3rd Person POV
He can't see.
His eyes are filled with blood, blocking all light from entering.
He can't hear.
The endless screaming has deafened his ears to the point of not knowing if it was him or the others screaming, he does not know.
He can't taste.
His tongue has long since stopped allowing him to taste anything but the blood running through his mouth.
He can't feel.
The continues pain for all these years has made him immune to pain.
He can't smell.
The only sense he doesn't miss is his sense of smell.
He never wants to smell the scent of his own blood ever again.
The only way he knew where he was, and who he was with, was because of his demigod sense.
He knew where he was, he could scenes the evil.
The sick pleasure that radiated off the titan with each stab, cut, and burn that was inflicted on every square inch of his body.
He sensed the delight in his eyes as the blade was twisted into his arm by a full 360 degrees.
Tears welled in his eyes as his last reserve was broke once again, he could no longer hold it in. He cried as the blood drained from his face and the tears streamed down his eyes like an endless river.
"Pathetic demigod, what happened to being the hero of Olympus? What happened to the unstoppable man, the bane of monsters, titans, even Gaia herself? Where is that man now?!" screamed Kronos as he ripped the blade out of Percy's arm and plunged it into his back.
Percy screamed once again but kept himself from replying, he knew better than to talk back to his torture.
"ANSWER ME NOW!"
"He's dead..." answer Percy as he struggled to breath. That last blow piercing his right lung.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" replied a smug looking Kronos.
"He's dead." Percy replied, a little louder this time.
"Good. Now today's session is over, and I have a feeling that this will be the last time we get quality time together. At least for some time."
Kronos slowly walked in front of the demigod and pulled his head up from the dirt in which he lay.
"A little going away present. To remember me by."
Kronos said as his scythe appeared in his hand and he slashed the young man's face, from the right temple to the bottom of his chin on the left side.
Percy screamed as he tried in vain to hold his face.
To somehow stop the pain.
"Goodbye grandson. I will soon see you again."
With that he walked away looking ever so smug that he had broken the greatest hero in history.
Percy just lay there.
His back arms and face bleeding a pool of blood that surrounded him.
It seemed like hours before he sensed a presence walking toward him.
He knew it wasn't Kronos.
No, he knew exactly who it was, and for the first time in years, he even smiled a little. Before he let the darkness consume him once again and he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
A/N Hey guys, hope you like it, thanks to my beta reader AfterHardshipComesEase.
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