100 Days Lost In Time's Domain – Chapter 2: Cry Baby

Warning: Language and possible triggers.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the Percy Jackson Series, they belong to Rick. You own your fabulous self. ^-^


The streets became a blur as you ran ahead not knowing where your final destination would be. You couldn't go home. Not now, it wasn't the safe place you could retreat back to anymore. You had out ran your fellow classmates that had been chasing you from the school canteen, which was quite an accomplishment in the sense that you hated anything physical and sports related - in this case running.

The sirens of the police cars that had been tracking your movements had died down as well. The last time you turned your head to check how many there were, you could see two of them. It was obvious the school and police would send a search party to your house first to find you and your motions for nearly killing that boy, but you knew they wouldn't find anything. The single bungalow you lived in alone away from your past, reflected the simple life you lived, with just the necessities to keep you alive.

Your body was showing signs of exhaustion. Every deep breath you inhaled became painful, yet you pushed on forward away from civilisation. The late summer weather didn't help as well as the sun was still high in the sky even for late afternoon, bringing the temperature up into the high 20s / low 30s. The damning effect on your body was now evident, you were losing too much water from your system. Your vision was becoming unstable and your head was spinning, confusing your brain as if you were on a boat enroute to the destination of the Bermuda Triangle.

"I'm definitely not going to the Sea of Monsters... that's for sure. I'd rather visit Tartarus," You muttered under your breath. By now you had lost track of where you had been running and when you finally slowed down your pace to walking speed, you were truly lost. Nonetheless, you continued walking onwards into the abyss of nowhere. Whatever one could define as officially nowhere.

To the average passerby you looked as if you were a drunkard in broad daylight or evening – you couldn't determine what it was due to the exhaustion of your body. You fumbled left and right as your feet had a mind of their own, leading you somewhere, phone still clutched tightly in your hand. Why can't I walk straight, I'm not on a boat, it shouldn't be hard.

Weak. Those lifeless whispers were back. Toying with you, manipulating you like they always did. So weak. You'll never survive out here all alone. Give yourself to me; let me consume you (y/n) and your body. You'll never be alone anymore.

You couldn't take it anymore, as you paced blindly over the twigs and leaves that smothered the forest floor. Panting, you collapsed against a lone willow tree, sliding down the rough bark to rest your body against it. You took your school bag off your back and laid it on the ground, using it as a makeshift pillow. Laying your head against it, you turned to face your phone beside your head, pressing the power button.

5:57pm. You stared at your phone blankly realising no one could help you. Not anymore. You're alone forever (y/n).

A crow flew by across the blushing sky above as you stared up at the clouds that drifted by. A sign of change that is to come. The summer breeze blew lightly through the pine and birch trees, as you gazed up at the crimson sunset. The fresh pine smell of the forest lingered in the air, mixed with the dampness of the tree bark where it had rained only yesterday. It was calm and peaceful for once in your life.

"Quite a rare moment," You mused, smirking. Never had you enjoyed peace like this before, surrounded by nature.

Your life seemed cursed from the day you were born, the scar of the punishment was etched into your body. Becoming the present and on to the future, the punishment would return from your past to haunt the life you want to live. The life you have always dreamed of. The life you had always hoped for. But the destiny God had laid for you would always be the cycle of punishment. A violation of tranquility and freedom. Does a God truly exist if I have never experienced the life mankind was destined?

There was no birdsong, no life, except the cool summer breeze that rustled the weeping willow above you, blowing your (h/c) hair across your face. The sky started to darken, the beauty of the night finally awakening from its deep slumber. Though you knew the night ahead would be a long one. The beauty in the fear would be back once again. The silence was your only comfort, as your mind drew back to the events that seemed like days ago.

"(y/n) STOP! You'll kill him!"

"I'll see you after school (y/n), 4 pm sharp, here at my desk. Your attitude is starting to get out of hand; we need to discuss this personally. It isn't like you to make sudden outbursts, did something happen at home-"

"Yeah, we never talk anyway, so it's fine now. Besides I've got you guys now for company,"

"I can see why (his/her) parents treated-"

"That's it."

"Someone's asking for their death sentence by me. Well, today is your lucky day. I'd happily give it to you."

"What a pretty colour isn't it?" The sweet crimson.

You retreated back into yourself hugging your body close, trying to keep yourself calm. There is a beauty in fear. It is much more sincere. But this fear was devouring your soul and consuming your life. Your breathing began to pick up as your thoughts became clouded.

You began to over think every minuscule detail, playing out every imaginable scenario that came into your mind, from that one incident. Every outcome was savage. There was no other word that could best describe it. The brutal reality would never change, no matter how hard you tried to think otherwise.

"It isn't my fault. They made me. I did nothing wrong." You shut your eyes, curling up into the foetal position on the forest ground. The pain welling up from the core, burning you inside.

"It isn't my fault. It's not their right to mention my past. I want to forget it. Not remise it." Your vision became blurry, as the usual routine began. The breaking. Your body started shivering, not from the cold, but from the pain and fear etched inside you, encompassing you in the darkness. The first tears began to fall as you replayed that moment again.

The fragile body at mercy in your hand. The sweet fear on his little child-like face. The sweet crimson life that leaked out of his body. The lifeless words you pierced his soul with.

"Why? Why do I have to face this? Why can't my life be like everyone else's?" You cried out loud, the hot tears scarring your face. This was it, your shattering. Your body was ready for the dump, to be thrown in a body bag and left to rot for six trillion years. You were always a strong person on the outside to everyone. Though when you were alone, this was the only time did you finally let the emotions welling up inside you crumble your existence.

You felt like nothing. You had nothing. There was nothing to live for all this time. You had fallen down too many times and gotten back up. But this time, you couldn't reciprocate it again. There was no one out there to help you anymore now that everyone had witnessed your darkness. Is this it?

Forever Alone.

Those two words. The two words that terrorised your very existence became true. It was my destiny all along. You had no control over your tears, they kept staining your face. Your mind became blank as the words sank into your thoughts, tainting them with the darkness. You stared blankly at the ground in front of you, the hope you had extinguished. The little glimmer you had this morning was a lie. The lies you kept telling yourself were only there for comfort. But did it actually do anything? No. Nothing. The whispers always spoke the truth. Yet you never knew who's whispers they were.

Time froze again.

(His/her) face appeared in your mind, the pure joy on that face, snickering at your outburst this morning. Your body became frozen, as you laid there curled up enduring the image. At first, it was a snicker and then it became laughing through your tears. You couldn't stop continuously laughing hysterically as if it was a drug - the drug of hate.

Oh how you wanted to do so many things to that traitor, you pictured every grotesque image of torture in your mind. To see them begging for mercy and forgiveness at your knees for every time of betrayal they had committed. The pure joy you took in from that mental image. (His/her) broken face appeared as you smothered their friend to near death.

You replayed that image again and again, watching how (he/she) suffered. Dark humour always brought out this side in you which was caused by years of suffering in isolation. Your inhumane laughter began to die down as your eyelids grew heavy with fatigue.

"Next time your face will have the brick thrown at it." You mumbled before inviting the darkness to drag you away.


Darkness. Darkness is everywhere, it only envelops me. But it's only you that I desire. I need you…

You woke alarmed by the voice in your head. Sweat caked your body, your (h/c) hair clung to your face, like a second skin as your skull pounded, vision blurring. The air didn't feel right and the temperature was point five degrees lower than you would have liked it to be. You sat up, cracking your back in the process. Scanning the area wearily, you realised that you weren't in the forest that you had collapsed in moments before whiting out. How long have I been here?

Darkness. Darkness everywhere… You clutched your skull in pain as you heard the monotonous voice again. A voice that lacked no soul and no life. Just death.

"That voice… why is it so familiar?" You grunted, shutting your eyes against the white searing hot pain in your skull. You felt around you blindly trying to get a sense of your bearings. Your fingers grazed over the porcelain china bones that smothered the cracked ground beneath you, separating you from the depths of this hell you were in.

You stumbled to your feet, your legs refusing to obey your commands. Wherever you were, you didn't know and you needed to find a way out and fast. Dragging yourself, you walked onwards, in hope of finding the light, your mind full of questions as you tried to recount what happened to you, though in vain. Why am I here?

The darkness was endless and the silence was a warning to the danger that was almost upon you. You felt a tinge of uneasiness in the air and that mixed with the scent of fresh death, the space that surrounded you suddenly felt confined. Cautiously, you walked over the mangled bones, your shoes sticking to the blood and flesh of the most recent disfigured corpses. The coppery smell of blood stained the air and you scrunched your nose in disgust, trying to breathe through your mouth.


"(Y/n) You bastard. Why can't you be like all the other kids?"

"You can't even talk to your own parents. Even after everything we've done for you."

"Dirty little child. (S/he) probably goes around bitching about us at school. It'll be your neck on the line (y/n)."

"GET OUT OF OUR HOUSE. YOU AREN'T OUR (SON/DAUGHTER)! NOT ANYMORE!"

"FUCK OFF!" You cried out in agony falling to your knees, the vision fading, fading. Memories flooded past your eyes as you remembered. You remembered the betrayal they had caused you. The true pain. You had never noticed it till now. You desperately scrambled to your feet running through the swamp of dead biomass trying to flee from your past. Why can't I escape it?

"YOU WERE A MISTAKE TO HAVE EVER BEEN BORN! I'M GOING TO HANG YOU AND PULVERISE YOU! THEN SEASON YOU WITH SALT AND PEPPER AND FEED YOU TO LUCIFER!-"

Crrraacck.

You came into contact with the ground as you miscalculated your step, smashing your face against the skull of the rotten carcass in front of you. An intense piercing pain shot up your neck, as your head whipped back from the rebound. It felt as if a million tiny parasites and burning irons were scalding your neck, pulsating across your body in waves of intense agony. You writhed in pain as you grasped the back of your neck trying to ease the pain. Bastard. What is my purpose anymore?

"Purpose? The only purpose you have is for my desires." That same bittersweet voice from before replied from behind you.

"Who are you and why the fuck are you humiliating me?" You spat out, fury and hatred pumping through your blood. Your eyes darted around searching for your victim; your thoughts were outlined with murder, like a demon. You would kill the one who was torturing your very existence.

"My, my, my. Tsk. You wound me, darling. You don't recognise me (y/n)?" The smooth voice replied, the smirk was clearly there. You covered your eyes as there was a blinding white light through the darkness. You opened one eye then the other, still trying to adjust to the dark again after just being temporarily blinded.

"Is the little lamb blind?" The voice mocked again. This time you were sure you heard a deep chuckle. Almost hypnotising.

"Shut the fuck up, bastard." You retaliated as your vision began to slowly recover, trying to resist that voice. Adjusting to the light, after opening one eye and then the other, there in front of you was a figure. A man perhaps. No, he was inhumanly tall even though he was stood far away. Eyes emperor gold and hypnotising.

"Someone's too foul mouthed to understand what respect is…" The figure replied, his face masked by the darkness, his piercing gold eyes bore into your own (e/c) ones.

"Who the fuck are you? Where am I and what the hell am I doing here?!" You spat out ignoring the figure's previous insult. Respect. Ha, I've never been respected. Why should other people get the special treatment?

"I'm afraid once something is truly lost it can never be returned again." A sickly sweet smile was engraved across the figure's face, though you couldn't see it in the blackness. A stab in the chest. That's what you felt. Your life and blood held no meaning anymore. Is he talking about the cycle?

"(y/n)… Once drowned in the depths of darkness, you lose sight of light. When that light has dispersed, there is no return. (y/n), our light died out long ago and so there's nothing for us to go back or look forward to. There is nothing but an empty corpse left on that cold and cruel world that was left to rot." You looked back up to the figure confused, staring at those Midas gold eyes. What are you trying to say?

"I want to continue to indulge myself in this darkness until it consumes me. But I can't do that without you. I need you. I desire you." The figure replied turning his back on you, looking onwards to the shadows of darkness.

"No… No. I will not be consumed by the darkness I have been trying to escape all this time." Your voice a whisper at first grew louder. The world seemed as if in hyper drive as adrenaline pulsated through your veins with loud booms, every sound magnified to a countless number.

"Is there truly any human who is not arrogant? You were always truly lost (y/n). This is just the unexploded mine buried in your head." The figure's voice replied, malice evident in his voice. Your lungs suddenly felt restricted, you couldn't breathe and your airway was becoming tighter.

Tick tock.

10

"There are only two kinds of people exist in this world, those who steal and those who are stolen from. We've experienced both haven't we?" You began to experience flashes of white lights, cobwebs started creeping over your vision. The figure stood there staring back at you with cold-blooded eyes, not a flinch of guilt passed those cold gold eyes.

Tick tock.

9

"Don't you see? I brought you here to the depths of Tartarus. I was forever alone (y/n). I've been waiting for you to arrive so that we could be complete." You could see the twisted pleasure radiating off the figure's skin. The pain in your lungs was making you gasp and stagger for the breaths that you could not catch.

Tick Tock.

8

"T-Tartarus." You choked out, feeling drowsy as you felt your life leaving your body. You stumbled backward, the crimson liquid flooding your lungs as you started to drown. Your body was deteriorating, the figure tearing you limb by limb apart.

Tick tock.

7

"Why do you have to make me suffer? You'll only make yourself suffer like now, look at you."

Tick tock.

6

"We have no need for the past. All we need are the present and the future together (y/n)."

Tick tock.

5

"When you think you've escaped the pain and forgotten it, that's nothing more than stagnation. (y/n), we can't move forward without the pain."

Tick tock.

4

"I will make it hurt (y/n). I will carve the pain I have experienced in this underworld into your body." You collapsed to the ground, your body spasming out of control.

Tick tock.

3

"(y/n). Dreams can come true, your dream of a free life. But nightmares can come true, the nightmare that you think this to be. Nightmares are dreams too." Your eyelids relaxed, closing, closing.

Tick tock.

2

"Time's up (y/n). We can be together now, finally complete. All this time and now you're finally mine… You'll never be alone now you have me." The figure's voice faded as he walked closer to your body, his eyes now full of desire. Time slowed down, almost frozen as you gasped for the last words that never came as your lungs drowned with blood… The last thing you ever wanted in your life.

Eternal Freedom From The Darkness.

Tick tock.

One.