fist, where the skeletons had appeared the previous day. At precisely the same time as yesterday, thirty skeletons rose up from the ground. They formed a battle formation and approached me. I gulped. I had forgotten that we had nearly been beaten by these monsters. I took Riptide out of my pocket and uncapped it. Still, even with my sword, I doubted I could defeat them all. Looking around, I saw that the skeletons were trying to trap me with the stream at my back. As if a son of Poseidon could be trapped in water. I stepped back into the stream, and felt strength rush through my body. When the skeletons got within swinging distance I began to cut them down.

Just before I was overwhelmed by the skeletons, Nico and Mrs. O'Leary seemed to step out from a shadow. While Mrs. O'Leary slumped on the ground, Nico sprang into action. He raised his hand, palm out, and yelled at the skeletons.

"Go back to the Underworld! Never haunt this region again."

The skeletons were unable to disobey the orders of a son of Hades. They sank back into the earth, leaving behind only some bone fragments. I wiped sweat from my forehead. It had been a close call.

"Thanks", I said to Nico. "I would have died if you hadn't arrived. I owe you one."

"It's nothing", Nico muttered in reply. He was blushing deeply.

When we arrived back at the main part of the camp, Annabeth ran towards us.

"What happened to you?" she asked me, looking worriedly at some cuts and scratches I had picked up.

"Just fought off a few skeletons that got in", I replied, trying to grab her around the waist and pull her towards me.

Annabeth jumped out of my reach. It seemed that she wasn't in the mood for games. She placed her hands on her hips.

"Skeletons in the camp boundaries?" she asked, incredulously. "How did they get in?"

"There were around thirty", Nico told Annabeth. "But I sent them all back", he added, when she gave me a worried look.

"Don't worry about me", I said jovially. "I'm fine. Anyway, didn't some skeletons get in yesterday?"

Annabeth and Nico both frowned at me.

"This is the first I've heard of this", Annabeth said.

"There haven't been any Underworld monsters here for months", Nico said, confused. "I checked for any traces last night."

"Are you alright?" Annabeth asked me. "A few people have mentioned that you've seemed a bit confused today."

I was about to reply, when a shout rang across the camp. A group of Hephaestus' children chased a daughter of Aphrodite between the cabins. The children of Hephaestus demanded that Aphrodite's cabin return a metal heart they had made. The daughter of Aphrodite retorted that the metal heart was in violation of the rules of love. My head spun. That was the same argument the two cabins had had the previous day.

"What day is it?" I asked.

"Wednesday", Annabeth replied, looking even more concerned. "Let's get you to bed. You need some rest."

I let Annabeth lead me back to Cabin Three. My mind was reeling. Either this was some elaborate, well set up prank, or I was reliving the same day. I didn't think that this was a prank, only because it would have taken too much time to prepare, but the other possibility was just as ridiculous.

Suddenly, the fight with the skeletons caught up with me. While I had been standing in the stream, I had been continuously revitalised, but now that I was dry, I felt my strength seep out of me. I managed to totter to my bed before I passed out.

Yet again, I found myself at the entrance to Tartarus. Luke was standing next to me. I looked at him suspiciously. This strange day had only occurred after I had spoken with him.

"What did you do?" I asked him. "I just repeated the same day twice. That normally doesn't happen."

Luke looked back at me, innocently.

"I didn't do anything", he said.

"It's not like you not to gloat."

"I may have put a small curse on you before I was vanquished", Luke said, grinning.

He closed in on me. The Tartarus pit was at my back, so I couldn't move to escape him.

"I'm going to control you, Percy Jackson."

Without another word, Luke leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. I struggled, but Luke was stronger than I was, and he held me still. I felt a coold sensation spread throughout my body. When he pulled away, I looked at him angrily.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"This is the first part in our plan", Luke replied.

Luke snapped his fingers. An image appeared hovering over the pit. It took me a few moments to recognise it, but once I did, I paled.

"That's the roof above my bed in my cabin!" I exclaimed.

Luke chuckled.

"Yes it is", he explained. "And I can make your body do whatever I want it to do."

As if proving his point, the image shifted to show the extent of the cabin. I realised that the image was what my eyes saw at that moment. The image moved around the room until it made its way into the cabin's bathroom. The full-length mirror showed me, my hair ruffled after lying down, sleep still in my eyes.

"I can make you say anything", Luke continued.

He waved his hand. My voice drifted from the image over the pit.

"I am Percy Jackson", I heard my voice say, and the lips moved.

"I can also make you do whatever I want", Luke added.

He waved his hand again.

The not-me Percy in the mirror reached down, and slid his hand into his pyjama bottoms. I away from the image as I say his, that is to say my, penis grow.

"Stop this now!" I yelled at Luke.

He was scaring me. I don't know whether he was actually controlling my body, or just making this image in my mind, but I didn't like it. Luke's golden eyes gleamed at me through the twilight in the cavern.

"I don't think so", he replied. "I've been waiting for this moment."

I turned and pushed Luke, hoping that I'd be able to fight him into stopping. But this version of Luke was way stronger than I was.

"If you're not willing to cooperate", Luke yelled at me, "you can watch, and that is all."

With that, Luke pushed me into the pit into Tartarus. It was lucky that this was my dream. Falling into Tartarus wouldn't be a good way to go. As it was, I fell into blackness, and then into my own body.

When I became conscious of my surroundings, I found myself standing in the bathroom in Cabin Three. I was looking at myself in the mirror. Suddenly, I saw that my right hand was in my pants, stroking my penis. I tried to pull it out, but my hand wouldn't obey me. I tried to scream for help, but my mouth wouldn't open. I realised that this was exactly where I had been in the image in my dream. It turns out that Luke hadn't just made that image to frighten me; it was a window into the real world. I began to panic as I realised that Luke was still controlling me now.

"Stop it", I heard Luke's voice in my head.

Great. Not only was Luke haunting my dreams, he was also stuck in my mind.

"Go away", I yelled at Luke in my mind.

Luke either ignored me, or didn't hear what I said, though I suspect the former. Either way, I felt my left hand reach under my shirt and pinch and twist at my nipples. I moaned. I was lucky that Tyson was already up and about, otherwise, I'd be in for an embarrassing conversation, if I ever got in control of my body again. My hand pulled off my shirt, and dropped it onto the floor. It then pushed down my pants. My feet stepped out of my pants, leaving me naked. As my right hand continued to masturbate me, my left hand moved behind me and down. Soon, a finger was circling my asshole. Slowly, the finger pushed it's way in. I felt my body relax to make it's job easier. In my mind I was yelling and swearing at Luke and whatever was possessing him.

"Unless you give me control, you'll find yourself in more awkward situations than this", Luke said. It seemed that he could hear my mental yells after all.

I quieted down. Maybe that would make Luke stop this.

My finger pushed it's way in until it was past the second knuckle, deep within me. Suddenly, it hit a bundle of nerves. I gasped loudly. A blast of pleasure ran throughout my body, before settling in my penis. My penis twitched, then I came, coating the mirror with my seed.

After I came, Luke let go of my body. I collapsed on the ground, exhausted. As he departed, Luke had one final message for me.

"Watch out for me."