Hey guys! Just wanted to let y'all know that I'm not dead, despite some of your thoughts. If you read the A.N. at the beginning of my last chappie then I'm sure can understand why I've been absent for so long. I would totally say sorry if there was anything I could have done to change it, but alas, there was nothing I could have done. Also, the pairing has been decided! Thanks to all who participated in my poll!
Oh! Almost forgot, if there is still any confusion about the title and/or description being misleading, it's all in good time my lovelies!
I love y'all!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot! (Don't steal my shit plz!)
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What I did notice was new. No longer was I hanging from my manacles, I was cuffed to a pair of large steel bars set in an x-like formation, so that all my limbs were inhibited. I huffed in astonishment, throwing my head back against the steel beams. 'Maybe I should check on Kevin,' I thought.
Hey man, I sent out the telepathic message hesitantly, can we talk?
I would get no reply from my alter ego, not for another 267 years.
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I wanted to die. Really, I did. Death seemed like such a privilege at the moment, however, it was one I was being denied.
The second year (at least that's what Kronos claimed) of my torture my Grandfather gifted me with full immortality. You would think, 'Oh well that's wonderful! Now you have a chance at escape!' Wrong. What ever he did to me, for he knocked me out with a couple punches to the head, only seemed to stop aging.
When I awoke I felt no different, but I tried a few experimental yanks on my chains. The best I could manage was a faint groan of protest from cursed metal. It was no different from was I was still mortal. The Titan King's plan, as he told me, was that I was not leaving anytime soon. He didn't want his play toy dying when he lost track of how much fun he was having.
Tortures seemed to blur together even more after that. 'Anniversaries' being my only way of getting an estimate of time passed. The few sessions I directly experienced were horrible. Now that I was no longer 'fragile' my captor pulled out all the stops, sometimes cackling madly through it all. Some of the higher-ranking monsters and titans under Kronos were also allowed their fun. Hyperion seemed to enjoy my pain almost as much, if not more, than his leader.
It was on the two hundred and sixty seventh year that the large celestial bronze door swung wide, like it always did, but this time it was different. The golden-eyed shrew glided inside my cell with a spring to his step that I hadn't seen since my second year 'anniversary'. He moved with such self-assurance that it made my gut coil. "Today is a special day Percy," he said while seating himself in a light leather chair that had some how found its way in here. I had the inclination to believe it was made of human skin.
My silence appeared not to bother him so he carried on. "Do you remember your first days here? I do. I had never heard anything scream like that and for that long. Not in my whole life. I was ecstatic, but also quite glum." Kronos glanced over at my pitiful form, "would you like to know why, Percy," he asked, eyes shining more at my wince. "I thought I broke you, I honestly did. However, I noticed that when I would come in you never screamed, never uttered a word until I was through. As I would go to leave you always shouted obscenities and cursed my name. That was rather satisfy, but it has been so long since I heard your anguish."
As he finished, he stood and snapped in a harsh tone, "Guards, bring it in!" When Kronos moved aside I could see two Cyclops dragging a ruffled, dirty man between them. There was a bright silver chain around his neck, dripping with blood, and the smell of burning flesh was prominent. I wish I could have seen his face, but even as he was pushed to his knees his chin stayed firmly pressed to his chest.
I watched with baited breath as the bald titan produced a short leather whip. "Change," he shouted and snapped the whip across the quiet man's cheek. "Change, change, change, CHANGE!" With each shout the man received a lash from the weapon, but on the last one Kronos got a reaction. The growl that came from the man's mouth was something I hadn't heard in a long time.
"No," I whispered, "this can't be happening."
I squeezed my eyes shut so wouldn't have to watch. There was a loud snap like a bone breaking (when it was really many at one time) and then an even louder growl came, followed by insane barks and snarls. Tears streamed down my face when I figured out what was going to happen next. "I have finally found a way to destroy you completely, Perseus Jackson! Isn't it just wonderful, poetic justice? The great, powerful Hero finally becomes the Monster," Kronos crowed riotously.
All I could think about was to not let this happen, but I was hopelessly vulnerable. Hades, I was chained spread eagle and naked.Riptide was missing, I hadn't seen it since... I can't become a monster, a kind I've fought and killed before. My doom was so close. The man, now a thin dark brown wolf with gray around its muzzle (paralleling his hair color), was not five feet away.
Deep breathes; you can't let him see your fear.
'Kevin? Is that really you,' I asked.
'Calm down and let me steer. It's time we bust this Popsicle stand,' Kevin cried happily. The familiar sensation of him taking over calmed me a little, but didn't help all that much in hindsight. Unlike when Kevin would shield me from Kronos' wraith, I had a front row seat to the action, so to speak. I was no longer just getting faint flashes of visions and vague feeling. It felt as though I was still the one doing everything yet I had no control over any of my movements.
"What are you waiting for, Shorty? Come on, sic your mutt on me," Kevin taunted, making my eyes gleam with the similar madness I noticed in Kronos'. 'No no no no,' I moaned in horror, 'what are you doing?!'
'Not letting this bastard win,' was the only reply I got.
Soon enough the Cyclops had the werewolf by the head and were trying to pry his jaws open without losing a hand or two. When they finally had the wolf's mouth under control, the Titan King rapidly undid the manacle on my left arm then viciously yanked it in the air. The bite itself was nothing compared to what I had already experienced under the care of my grandfather, but gods was I scared. Kevin, on the other hand, maintained full eye contact with our jailor and was currently staring him down.
What happens next terrifies everyone, minus myself. A cruel laugh bubbles out of Kevin's mouth, a sound I had heard out of insane murders on TV, right after killing a victim. Shocks of electricity shoot through my nerves and a tremor in all my bones follows. My muscles ripple and bulge, growing, from my inactivity, and becoming more defined. Black spots appear in my vision as my bones become larger and sturdier, also increasing my already intimidating height. Once my vision clears it sharpens with startling focus. I notice all the sounds, movements, sights, and smells like I never have before.
A crack suddenly echoes through the room, chased by a series of sharp pops. Spine. Crunch. Face. Snap, snap, snap, snap. Legs. Just when I thought the pain would drag on all my tendons, muscles, and bones shatter and then rearrange. With a roar, Kevin rears forward, leaving our magical restraints in shards.
He falls to the floor only to leap back into the air, pitch-black paws first, at the monster guards. I watch as he lands on the chest of the first one and wastes no time clamping his mouth around its meaty neck, ripping out the jugular. The second monster tries to flee, but his head gets thoroughly smashed under a paw the size of a dinner plate. Surprisingly, the second Cyclops doesn't burst into a pile of gold dust, but remains a bloody mess on the cell floor and covers one of Kevin's feet in brain matter and black ichor.
With the guards now down for the count, Kevin turns to Kronos, who was frozen in terror. "What have I done," he mumbles, "what have I made?" Kevin lets out a low growl, sending a visible shiver through the retreating titan.
'He's all yours Perseus,' Kevin thinks while avoiding the use of my nickname, 'just don't forget to let me out to have some fun later!'
Grateful, I take control of my body again and slowly stalk towards my arch nemesis. I would have my fun now. Now is the time for revenge.
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The heavy bronze door that once was the entrance to Cell No. 1, at present, featured two sets of deep claw marks, permanently scouring the metal. I leapt out of the blood-splattered room and sprinted down the hallway, my claws scrapping the stone floor. Stairs... Where are the stairs?
Upon finding the large stone stairwell, I flew up it, my body a black blur. I didn't take the time to really inspect the new area well enough before a large mirror caught my attention. I was really a sight to behold. A horrific sight, but a sight all the same.
In the glass stood a night-black wolf ((A.N. NOT A BIPEDAL WEREWOLF)), at least six feet tall, with a wisp of gray at the tail. It had gigantic, burly limbs attached to equally dangerous-looking paws. The wolf's shoulders and stance screamed power and grace. Its eyes burned amber so bright; I thought they were made of liquid gold. The muzzle and paws of the beast were coated in gore. Golden ichor and black sludge dripped onto the plush carpet below. Is this me? This what I've become?
'Stop starring and get to shredding, this is borringgg,' Kevin complained irritably.
I wrenched my gaze away from the mirror just in time to dodge an arrow from a dracaena archer, a loud alarm blaring from somewhere. Monsters poured out of side hallways only to be brought down immediately. Nothing was going to stand in my way. Unexpectedly, a scent hit my nose that stood out among the stench of the monsters. It was very similar to Kronos', meaning this thing was a titan, but with a whiff of something burning. I followed the scent and turned left down another hall, catching several more.
I raced forward, turning right, then left again. Up ahead stood Hyperion, reaching forward to open the golden doors in front of him. Before he could complete his task, I rammed my shoulders into the unaware titan, pinning him to the ground. He was dressed in full armor, obviously having heard the alarm blaring overhead. It lasted no more than a few seconds under full assault from both my teeth and claw. In the end, I had a sore shoulder and Hyperion was left with a reminder that I don't burn easily.
The moment I stepped off the titans dying corpse, the doors flew open revealing the titans who fought on Kronos' side in various stages of putting on armor and arming themselves. I must've found the throne room. With a deafening howl I dived into the throng of immortals, reeking havoc.
Left and right, over and under, I dodged around desperate attacks and returned their sentiments with twice the ferocity.