I realised that Sharktooth never was put apart from Percy, many just thought of him as the same person but thats wrong.

Sharktooth has a different personality as the name does, the pain and suffering, he's totally different. This is how the prisoners came to be.

Enjoy!

Bandit

"No! You can't do this!"

I looked up, a small girl was being dragged in, her eyes wide, filled with fear, but filled with a soul that was yet to be broken.

"Silence little girl!" The Empousa snapped throwing her hand into a cell opposite me, she screamed and cried out as her arm snapped and head clacked against the metal rods of hell.

The monsters left but the girl was sobbing, crying and her tears dribbled slower over time. She cried for her mother, she wouldn't come, nobody would.

"Who are you little girl?" I asked, slightly hesitating, I was older, much too old for this.

She sniffled once and crawled over to the gates between our cells, she gazed at me worried.

"Sasha." She mumbled, sniffing again, innocent eyes sparkling in the faint light in this room.

I laughed, I never knew why, perhaps it was the small innocents the pale face gave, or the slight elfish features that looked although any could be charmed by her.

The girl giggled eyes bright, she looked over my shoulder into my cell, she was staring at a dagger, one I had nicked long ago, eyes seemed to be begging for it.

"That's mine you little thief." I teased lightly, her lip jutted in a pout, so small.

"What's your name?" She tilted her head slightly, wondering with intelligent eyes.

"I am Sharktooth little Thief, and you can't have that name either." She lightly poked my chest in an annoyed way, but her eyes sparkled with mischief again.

"That's not your real name." She seemed almost like a police officer, quick to the point but she wouldn't make me speak.

"It's been since I can remember. Sasha might be your birth name, but I don't think that fits you little Thief, you look like an elf, ready to attack me any moment."

She jumped to her feet, hands on her hips, eyes flaring.

"I am not an elf!" She cried in mock anger, I chuckled again.

"But by the looks you're giving my dagger, I say you want to sneak on in like a robber."

She gave a sly grin, slightly resembling a raccoon.

"What can I say, I'm an amazing Bandit."

"Bandit it is." She giggled and held out her arm, a slight act of friendship, which couldn't turn this little girl down?

I shook it.

Fang

Four months later

"Sharktooth! We got another one!"

"Wait a sec Bandit." I shouted back, must she always wake me up like this? Kronos was getting confused why my nose kept breaking.

A timid brown haired bow was thrown in, he was wearing a red shirt and black pants, one look of his almost mouse like face and I could tell exactly who it was.

"Apollo, name?"

The boy seemed shocked but gave a small smile, a canine tooth stuck out pretty far on his right side, Bandit giggled.

"I'm Ryan, your right on the guess of my parent." I nodded and looked away, my scar still tended to itch.

"You got one nasty fang there Ryan." Bandit snickered; he based his teeth like a Hellhound, showing off both of his sharp teeth.

"Put a leash on Fang; don't want you biting the mailman." Bandit said again, I sighed and returned to the corner of my cell, occasionally a few laughed were heard. Welcome Fang to the prison; let's hope Kronos doesn't hate you.

Red Knife

Few more months

"Gah!" I shouted, narrowly avoiding the trigger set spout of acid. I jumped avoiding another blast. I got hit on my belly; it's not a nice feeling to get your skin melted off.

"Gregory! You said he would be hit!"

"I-I'm-m s-sorry m-my l-lor-"

"Silence fool!" Kronos screeched, apparently torture number 231 wasn't working out so well for him, I smirked slightly and avoided another blast.

"B-but m-my l-l-lor-"

"Kill him!" I spared a glance and wished I hadn't. Gregory's lifeless body was missing several limbs including his right arm and head. A large anteater like monster was busy smacking on his corpse; it had no teeth but strong gums.

It looked right at me, opened its mouth, showing Greg's head, eyes wide in fear and mouth open in a scream.

Shhlooop! The head exploded under pressure, I jumped the acid, but spat repeatedly as a hint of…..some part of Greg went into my mouth, I think it was his eardrum honestly, it was hard to tell under all the b-

"ARGGGHHHH!" Acid drenched my leg from below; the rusty red goop sizzled on my calf, burning it until I would pass out.

I blinked back the tears and focused. The spouts came on every twenty seconds at exactly three seconds after launch it would become within target range. They blasted for around five seconds than switched. The nozzle moved so it was weak on the neck.

SSSSSZZZZZZZZzzzzzzz! The acid spouted and I jumped, grabbing the nozzle and twisting it around, aiming directly at the glass, it hissed and acid spouted, burning a hole into the glass and onto the control pad, shutting off the torture. Kronos made a shield of fire, but the anteater thing screamed in agony before exploding in dust, goodbye possum.

"Seize him!" I dropped knowing I would get thrashes later, currently, my leg just hurt.

"Wicked moves out there." A tough girl was blinking at me from her cell, she wasn't too happy, must have seen the kid die.

"You get used to it." I spat and the monsters tossed me away. Fang looked over, same as Bandit.

"She's Red Knife, an Ares girl."

"Red Knife?" Out of the named Bandit came up with….this wasn't one of the best.

"Yeah! It took three Empousa to get her! She killed the first four!" I nodded and Red Knife glared slightly.

"Welcome to the prison Red Knife, you might just live."

Black Eye

Four months later (Slightly gruesome, read at your own caution)

I screamed, not the girly one that cowards use, but the blood curdling one that I was so often used to.

Kronos had a new friend; his name was Macerin, a bloody Dark ages fan.

"This is called the wheel torture, used when people believe that witches or demons were inside a person."

I was on a wheel. Legs and Arms overhanging, my right leg twitching slightly. A Cyclops had a club, and smashed it again against my right leg, a small spike on it caught and the wheel spun again, ripping it out.

I gasped for breath, my legs and arms useless, obviously shattered and broken, Kronos didn't seem happy though.

"And this torture is for death only?" The man frowned.

"My lord?"

"You do realize that we need Sharktooth for many other experiments, do you not?"

The man's eyes widened, he bowed his head.

"You should have learned." Kronos spat and turned, The Cyclops grinned lifting his club, I closed my eyes, and too much bloodshed I had seen.

WhooooshSPLISHST! I dared open my eyes, the man was crumbled to the ground, looking like a human accordion, head compacted to a pancake, what was left of his brains seeping through his ears as blood stained his white shirt red.

I shouldn't expect more, torture like this was daily, I learned, and I never forget.

"How useless you are Shark tooth." Kronos sighed, tisking, I remained silent.

"How will we ever see if a human can survive a mix of Unicorn blood and Drakon venom if you're gone?"

My stomach twisted but I remained silent. He waved his hand and my bones snapped back into place, healing with titan fire that burned my nerve, almost driving me to insanity with the pain I felt.

Die, let me die or be killed. But no, not even death could free me. I was trapped, trapped between life and death, as if there was a difference. Life was pain, Death was pain. There was no escape.

"Take him to his cell." An Empousa grabbed me, dragging me as it was used to, throwing me in it walked away. I looked up, a new boy, still strong, still brave.

"You okay shark tooth?" Bandit muttered in a deep whisper. I gave a curt nod, I was fine, blood was nothing, it was smart she gave up helping me, nobody could.

"This is Black eye, the sleepy bugger." Red Knife chuckled; Black eye looked away, deep black lines under his eyes, a son or Morpheus no doubt.

"That's Shark tooth, the leader of us, the only one that's faced death." Fang muttered to Black eye. I faced the wall, my wounds were bad, but I didn't care.

"Stay out of Kronos's way, then you'll go through less pain." I muttered, my voice was thin, broken as was my spirit.

"Isn't the expression, 'then you'll live?'"

Red Knife asked, tilting her head, my eyes narrowed looking at the wall.

"There is no difference between life and death now Red Knife, only pain and agony. Live and die, die and be born again, there is no escape."

The rest of the day was silent.

I'll have Thalia up next, my life is being crappy to me, i needed to get out my anger. hope you understand better now!