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Percy POV

I know thier behind that "mirror" but everyone knows it's a oneway see through glass. They just want prisoners to think it's a mirror. To give them false hope, to decieve us into believing that they are here to "protect" the world. They know nothing of the cruel world that surrounds them I scoffed violently in my mind. That doesn't matter though, in fact none of it does.

All that matters is that I, Perseus Jackson, am bieng held by mortals as a hostage. It's not them that is driving me insane it is this room. A miniscule room, barely enough to accomadate one person. It reminds me of the same cells that I was held in within Tartarus with her.

The dull shades of grey (LOL) reminded me of the last precious moments she had to live. The way she died brutally, her head twisted in an odd way as she bore her eyes into mine as I stared at her in disbelief. As she suffered the pain that bitch Gaia put her through. Her eyes held no happiness, no hope, as she breathed her last.

"And its all your fault," A voice snarled through the cursed mirror, immediately followed by several others.

""If you had atleast tried she would still be alive!" I clutched my head, desperate to escape the memories.

"When will you learn to not be a lazy arse, look where it got you and look where it got her..."

My head was pounding with the vicious insults as my breath hitched with every word hurled towards me.

That hurt, that's all I can say. The words hurt more than the time when Annabeth and I were brutally tortured by his Majesty Tartarus. I can still hear his voice crooning, telling me that there is no escape. It isn't fair that her life was taken away. Why not me? Why?

I let out a groan of frustration muffled by my bloody hands, looking up from them. I choked a sob. My horrible reflection staring back at me, a constant reminder of my many failures. My hair was slightly longer and ruffled, eyes red and puffy from endless tears but that wasn't the reason I stared.

I could feel the curiosity flowing off the bodies of the people behind the mirror. They wanted to unravel my mysteries, figure out who I was. A terrorist they called me, accused of crimes which I technically hadn't commited. They wanted to know who I was? I am a monster.

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Peter POV

The kid lifted his head to the direction of the one way glass. Im pretty sure he can't see right?

Of course he can't, he is just messing with you, with us. Right, He cant see us, but he seems to be studying us, figuring out our every moves, his eyes clouded with false, or to me atleast, tears as he stared off into the distance. Then, he lashed out.

His whole body went rigid and stiff. It was like he was witnessing something we couldn't. A flashback or a memory of some sort. My spider-sense went crazy. Power rolled of the teenager in uncontrolled waves. I had never felt such raw power ever, not even from Thor, who was a Norse God. With my mixed up genetics, I was able to hear, see and feel much more than the average human. Probably the only reason I heard him mutter "Annabeth". Who? I wondered. Perseus (what kind of a name was that) had his voice set to a mixture of emotions; alarmed, hopeful, and depressed.

His body shifted and he looked straight at us. "Annabeth," He whispered just loud enough for everyone to hear. Fury raised a curious eye brow , as did the two assassins, but everyone else was confused. Except Banner, he was observing every one of Perseus's moves.

Everyone was caught in thier own thoughts until we heard him scream. Everyone jumped half a foot and I almost fired a series of webs at the prisoner.

"Annabeth!" His voice laced with happiness and hope, but it didn't last at all. His experssion grimed as he stared directly into the glass as he let out a gut-wrenching scream.

"Im sorry! Annabeth please! Please!," Tears fell freely from his eyes. Doubling over in pain, Percy clutched his head tight, screaming incoherently, his sanity at the edge.

"Director, I advise you to get him out of there-" Nick cut Banner off with his hands.

"Leave him in there. I want to see what happened. He is a criminal after all."

"But Fury, this may lead to permenant brain damage. You have-," Fury switched his gaze from the kid to Banner.

"For the record Bruce, He may and I dont have to do anything," Fury's cold voice echoed throughout the room.

Everyone had Percy's attention now. His broken sobs and screams filled the air. Bruce snapped with a more fatherly tone of voice, but still maintaining the "doctor" type of voicee.

"Nick! If you dont get him out of there, he could get severely injured! Once again, I advise you to get HIM OUT OF THERE if you want your filthy answers from your filthy investigators! Or so help me God-"

A loud clang erupted from the room. All eyes once again snapped to the direction of Perseus. He had broken from his cuffs and obtained a crow bar of some sort and was banging the metal room, causing serious damage to it. I felt waves tumble and the Earth rumbled lightly, but noone else felt it. Was it a coincidence?

"NO!" He let out a blood-curling scream that caused the hairs on my neck to stand up and everyone was on full-alert now, What was strange was how the crowbar and the sword appeared to be switching appearances from one to another.

"I'd recognize that sword anywhere!," Thor boomed, standing up from his chair and knocking it over. A sword? Its a crowbar?

"Anaklusmos! It is owned by a the greatest hero alive whose name cannot be told! It's him! Release him now Director Fury!,"