Lights flashes as blinding pain seared through his body. He couldn't breathe and his eyes burned. Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, savior of Olympus, was drowning. He'd been kidnapped right off the streets over a week ago and taken to these labs. He didn't know how the mortals were able to tell who he was and how they knew about his powers. They liked to experiment with what liquids Percy could breathe in and which he couldn't. Either that or they were just being mean. After salt water, mountain water, disgustingly polluted water, and tap water, they'd moved onto different chemicals. Right now Percy was pretty sure he was being submerged in bleach. He started banging on the glass walls of the cylindrical tank he was in to kindly let the scientist know that they were hurting him. That's all they ever seemed to do. The tank emptied quickly and left Percy kneeling on the ground, trying to catch his breath. He was exhausted; he'd been in experiments like this for days. New ones were constantly being preformed so he barely had any time to do important stuff like sleep and eat. And when he did eat, it was so gross, he didn't even feel bad that he couldn't sacrifice any to the gods. Not that there was any to spare. Percy thought about Annabeth and his friends at camp every day, waiting for them to come and rescue him because there was no way he was getting out of this alone.
Project Director Stephanie Edmunds looked on the test subject with disdain as it heaved itself off the floor. Even after it had almost drowned in the specially crafted solution it still moved with the easy grace that no normal human had. Director Edmund's couldn't stand it. She liked things that made sense. This thing on the other side of the glass did not make sense. It looked like a human boy, when he screamed he sounded like a human boy, he even acted like a normal, teenage, human boy. But, Director Edmunds reminded herself, he did not move, smell, breathe, think, or sleep like a human. The cooperation, M.I.S.T. they were calling themselves now, had captured several demi-gods before, but none were as powerful as the one before her. Yes, M.I.S.T. did know about the Greek gods and their little bastards, there was even a subdivision of M.I.S.T. that dealt with Egyptian gods and their followers. She had several agents who could see through the vapor that seemed to cloud their eyes whenever they came to close to the mythological world. They were the ones who brought in this abomination. Director Edmunds hated them all. She nodded to the security beside her. They marched into the room with the tank and seized the subject. It would be going back to its cell now. They were done for today.