Yet we march on

by derpyguy417

Percy's betrayed. Not betrayed. Broken. Shattered. Who would've thought the people he protected would be the ones who break him? Not Percy. Yet he marches on. Yet he will not go gentle into the night. (Might be bad. This is my first FanFiction. :p)

Betrayed.

That's all he felt. No remorse. No sadness. No anger. No hope. No happiness. No joy. Nothing other than betrayed. He thought he was appreciated. He thought he helped. They didn't feel the same way. Unaware of the searing hot pain erupting in his head, he couldn't help but remember what they did to him.

"Perseus Jackson!" Zeus bellowed.

Slowly, and shakily, Percy walked up to Zeus. As he reached Zeus' throne, he bowed, and stayed put on one knee.

"Does anyone think he is not worthy?" Zeus looked around. He didn't see a single head shake in disagreement. "Very well then. Perseus, you have performed admirably in this recent war. As a reward you wi-"

He was dragged out of his memory as salt was poured over his wounds. He screamed in agony; he would never be the same again. Not with the scars. Not with the pain. Not with the memories.

"Let this be a warning, Perseus Jackson. You will never-" At this he punctured his lungs, "-ever escape from this place. But keep hoping. I want to see your dull eyes every single day." Percy's rib cage was broken at that point. But Percy didn't care anymore. He stopped hoping a long time ago. And his torturer knew that. However, Percy would experience it. That sliver of hope that would appear in two seconds, and disappear just as fast.

Not betrayed. Not remorseful. Not sad. Not angry. Not hopeful. Not happy. Not joyful. Nothing but broken. Yet it never showed. At the face of his torturer he would put an emotionless facade, a mask of sorts. When he left, he knew that eyes were still watching him, eyes were still examining his every twitch, his every breath, his every blink. None of them knew. No one will know. Percy made sure of that. He may have lost his family. He may have lost his sanity, but with nothing to hold on to, he would make sure they didn't get the pleasure of seeing him broken. Because the second they saw him broken, he knew they won. He may have protected them countless times. He may have saved their children. But this was one battle Percy would fight against them. And he knew he wouldn't lose.