Hey guys! I'm back and ready to get this chapter started!

So last chapter I asked you guys to tell me if you wanted me to continue the story or just leave it as a one-shot. Sadly there were no replys so I decided to continue it because I have alot of ideas for it.

Think you can handle the madness?

BTW- Posideon, unknown girl, Percy

Last time-

Blood.

It surrounded him.

To say Percy Jackson was having a bad day would be an understatement.

Blood.

Hermione also felt the blood.

Surrounding her, making her clothes stick to her body.

Smoke.

Not blood.

But smoke.

The smell of his own burning flesh made him gag.

A death fit for a king.

Insanity.

Taking her over.

And screaming.

Not from her.

It was driving her mad.

-devlish smile- Oh it gets worse...-evil laughter and lightning-

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Chapter 2- On a quest to save the unknown

"STOP!" A female's voice screamed in his head.

Who is that?

What do they want to stop?

Why are they in his head?

"Go to her Percy."

Dad?

What the-

"Stop, please!" The girl's voice cut him off, the desperation in her voice growing.

"Go to her Percy. She needs you."

Who needs me?

Where am I?

Dad?

Dad?!

Ugh!

He clenched his fist.

She needs you.

The words echoed in his head.

Should he go?

Should he leave the "safety" of the the blood to go find some girl?

"Please."

That was it.

He was going.

He swam to the top.

BREATHBREATHBREATHBREATHBREATHBREATHBREATHBREATHBREATHBREATHBREATHBREATH

Do you know how sometimes when your in the shower you can't breath well?

You have the door closed, steam clouding the room, water beating down you're face. Its kinda difficult to breath.

Thats exactly how Hermione felt.

Smoke in the air.

Choking her, making her eyes water.

The screams that she heard were farther away than she had thought, five miles at the least.

She stared at the redish brown dirt under her knees, burning her hands.

She bit her lip to stop from screaming.

The pain was so much easier to handle.

Easier than seeing the horrors that surrounded her.

Another horrible scream pierced the air.

Now that she was out of the blood she could tell that it was a male screaming.

She needed to help him.

She had a feeling that he was going to be important in the trip through Hell.

She rose shakily to her feet, her head still facing the ground.

Her eyes pratically glued shut.

"Come on Hermione." She whispered. "You can do this."

She raised her head high.

"Three." She mumbled shakily.

Her nails dug into her palms.

"Two."

A small of sweat drippled of her brow.

"One."

She opened her eyes and:

Threw up all over the place.

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He let out one more nerve wracking scream and everything stopped.

The feelings of regret and depression disappearing into sweet nothingness

And Pain?

What pain?

Edmund felt nothing anymore.

No pain. No emotion.

Nothing.

The scars were the only sign that the pain had even exsisted to begin with.

He looked down at the slashes and the burns that covered his arms.

"Well..." He started, an empty laugh escaping his lips. "Those are never going away."

His brushed lightly against the scarred flesh.

He looked up at the ceiling, his consciousness slowly fading.

Black spots invading his vision.

"I'm sorry, dad." He mumbled, before everything went black.

CRAZYCRAZYCRAZYCRAZYCRAZYCRAZYCRAZYCRAZYCRAZYCRAZYCRAZYCRAZYCRAZYCRAZY

Laughter echoed of the walls.

The screaming had long faded away as all the cell mates stared at the young raven haired girl.

"Oh now you stop?!" She screamed angrily, before bursting into laughter once more.

"But of course!" She cried, her eyes twinkiling crazily. "It is nothing but the usual."

She rose to her feet, smiling creepily.

She studied the ground.

Something shiny caught her eye.

"Glass." She whispered, stumbling to it.

She picked it up in her dirty hands and slid it across her arm.

Blood dripped to the floor.

She laughed giddly.

"Cuts and bruises!" She sang. "Bruises and cuts!"

Even the oldest of prisoners had started to move to the back of their cages. Never had any of them seen someone so...broken. Especially someone who had only just arrived.

The girl started skipping around the room, cutting a random part of her body each time her right foot hit the ground.

She twirled around, giggling like a school girl.

A very scary school girl.

All the inmates were so focused on the girl and she was so focused on cutting and dancing that none of them noticed the pair of glowing pink eyes in the corner.

FREAKYFREAKYFREAKYFREAKYFREAKYFREAKYFREAKYFREAKYFREAKYFREAKYFREAKY

Ok I'm scared and I'm the one whos writing the story.

Seriously this is some messed up crap and it only gets worse!

Anyways, anyone wanna tell me who our last character is? And if you know her then can you tell me why she was so easily broken?

See ya next time! -lightning flashes and I disappear-

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