Title: Promises

Pairing: Percy/Nico

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Any Percy Jackson characters, they belong to Rick Riordon.

Warnings: Shounen-ai, Yaoi, boyXboy, drug abuse.

A/N: Sorry for all the mistakes you find :)

Prologue

It was completely dark. Pitch black, so thick that I couldn't see anything and all sounds were muffled; smothered into a dull buzz. The shadows did nothing about the rancid smell though. The metallic tang of blood was so overbearing that I could taste it on my tongue whenever I inhaled. Other than this, I couldn't tell where I was, or for how long I was in this darkness. Everything was blurred together; my brain couldn't keep up with the flashes of activity that happened during the time when the light fixture above me was suddenly turned on, stinging my eyes like a thousand frightened wasps.

Voices. Randomly, voices would pop up within the black void talking about something or another. I was so out of it, that sometimes when they appeared, it felt like they were talking gibberish and in broken English dialect. Ghosts, my mind would label them; people who have died were attracted to my aura. They thought of it as a beacon of hope in their confused and probably premature deaths. Maybe I was in another country, which would explain why I couldn't understand them.

Right now it was silent. I was sleepy and aching. My body wouldn't move, I don't know of it was because I was exhausted or because I was tied. Was I sitting? Standing? Splayed out on my back? My body was numb and tingling all together that I couldn't really think properly. Pain and pleasure. I don't know which I feel more, which one was worse.

Just as I was about to close my eyes and let sleep sweep me away from this nightmare and horrible sensations, the light above turned on. The harsh whiteness burned my retinas, causing silent tears to form and slip towards my ears. I groaned and tilted my head away from the light, wanting to go back into the shadows again. A soft ringing rang in my ears before it dulled even further where I could hear voices again, tiredness gone.

"Good morning, D.E.E.N.A9772." This masculine voice sounded to my left.

"I don't see why you even bother saying hello to him. It's not like he can respond. Or hear you for that matter." The rude voice belonged to a female. She too was on my left.

The light fixture was still to harsh on my sensitive eyes, I couldn't open them.

"That's beside the point. Who's to say that he can't hear us right now? We don't know. And even if he can't hear, I would say it anyways. Old habits die hard."

"Bull. You just love the sound of your own voice."

"Shut up and hand me D.E.E.N.A's chart. Make yourself useful." The man grumbled, fiddling with some metal things.

"Don't be such a douche bag, Art." A smack. Then nothing.

"Shut up, Kali! You'll never be the man your mother was!"

"Where the fuck did you get that from?" Kali screeched.

"Oh please. Your mom had it coming for producing something as ugly as you." Art sighed sorrowfully. "She was a good woman."

"Leave my mother out of this you bastard!"

"I'll consider it when you do something useful." His tone sounded bored and a little annoyed.

They were both silent now. The only noise that filled the room was the shuffling of papers (presumably) from the clipboard and the occasional scratching of a pen. I don't know if she heard it, but I in-took a sharp breath. Kali's small fingers gently carded through my hair, her limbs catching slightly on the ends. After tugging them free from the small tangles, she curled a lock between her fingers, playing with it. I could feel her staring at me.

"Hey Art?" Kali's voice was so soft and sullen; I furrowed my brows slightly wondering what kind of look she adorned on her face.

"Yeah?"

"How old is he?" Her fingers paused in their ministrations before continuing their twirling. "D.E.E.N.A I mean. How old is he?"

The rustling of papers stopped at the question. "17. Why do you ask?"

"He's so young. To be here. I wonder if his family is missing him? God, can you imagine? Only 17 years old..."

"You knew coming in just what it was you would be doing and on whom. Why now? Why are you finally asking such questions?"

"Don't get me wrong! I'm not...I'm not trying to say anything. It's just that...this could have easily been me."

Silence.

"Don't think about stuff like that, Kali. It'll only get you into trouble and around here that's the last thing you'd want." Art advised papers once again moving.

"Yeah...yeah you're right." Her fingers pulled away from my hair, taking away with her the soothing effect they had, had on me.

"What time is it?" Art asked, setting the clipboard down on something metal.

"Almost 5, why'd you ask?"

"The drugs should be wearing off by now. Should be safe to give him more."

"Gotcha boss!"

Kali moved away from me, doing something around the room. I should have been scared, angry, and trying to escaped, but when Art had mentioned drugs the word had struck a cord within me. Immediately my body became chilled and the ache intensified. I couldn't think of anything other than the feeling of pure bliss that is about to come. How I know what is to come, I don't know but my body does. It had memorized this over the time I had been here.

The flesh on my inner elbow was wiped clean before a small prick came. My brain became fuzzy and my mind lost to the sheer pleasure and rush and just pure adrenaline shooting through my veins. I couldn't hear or concentrate on Kali's or Art's voices anymore. They were drowned out in the erotic beating of my heart that sounded in my ears. Before long, I was gone from any and all coherent thoughts. I was just a shell of a corpse again, doing nothing but indulge in whatever feelings I was allowed to feel.

The next time I became aware, Kali's voice was replaced by another more older male. The bright light was on, making it impossible for me to see anything. This man was talking to Art about something I couldn't really make out, just snippets before that prick and the satisfied fix my body craved was sated and I was once again gone from the world.

"...far...good...blood is...new...everything...fine...think...proceed..." Art's voice filtered through the haze. I couldn't tell what he was talking about though.

After a couple of minutes and trying to force my brain to work again, the voices became lucid and just in time too it seems.

"Good. Everything's according to plan then. How long till D.E.E.N.A's immune system starts reacting?" it was the same man that was talking to Art last time.

"We only have a 23 minute window and counting. What do you want to do?"

"We have to time this right. The sh-" He was cut off by a loud blaring siren. "Shit! Who the hell set off the alarms!"

"Sir! It's them!" Someone had barged in, huffing and puffing.

"Fuck! They found us already?" Art growled. "What do you want us to do, sir?"

"How many more dosages are left?"

"Only two shots."

"Finish the experiment. I've always finished them, and this is no different. Administer it. Make sure D.E.E.N.A9772 doesn't react harshly to them and then prep him for transfer and evacuation. And for God's sake, somebody drug him! He's becoming self-aware!"

"You heard the man!" Art shouted over the shrill noise. "Kali, the drug. You prepare a gurney, and you go get transportation ready." There were more people in the room?

I felt three stings, one on my inner elbow, and the other two on my neck. The effects of the shot on my elbow were slow this time. Usually it was immediate and I would be soaring right now, but I was still there. A thin veil slipped over my ears, dulling them till only some words sifted through. My eyes unfocused, blurring the world around me.

A loud bang sounded, shaking everything within a fix radius.

"Shit! They're getting close. No time for the gurney! Daryl! Carefully pick D.E.E.N.A up, carefully!"

Warm large hands wrapped around my shoulders and behind my knees lifting me airborne. I was jostled as this Daryl ran out of the room to somewhere else. I was getting nauseous just watching the ceiling go passed so I closed eyes. I guess I wasn't fast enough because my head started throbbing.

"This way!" Daryl took a sharp turn, jolting my body even more.

It was starting to hurt each time my heart beat. Panic started to set in as each step started to cause me more and more pain, and I didn't want to feel it. At all. I wanted that numbness that had the painful pleasure the longer I indulged in the sensation. I groaned. The pain was getting worse by each second, it was overwhelming.

Then Daryl stopped moving. I was laid down on the cold ground and the stillness helped control the intensity of the pain; enough to allow thoughts to float to my brain. What was happening? Why...why did we stop?

I cracked my eyes open, trying to see if Daryl was still with me. Everything was still blurred but I caught an outline of someone. Daryl. He was waving his arms around. Maybe he was trying to tell me something but I doubt it.

"...o...Ni...co...Nico!"

Who...? The first time I am called by my real name, but why? Why did Daryl's voice sound so familiar? So much like...?

"Nico!" Daryl's hand touched my arm.

I screamed. I screamed so loud in pure agony! My body and brain couldn't handle all that pain and sought relieve in sweet oblivion. I was lost to the panicked cries of Daryl as I passed out.