Hey guys, here's the update I told you about.

But before we begin, I must set the record straight in case anyone else misunderstood.

You see, in one review a person thought that the immortal I was talking about was the one controlling the demigods. Well I'm here to say he isn't. That is all I shall reveal at the moment. To figure out the rest, you must read on.

Also, please review and suggest who Percy should end up with. It cannot be Annabeth or Artemis. That would mess with the storyline I'm planning.

Now on with the story!

Chapter 2

Percy's POV

I woke up to my head feeling like it was used for soccer practice. I lifted my head, groaning in pain, to see the guy that drove me away from one home and now he's taken my family away as well.

Standing in front of me was Jonathan Price.

He sneered at me. "Finally you woke up. I was afraid I had already killed you. And that wouldn't have been very fun, now would it?" He said to me evilly.

I glare at him as I try to get up, but find myself with my hands tied behind me to the supporting beam of the apartment building.

Jonathan noticed my attempt and grinned. "Oh yeah, I figured you would be upset with me, whether it's about influencing your idiot friends to abandon you or about me killing your whore of a mother and the imbecile she married."

I try my hardest to get out of my bonds to attack him but they held strong. He just laughed at my struggle.

I eventually stop and continue to glare at him. "Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you?"

He stared at me with a maniacal look in his eye. "Oh you didn't do anything to me. But you could get in the way of my master's plans, so he recruited me. In return for breaking and killing you he will award me with immortality." He explained in a daze, thinking about being immortal.

I look suspiciously at him. "And just who is your master? Kronos? Hyperion? Some other titan looking to overthrow the gods? Well I won't work! The gods and half-bloods will beat them like before!" I yell at him.

He threw his head back, cackling like a madman (which he definitely is). "You fool. You think those weakling titans have any strength to rise again so soon?" He continued his mad cackling for a minute before he quieted down.

"If they're not your masters, then who is?" I demanded.

He rolled his eyes and looked at me boredly. "Think about it dimwit. You saw him in the last war. You nearly fell by his hand. Who did you see in the last war that almost killed you and still has enough power to rise." I glared at him, thinking through my memory who it could be. After a couple of seconds Jonathan got impatient. "Okay, I'll give you one more clue." He leaned in, right next to my ear, and whispered the words I least wanted to hear at the moment. "He still has Bob and Damasen."

I froze. I look at Jonathan in shock. "No…"

He grins. "Oh, but Perseus, of course he is. What better time to rise than right after a second war?" He explains. "All the power the Olympians used up fighting Typhon and the giants in the last two wars, it leaves them completely defenseless."

I sit there, staring at him in shock for another moment until I straighten up and glare at Jonathan once more. "You won't get away with this. I won't let you."

Before Jonathan could respond a dark voice chuckled from beneath them. "But Perseus, what could you possibly do? Right now you're a bit occupied with my warrior and me, and even if you did manage to get away, what would you do? Your friends still don't believe you and the Olympians are busy right now recuperating from so much energy loss in just a few years." The dark voice pointed out.

Jonathan looked to the ground with an insane smile on his face. "Ah, my master is almost ready. Just a few more hours until an entrance to the pit opens below us and he rises to destroy Olympus. But until then, I think I'll entertain him." Jonathan then looks at me with a stare that promised pain.

He walks over but then stops, as if he is hearing someone talk. Then something pops out of the ground at Jonathan's feet and Percy pales. It was a knife, but not just any knife. Annabeth's knife. That she lost in the pit.

Jonathan smirks as he picks it up and looks at Percy. "My master says that you have a history with this blade. He thinks it would be a great idea to torture you with it." He says as he twirls the knife in his hand.

"Oh, and feel free to scream as loud as you want. There's nobody alive to hear you around here."

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Chiron's POV

I searched for hours for the child Annabeth spoke of. I searched everywhere but never found a single trace of a demigod. It's obvious I had been fooled but why would Annabeth do this. As I trotted back to camp my blood ran cold as I thought about Percy and I began running full speed back to camp.

As I ran I thought about Annabeth. Is it possible she finally submitted to whatever dark magic is at work here? If so, what could she and the rest of the camp have done to Percy while I was gone? As I thought about the possibilities I urged myself to go faster.

As I finally arrived, it was night time and I could tell the campers were celebrating something in the dining pavilion. I sprinted there to find an out of control party going on. I stomped my hoof three times against the floor to get all of their attention. As they looked at me I gave them all my harshest glare, to which they all flinched.

"Who wishes to explain the reason for the festivities and where is Perseus might I add?" I demanded.

To my dismay, Annabeth stepped forward and spoke. "That is the reason for the party Chiron. We ran Percy out of camp. We knew you'd disapprove but Percy had to go. He was out of control, breaking and stealing things. We have no idea why you protect him so much but we didn't you to get in the way so I told a small lie so you would leave for a while."

I was shocked beyond belief. But now was not a time to panic. It's decided now. Whatever is doing this to the children of camp is now endangering them. I now have good reason to contact the Olympians.

I quickly grab a piece of paper and scribbled the word emergency on it then tossed it in a brazier. "To Hermes." Soon after, all of camp is flashed to Olympus.

"Chiron, what is the reason you have called us here?" Zeus asked. He almost sounded worried considering this is the first time in over a hundred years that Chiron has requested for an audience with the gods and the last time was an endangerment to the world.

I stepped forward and bowed. "Lord Zeus, I believe there is a force manipulating the campers. For the past week young Perseus has been framed by your son that recently arrived at camp by the name of Jonathan Prince."

Zeus' face grew into one of seriousness. "Chiron, I hope your accusation pays off. I do not take the bad mouthing of my children lightly."

I nodded and continued. Every time Percy was accused or framed he swore on the Styx it wasn't him. But whoever he told this too, their eyes would just glaze over and gain a tint of color. Purple I believe. But the reason I have now called you is because the force controlling your children is now endangering campers."

A few of the gods and goddesses looked worried for their children. "What do you mean Chiron? What has happened?" Questioned Athena, not showing her worry on the surface.

"Earlier today Annabeth came to me and told me a camper needed help in the forest. Knowing I am in charge of keeping all of your children safe until they can protect themselves I rushed off to find this camper. The problem is I didn't find a camper." I explained.

"Why? Whose child was in the forest?" Zeus asked, not caring if he sounded worried now.

I look grimly at the council. "There was no child. Annabeth lied to me in order to get me away from camp."

Athena looked to her daughter. "Annabeth, why would you want Chiron away from camp?"

Annabeth was about to answer when Poseidon interrupted her. "Chiron, where is Percy?" Poseidon asks worriedly.

I look to him with tears in my eyes. "While I was away the campers drove Percy away from camp."

Poseidon's eyes filled with rage. He was about to grab his trident when I called out. "Lord Poseidon, wait! It is not completely their fault. A force was influencing them." I remind him. He calms down and continues to listen. "So now we must find out where Perseus is and who this force is that is controlling campers."

"Agreed." Zeus thundered. (A/N couldn't resist)Zeus summons a fountain to the middle of the throne room. He then throws a drachma into the mist. "Iris, show us Percy Jackson." The rainbow shimmered and showed a picture that stunned everyone.

There, standing in the IM, was Percy, covered in deep cuts and bruises, inside what was expected to be his mothers apartment. He had a storm raging around him as he stared ahead. He was in front of a hole that had a large purple hand holding on to the edge. And on the other side of the pit was Jonathan Prince, grinning like a maniac, holding a bronze knife in his hand.

Everyone was frozen in shock. Nobody had expected to see this.

Then Percy yelled in fury as the pipes burst in the apartment and water flooded out. It rushed forward and grabbed Jonathan, surprising him, and then threw him in the pit. You could almost hear him yelling on the way down if it weren't for the storm. Then something began rising out of the pit. All of the immortals watching paled as they saw Tartarus rise from the pit and the demigods cowered as they saw the one of the scariest beings in existence enter their world.

But before Tartarus could escape the pit completely Percy ran forward and began hacking and slashing at Tartarus' hands and face while also blasting him back with water. The primordial roared in rage, and tried to swat Percy aside but couldn't because he kept dodging at the last moment. Tartarus' hand began to slip off the edge.

He yelled out to Percy as the rest of the viewers could hear, "If I can't have my return today, then I'll have your death Hero of Olympus!" with that, he got a hit on Percy, resulting in the hero flying backwards. At the same time Tartarus finally slipped, Percy landed on the sharp end of one of the burst pipes, going straight through his heart. You could hear the primordial yelling as the hole closed up. Then…

Silence.

That's all that was heard as the Olympians stared at the IM.

The Hero of Olympus was dead.

And Tartarus was rising.

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Percy's POV

Well this sucks.

I didn't think my life could get much worse. As usual, I was so wrong.

Here I am, being tortured by the asshole who ruined my life and Tartarus will be rising soon.

Yep, that's worse.

I recoil again as the knife cuts down my side this time. The very weapon that killed Kronos is torturing me. If I wasn't in so much pain I might have mentioned the irony.

Jonathan smirked at my pain. "Are you ready to die? Ready to give up hope and admit you're defeated?"

I spit at him. "Never!"

He frowns in frustration. "You're quite stubborn, aren't you?" He brings the knife down on my chest again. I scream in agony.

"Music to my ears." Jonathan mocked.

Before he could cut him again the ground began rumbling.

Jonathan laughed. "He's here!"

No, I thought. this can't happen. I won't let it!

Then something happened. The rope started untying. I looked but there was nobody there. But before I could think about it the ground began opening. Jonathan backed up, far on the other side of the room.

"I'M FREE!" I heard coming from the hole. "AT LAST!"

The ground opened to double the size of a car and a gigantic, purple hand reached out.

Then the ropes around my hands fell and I got up, grabbing riptide from my pocket and uncapping it.

"Bring it on; I'm not letting you hurt anymore of my friends. My family. I will protect them!" I yell as a storm, stronger than my others whipped up. The rain pouring around me was healing my wounds and making me stronger.

I look around me then stared ahead at Jonathan, the hand, the pit; and I thought Well, here we go.

With a yell of rage I make the pipes burst from the wall and send water surging forward to Jonathan, pulling him into the pit. Then Tartarus started pulling himself up.

Oh no you don't! I think to myself.

I charge forward and start slicing and chopping away at his hands and face. He roared in fury and swatted at me, but I dodge and continue attacking, blasting him with water in an attempt to knock him off. Again and again I repeat the process. Hack, slash, blast, dodge, repeat. Slowly, but surely he was slipping.

Finally, after an eternity of attacking, he was about to fall. This was good because I was getting tired. Then he yelled in outrage. "If I can't have my return today I'll have your death hero of Olympus!"

Then he did it.

He finally hit me.

I flew backwards, hoping I hit something soft. But my luck is never that good, is it? I landed on one of the burst pipes. Even worse was that it was sharp as a sword.

The pipe went straight through my heart.

This is it.

This is how I die.

As the world seems to fade into darkness before my eyes, my only pleasure is seeing Tartarus' hand slip off the edge in my last moments.

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Warm.

That's what dying felt like.

Surprisingly warm.

Wait, what?

I then opened my eyes to see I'm lying in a forest. I get up and look around.

"Finally you woke up!"

My head snaps up to see a man sitting in a tree. He has blonde hair and tanned skin. He was wearing a bright white t-shirt with jeans and combat boots. Oh and there's the fact he has wings sticking out his back.

"You know you're one heavy sleeper?"

End Chapter

And that's the next chapter.

And for those of you wondering, yes, that was the immortal at the end. And I want you to try and guess who he is before the next chapter is up. Put it in the reviews. Which reminds me: review please!

Oh, and I know his will be someone's guess and I'm just going to shoot it down now. No, it's not Eros/Cupid.

Well that's it. Bye.