Disclaimer: I do not own PJO, it belongs to Uncle Rick Riordan, my hero.
Percy was falling in a spiral of darkness. His arms waved wildly in front of him, reaching for something, anything, in the inky abyss. The wind whistled in his ears, the only noise he could hear. He couldn't see anything but black, and his throat constricted at the thought. Everything felt like it was closing in on him, squeezing the whatever breath remained from his lungs out. His hair whipped around him, indicating that he was falling extremely fast.
A low chuckle filled the empty void, dark and feminine. It wrapped Percy up in a shroud of dread, the blood in his veins turning to ice. His mouth opened and he tried to scream, but no sound came out. Everything seemed too tight all of a sudden, his throat, his chest, everything. He wanted nothing more than to just disappear.
He was too claustrophobic. He needed fresh air, wide space, and light.
"So, little hero," the voice said, clearly amused by his suffering. "You dared to insult me? I would be lying if I said I was surprised. It seems to be a special...skill of yours to anger the immortals."
It's a blessing and a curse, he was somehow able to think. What did I do this time?
"How clever of me then," she continued, "that I found the perfect revenge." The woman chuckled darkly again.
What revenge? What did I do? Please, tell me? Percy wanted to scream.
"The look on your face will make up for your insolence. Oh, how I am impatient to try it! Than you will remember the day you angered me, and fear me for the rest of your puny life. This is rather perfect for someone such as yourself!"
Please, no! Please, please, please no-
"Ahhhhh!"
A scream tore it's way out of Percy as pain shot through his body. His fingers twitched and his heart thundered wildly in his chest. His eyes watered, and everything hurt. It was the most excruciating thing he had ever experienced in his entire fifteen years. Suddenly, he couldn't get enough oxygen in his lungs and started gasping for air. His chest heaved and tears started trailing down his face.
Stop it, stop it, please!
The chuckling grew louder and louder and it filled his ears.
Stop, stop, please stop, please, it hurts!
"Poor, poor hero," the voice giggled. "It hurts doesn't it?"
"Percy?"
Another voice boomed in the darkness, a voice Percy recognized. It was Annabeth's. Annabeth's sweet voice pulling distracting him from the pain, keeping him slightly saner. "Percy, wake up!"
Please stop, please stop it!
"Percy wake up! Percy, you have to wake up!"
"Go ahead and wake up," the voice said. "The show is just about to begin."
Make it stop, I'm begging you! I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry! The pain, it hurts! Please, please stop!
Percy shot his eyes open as he jerked up, letting out a bloodcurdling scream.
Okay, yes I know. This chapter was short, but I could write so much without giving anything away. The next chapters will be longer, I promise. Anyways, I'll love it if you reviewed, please!
~Aurelie~
Edit: I changed the chapter title. You're welcome.