Chapter 3: Tartarus, and a Visit from Above.

Comments;

Great Snake: thanks for deciding to stick around. I appreciate it. As for the rushed part, I haven't got the emptiest of schedules, and have to balance between this and Dark Side of Life, so I don't have much time and try to do it as quick as possible, without making too many mistakes. I am also attempting to make other stories, but I might stick with these two for now.

GodSwampThing: I was initially confused about your comment, but then realised you must be talking about Nico, and the man crush he has on Percy and the many NicoxWill fanfics there are. Canon Nico isn't gay, (as far as I know) as the books say that it was a man crush. It doesn't necessarily mean he's gay, and he eventually goes out with Reyna (I think), unless he's Bi, which I should know ALOT about... Don't ask... Please...

To the story

Days. Months. Years. Centuries. That's how long it felt like he was falling. He knew, it was only a few hours, but it felt like lots more. He couldn't see anything, just pure darkness. It took about nine days and nights to fall from Olympus to Tartarus, and he was only a few hours in and was already bored. 'Welp.' Percy thought. 'This is going to be sooooo much fun…' Percy was broken out of his sarcastic thoughts by an earth-shaking laughter. He recognised it. "Oh Hades!" Percy exclaimed aloud. "As if things weren't bad enough, he just HAD to join in the fun!" (AN: Try to guess who it is) Dreading his impending doom even more, Percy was content to just close his eyes and wait it out. Maybe he would be let off easily, but knowing him like he did, he doubted it.


'Zzzzzzz, Zzzzzzz Zzzzzzz' Percy slept as the wind rushed past 'Zzzzzz Zzzzzzz Zzzz-' CRASH! Percy's nap was interrupted by a loud noise. 'What noise?' you ask. The sound of Percy crashing head first into blood red sand and rocks. Yeah, THAT noise. They say, that monsters of all shapes and sizes were awoken by the scream of feral pain that erupted that night. Or day. Or whatever time or cycle that existed within Tartarus, if any. Anyway, back to the story.

Gently rubbing the massive lump that Percy now sported on his head, he looked around, trying to gain his bearings. He heard rushing water, and decided to go in that direction, thinking that the water would protect him is needed. Unfortunately, it wouldn't. Not anymore. Confused? Let me show you why.

Flashback:

"I Poseidon, God of Oceans, Creator of Horses, the Earth-Shaker, the Storm-Bringer and soon to be ex father of Perseus Jackson, hereby disown said Perseus Jackson on the reason of his betrayal. So mote it be" (AN: Don't know what else to do lol.)

End flashback.

After a few hours of walking, Percy came across a river. Of fire. Because that totally works. Ignoring the total stupidity and ridiculousness of Greek Mythology for now, Percy recognised it as the Phlegethon (I swear the Greeks named it like that just to fuck with historians and dyslexics in the future. Fuck-a-you Greeks!) Knowing that it's the only way to combat the air's poison that will probably kick in in a few minutes, he drank from it, ignoring the burning in his throat and stomach (because drinking fire is TOTALY a good and smart thing to do. Then again, Percy wasn't exactly known for being smart.) "HEY! IT WAS ANNABITCH WHO TOLD ME TO DO IT!" Percy yelled at me/the narrator. (OMG! FOURTH WALL BREAKS! SO AMAZING!)

"Shut up..."

(Ok :'(. Anyway, back to the story!)

Continuing his internal rant about annoying narrators and fourth wall breaking- (OI! THATS INSULTING!)

"I know, that's why I said it!"

(Oh... Ok)

Percy walked on. Trying not to lose sight of the river. Until suddenly a bright light appeared in front of him. Recognising it as a god flashing, he looked away, not wanting to be evaporated on the spot, however ironic it is for a son of Poseidon to be killed in that way. When the light vanished (for some reason the Flash song appeared in my head when writing this... FLASH OOOOHHH CLEANS UP THE IMPOSSIBLE! Ok I'll stop now.) Percy turned back around to see Apollo standing there. (Ha! Skyrim isn't happening just yet! Maybe next chapter. Maybe not! I actually don't know yet lol.)

"Lord Apollo! What are you doing down here, in this shit-hole!" Percy exclaimed, surprised, not registering the fact that he swore in front of a god.

"Perseus please, list Apollo, and while shit-hole is a perfect description for this place, I would recommend using it simply for the fact that Tartarus will likely take offence and smite you." Apollo answered, a wry smile on his face. "As for me being here, I am here to inform you. As of 5 minutes before your... departure... Poseidon officially disowned you, meaning your aren't able to use your godly powers anymore. As a result you are technically just a clear-sighted mortal, with slightly enhanced skills." Apollo said Morosely. Brightening slightly he continued. "Fortunately, thanks to the me and your other supporters you can now-." Before he could continue a black, smoky... thing appeared on his mouth preventing him from continuing, like duct tape, only smoky. I said that didn't I? Oh well.

"Ah ah ahhh. Bad Apollo, can't have you telling the so-called 'hero' anything that could help him stop us now, can we?" Two figures appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. Percy was just about to reply with some smart-ass comment that probably have got him killed on the spot, something along the lines of 'come on man, he was just about to tell me something cool, like super awesome powers or how to escape this place but nooo, you, Mr. Dickface just had to stop him!' But stopped when he recognised one of the figures. Him... Kronos (Kudos to those who got it correct). A thought suddenly appeared in his head. 'Fuck.' Apollo seemingly had the same thought and quickly flashed out of there. Another really useful thought appeared in Percy's head. 'Double fuck.' When everything started to go dark and fuzzy, he realised he was drugged. Right before he lost consciousness, yet another awesome thought appeared. 'Triple fuck.' Then... Dark.


To be continued.

AN: Well. Fuck. Sucks to be you right now Percy. ("Gee, thanks."). Is it me, or can Apollo be a big dick? ("Yes he can"). Is it also me, or does Percy like saying fuck? ("No shit Sherlock.").

Will Percy die? Will he escape? I can tell you now. It none of those... ("Fuck").

OR IS IT! (Insert dramatic sound effect here...) ("fuck you").

We will see soon, if I can A. Decide and B. Be bothered to actually write it :P