A/N: I know I have a story I'm writing, but this was in my head and I need to get it out. XD
Dance around the graves until you hear the dead moaning.
Dance until your feet scream with pain and your head pounds with dizziness and forgotten voices.
When you read the names on the graves, laugh until you fall over.
Giggle and dance until you can't breathe.
Let your disrespect for the hero's swarm around your thoughts. Think of stories of revenge when you finally get out of the hell-whole you're in. Cackle when you think of the reactions to the dead fools. They were dangerous, but fools, who relied too much on their friends. So you think of times when you ruled the world, and the horrific "treatments" you would have given them.
The monsters didn't seem to have a problem with burying the enemies that sent them there. They even willingly spent longer time in Tartarus to soak in the pleasure of seeing them lifeless. For seeing the people who sent them to Hell, with dead lifeless eyes, and limp bodies.
You know it will be awhile until you get out of here yourself, but you're drawing power faster now that the doors are open. You know that once your mother wins the war, she'll come get her favorite son.
Your petty children were foolish. They forgot to cut you up in pieces this time. You're stronger now. You can feel some of your original power coursing through your veins. You will it to go faster, because you know that the other so-called "heroes" were coming to close the doors. You need to get out!
You're going insane. You can feel it. The voices, the impulsiveness, you have to be ready, because this time, losing is not an option.
You here the sobs and the screams, and dance around laughing. Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase will be dead forever you snarl.
But go ahead and snarl.
Dance around the graves until you hear the dead moaning.
Scream in sorrow when you realize the doors are closing.
Cry when your mother goes back to her endless sleep.
You lose the power in your body.
Bow your head down in fake shame when the giants blame the Titans for not helping.
You killed the kids who made a fool out of you.
You got your revenge.
So you giggle and cackle and full out laugh.
You dance around the graves and smirk in happiness.
They got what they deserved…
A/N: It's short, but I'm proud of it. Review please! If you want, I can write other's thoughts….