The Heroes Of Olympus & The Surrounding Darkness

I do not own any rights to Percy Jackson And The Olympians or The Heroes Of Olympus. I wrote this story merely for the fun of it and for practice as I someday hope to become a known author. Also, this story takes place after the Giant War.


Percy Jackson P.O.V.

I can barely see. The only light comes from the full moon which lies frozen in the center of the sky. I look up at the millions of stars scattered in various spots around the moon. I can hear leafs rustling in the trees around me. I am in the woods. Not only that, but I stand about twenty feet away from Zeus's fist. I look around in every direction. I have no idea how I got here. I have no idea why I'm here. There is one thing I know for sure: I am not alone.

I can sense another's presence. They are watching me, waiting for me to do something. I don't know how it is that I can feel someone else's presence, but I do. It's almost like a sixth sense. Almost like the touch or feeling of something, I can feel where they are. I twist my body to the left, and sure enough, I can see glowing red eyes staring directly at me.

I turn completely around and run. Whatever was back there isn't quite ready to give up. I know that they're chasing after me, and they are much faster. As I run, I realize that Camp-Half Blood is the other way. I'm only making things easier for my pursuer. I need to somehow get around them before they catch me.

I only realize too late that my pursuer is closer than I'd realized. I feel them grab the collar of my hoodie and yank me back. They are so strong that my feet fly off the ground and I land hard on my back in the wet dirt.

He kneels next to me on my right. He uses one of his hands to choke me, and I use both of my hands to try to pull his arm away to be able to get any bit of air into my lungs. He pauses to study my face as if he's never seen anything like me. As if I'm something completely new to him. But after he snaps out of his momentary train of thoughts, he proceeds with his job.

He uses his free hand to grab my left wrist. He releases my neck from the grasp of his large, meaty hand and I gasp, taking in as much air as my lungs can hold. He scrunches my sleeve up my arm and studies my skin.

I don't pay any attention to whatever it is he's looking at. Instead, I stare at him. I can barely see his face under the light of the moon but I can just barely make out a few details. Of course, the first thing I notice are his eyes. Still glowing red, but brighter than before. He has a bad five o'clock shadow and his hair is just a crappy hack job. He breathes through his mouth and his breath smells awful.

Now, I realize what he is looking at. On my wrist is something that I had never noticed before. It had never been there before. It is a scar. It looks like teeth marks like someone had bit me, and it looked fresh.

I can faintly hear the man curse under his breath.

"What do you want?" I ask with my voice shaking. He only looks at me blankly. "Are you here to kill me? Why don't you just get it over already?"

"That would displease my patron." He answers. He then releases me and stands. He looks either way and jumps over me, running deeper into the woods.

I lay, watching the man as he goes. I'm so tired that I feel like I could lay here forever and just sleep. I lift my left arm to see the bite better. I can't tell what animal it's from, but it's definitely fresh.

Now, as I look away from my wrist, the scene is changing. I'm no longer surrounded by woods, but I'm in some sort of dungeon. Shackles bind my wrists and ankles so I can't get further than six inches of the concrete wall. I'm still in the same clothes as when I was in the woods; tattered jeans, navy blue zip-up hoodie, and gray sneakers.

I sigh aloud because I know exactly what is going on. I've had this dream before. Every night for two weeks, but every time I have this dream, the horror only seems to intensify while the pain gets worse.

I look up from myself, and notice that this isn't right. It's not the same as it always has been. Instead, six others are spread around the room in shackles too. I look at their sad faces and notice who they are.

They are the others from the prophesy of seven.


Annabeth Chase P.O.V.

I sit on the cold floor of the dungeon. I have no idea why my dreams have brought me here but I'm not alone. The other five… wait, is that Percy? Make that six. So, the other six from the prophesy are now here and I'm guessing this means trouble. I know that we're all still asleep in our cabins so no pain can come to any of us, but I can't help this feeling that someone is about to get seriously hurt... maybe all of us.

Then, the barred door across the room swings open. The first to enter is a tall, skinny, and very scruffy-looking man that I immediately recognize to be Lycaon.

After him, a lady walks in. I don't recognize her. She's extremely pale, has blonde hair, and her eyes are completely black. She has a big grin on her blood red lips. I notice her looking at Jason and she winks, but he doesn't seem to notice.

Last comes another man. He closes and locks the door. He turns around and gazes at everyone, then smiles. He looks so perfect; perfectly clear face, perfect hair, and an assumingly perfect body underneath the purble robe he wears.

Lycaon stands in the center of the room. "Welcome, my young slaves." He says to us.

"Lycaon, what do you want with us?" Piper asks to my right. I'm suprised by the confidence in her voice.

That's right! I think to myself. Piper has charmspeak! Maybe she can use it against our captors and they'll let us go!

"Piper McLean, it's nice to see you again. How've you been?" Lycaon asks and puts on a big grin so everyone can see his razor sharp fangs.

"Why don't you just let us go? We're dreaming so it's not like you can keep us here." Piper says using her charmspeak to manipulate Lycaon's mind.

Lycaon laughs. "Oh, I'm sure you'll wish this was a dream. But you're wrong. This is your worst nightmare."

I look at Percy and what I see shocks me. He looks scared. Almost sad, like he's seen this before and nothing good will come from it. I'm here trying to keep my cool as well as I can and then I notice Percy across the room, probably more scared than anyone else around here, and... now I have no idea what to do.

Lycaon turns to Percy. "Don't think I didn't notice the teeth chattering."

Percy looks up at Lycaon. "Why do you keep doing this?"

"It's fun." Lycaon smiles.

"Why are they here? Can't you just torture me and let them go?"

"Of course not. My patron would be displeased. But don't worry, this is the last time."

Percy's eyes seem to widen. His expression seems to be a mix of shock, anger, and sadness.

"Now, let me explain why you are all here." Lycaon says as he walks to the center of the room again. All eyes go on him. "This is not a dream. This is a nightmare. Nightmares can cause pain emotionally, as you all probably know by now. But what you didn't know; they can cause pain physically too. Of course, that is only if you have the right kind of magic to help you do so."

"So, you're here to torture us?" Jason asks.

"No, no, not only that. You are all going to be my little puppets. You work for me now."

"Then who do you work for?" Leo cuts in.

Lycaon snickers at Leo. "That's not important. Now, if there are no more interruptions, we can get on with this."

He looks around the room expectantly. "None? Good. Where was I? Oh, yes! You work for me now. I control you. I favor you. Especially you, Perseus Jackson."

Percy cringes at the thought. "Please... just get it over with."

"So soon?" Lycaon asks with a toothy grin. "Alright, if that's what you want."

No, no, no! Is all I can seem to think as Lycaon approaches Percy, who, did I mention, is my boyfriend. What is it Percy's asking him to do? Please, please don't hurt my best friend!

Lycaon approches Percy. He bares a big grin. He breaks all of Percy's shackles with his bare hands. Percy stands there, waiting for the pain Lycaon is about bring onto him.

Lycaon lifts Percy's wrist to his own mouth. He bares his fangs. Percy closes his eyes to endure the pain.

I watch as he bites into Percy's arm. "No!" I scream.

But it's too late. Percy now has Lycaon's disease.

Lycanthropy.


A/N: Well, hope everyone likes it because I'm going to be writing more chapters! Can't just leave you guys hanging, can I? No, definitely not, because that is one thing I absolutely cannot stand. I won't leave you hanging if you don't leave me hanging, right? Well, I'll continue as soon as I can but it'll be a little hard with school and stuff going on. I really need to get studying for that physics test Tuesday...

Have a good week guys!

Oh, yeah! I wanted to mention that the 55 in my username isn't because I'm 55 years old... which I'm not! I'm 16 if you wanted to know. I just don't want anyone to think that I'm some elderly grandma who spends her days at home writing fanfiction about Percy Jackson. Lol, that would be a bit strange. ;)