A/N Hey Guys! (And Gurls) so what's this Chapter 3 going to be about? A Hamm… Let me think, Jax (Percy) has a nice chat with Chaos, what's going on in Camp? And a well-earned torture scene for you guys courtesy of *****. So please Read and Review; hate, love and helpful advice are all welcome!

WARNING: This story will and does contain some torture scenes and may have slight swearing but is violent and quite possibly disturbing… This Chapter will have some mild cussing and will contain gore? But I will warn you when that happens. :)

DISCLAIMER: PJO and HoO and the characters involved belong to Grampa Rick, but the plot (although some stories have been made about Percy Chaos stuffs) and all the OCs are mine!

Jax (Percy) P.O.V.

I walked into Chaos's throne room, he perched on his seat down at a screen on his lap. A frown marred his brow, his eyes full of worry.

I approached him quietly admiring the rich, silk banners that hung on the walls. They shimmered and flickered showing different scenes from a certain time. Closest to the huge oak doors was a thin hanging the colour of molten gold, it portrayed images from the beginning of time. The current scene was where Chaos was holding a tiny bag, which I knew to be the hugar of worlds. It contained trillions of miniscule spheres, each held a world, an alternate reality.

The other banners showed scenes closer to the present changing from shades gold (The Birth), red (The Rebellion), black (The Rebirth), purple (The Royal) which was the current banner of this time. However the rest of the banners in the hall were blank except for one. The hanging beside the Royal (Purple) banner was slowly turning a faded ominous dark blue.

I knelt before Chaos's throne "Lord Chaos, you summoned me?"

"Ah, Jax (Percy)" He sighed instantaneously converting his worried expression into one of intrigue. "Yes, yes I did but first. What happened to your left hand?"

I glanced down, confused for a moment before realising that when training this morning I must have popped out one of my knuckles and forgotten to treat it. "Sorry Chaos… It's just from training this morning." I laughed before popping the knuckle back into its place and rising again.

"Jax (Percy), how many times have I told you not to do that in front of me?" Chaos sighed going a slight shade of green.

"Oops, sorry." I cracked my neck with a sound like the branch of a birch tree finally refusing to bend any further. Chaos nearly jumped out of his chair, before glaring at me. I grinned cheekily in reply.

"As I was trying to say Jax (Percy), I am sorry for what I have done" Chaos shook his head, it seemed like he was ashamed. I had not seen him wear that expression in years, ever since I killed Sekhmet (A goddess who he meant to live) "Look, I know I said that you could stay away from your birth planet. I promised you that you would never have to visit your past but now I say that you must."

I looked up from the papers scattered on the white marbled floor "Chaos, you said what you had to. At that point in time I know you had no intensions of sending me back to earth. But now you have to, and I have to go as it is what I swore to do" I walked up the steps leading to his throne knelt again. "I understand that I must return, but Percy Jackson is dead. I am Jax X."

Chaos breathed heavily through his nose in what I took to be relief and gratitude "Jax, you are not a child of those gods anymore." He lifted his staff from its place beside his throne and proclaimed "Jax X, you are the Son of Chaos and I here-by claim you as my heir"

I stood in shock "Chaos, please… Do not make me your child as the gods did, I do not wish for more power. You gave me more than I would have liked when you took me as part of the Lost."

"Jax, I am not a god. The choice to become my son is yours and yours alone. If you do not wish it, then I will not force it upon you. But I will all ways look upon in the way a father looks upon his son." Chaos quietly corrected himself.

I stood there, unsure of what to say next. The greatest man I ever knew thought of me as his own. I felt like I should decline like I disowned my birth father, but something inside of me knew that what Chaos said was true. I could never accept though, the power that would come from being the Heir to the Cosmos was too great for me to handle. It should go to someone better, someone regal and wise. I was neither wise nor regal and I could not fight well enough to defend it. But some-how my mouth spoke on its own accord "Chaos… Thank you for being here for me and I have always considered you a father but I am too broken to hold a power that great, so Lord I must say no. Poseidon is not my father, but I cannot except to hold the power of being your son."

Chaos rose from his chair, leaving his staff where it lay and walked out from his throne crossing the expanse between us. He walked up and hugged me, I froze instantly. No one but other members of the Lost had hugged me in more than a century. I wanted to move, to return the gesture but I could not. Chaos let go of me but not before laying a pressure on both my shoulder blades. "Jax, the Lost must leave for Camp in the morning, let them know and prepare."

"Thank you Lord" I bowed again and left. My mind was spinning tumbling over two repeating them trying to balance them out. One was brilliant the other infuriating Camp, Son.

Annabeth's P.O.V. (She is alive btw)

I sat on my denim blue throne awaiting my King. I gazed through the throne room that I share with my husband, his throne sat next to mine two stairs up. His throne was a gorgeous blend of purple-black that contrasted brilliantly to that of the white tiled floor, like that of a fresh bruise on pale flesh. I closed my eyes and relaxed into the classical music that was echoing throughout the hall. I believe it was Bach's 5 Symphony (A/N Yes I made that up) I had heard it many times. Why it was one of my favourite tracks to torment Perseus Jackson with.

Flash-Back-Scene ( A/N you know how I said gore? Happening now )

Bach's 5th Symphony sounded through the room. The man chained on the wall twisted his head, the mop of raven dark hair flopped to cover his eyes. I danced around the chamber making my way towards the large table resting against the left wall.

I gazed upon the instruments laying there. Unlike those playing in the Symphony these produced music of a different kind. I finally chose one that appealed most to my current mood. A long thin surgical knife, the type used in open surgeries.

I sauntered back to my victim on the wall. He hung by two symmetrical chains, they would have been identical if the shards of bone stuck in them. They were a pale shade of white but stained with black splatters, resembling blood.

"Well, well, well honey. How are you today?" I sweetly asked the broken form of Perseus Jackson. He rose his head and stared at me with his furious orbs. They're usual sea green flickered to pitch black for a moment before he regained control of his emotions and they switched to settle on a fierce orange.

"I think you should know Annabitch" He scowled resentfully at me.

I feigned mock hurt "Oh no, honey now that wasn't nice. I think you need to think about what you've done" I slowly crouched down, making sure to give him a full view of the royal gems. I reached towards his barefoot, snatching it away from the spike that kept it impaled to the wall. I smirked to myself, this time he would scream.

I would finally get to enjoy my music. I flipped his foot around dislocating it as I did so and gently caressed the muscled tendon that connected the back of his leg to his foot. I grinned a lifted my knife to the tanned skin and began to slowly apply more and more pressure. I felt the tendons begin to give way under the precise surgical blade, then the first one snapped. It gave of a satisfying thwack sound, I looked up at my ex-boyfriends face only to be disappointed.

Again he showed no emotion at all, only closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. I scowled, I thought that maybe today was the day he would give in. Frustrated I sliced to the blade across the tendons causing all of them to snap leaving my victims foot hanging down. The usual straight line that made up the back of Perseus's foot now had a large triangle shape only ending at his heel. I looked at the steady stream of blood dripping down from the sawn muscle strands.

It seemed to be precisely in time with the steady rhythmic sound of Bach's most famous Symphonies. Being a daughter of that cursed Athena, I knew the possibilities of that occurring were 100,000,000,000 to one yet I could not help but imagine the irony.

"So, have you learnt not to use bad words honey?" I straightened up again. Making sure his eyes were open before leaning to get up, using my cleavage to my advantage.

"Seriously. What the fuck is wrong with you? You honestly think that I could even be attracted to lowly shit like you!" Came the reply. I took pleasure in the fact that his voice was slightly hoarser than it was an hour ago.

"Oh but honey, I though we agreed to be nice to each other" I pouted "And what boy could resist this" I motioned towards my black and white, well fitted dance suit.

"Well sorry to bust your shit, but this one certainly can." Perseus replied starkly. I growled, and headed back to the long banquet table and returned the surgical knife to its correct place. Before making my way to the open door and sticking my head out.

"Oceanus! Baby, our guest is being rude to me. Can you come help me here?" I called out into the corridor. After barely a few seconds Oceanus shouted back-

End-of-Flash-Back

I was cut from my thought by an angry Oceanus storming into our throne room.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I stood from my throne and rushing over to my Liege.

"Ah, Annabeth. I've been meaning to talk with you." He sighed before going to sit down on his throne. I approached the throne, climbing the stone stairs to reach it. I quickly bowed before climbing up onto my Kings lap. I settled with my head leaning against the blue robes that covered his chest. He wrapped one of his arms around me.

"I found you a new play thing." He intoned looking down on me. I shrieked with excitement, finally. I had missed my main source of entertainment. Kronos was cleaning up after 16 hours of torture as usual. But the old bastard could help but kill Perseus! I was furious. Obviously he was viciously destroyed for disobeying his King and Queen.

"Oh baby. Thank you so much! Who is it?" I reply with all intention of getting someone who I could drive to insanity.

"It's Malcom Wood, your old brother." He grinned. I laughed out loud, my old friend the know it all. But inside I was disappointed, he had nothing that would heal him. The weakling he is, he would barely last a day.

"Well baby, I guess you just moved up a base tonight." I winked and kissed my husband passionately thinking of how much fun I would have with one of my idiotic siblings tomorrow.

Jason P.O.V. (A/N You have no idea how tempted I was to end it here)

I woke with a start. My head smacked against the bunk above me, I groaned. Great. Now today would begin with a splitting head ache. I swung my legs onto the wooden floor of the Ninth Legions barracks. Although the Camps had combined, there was now a choice for the Romans. Stay and bunk with your old Legion or sleep with your siblings in their cabins. I chose to bed with my old Ninth Legion. When the Camps merged so did everything; the architecture was now Greco-Roman, the food was anything at all, the legions had collapsed and we had formed into one large army.

I rose with a groan and grabbed some clothes from the locker beside my bed. A purple SPQR t-shirt, a pair of khaki shorts and my favourite pair of pale blue vans. I grabbed my sword and belt then fasten them to my hips. I quickly went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, ready for a day of training.

600 years ago the gods felt a huge wave of power flow through the world, disrupting there forms and causing them to flicker between Greek and Roman for days. Then they got word that the huge force was a powerful evil wakening. Thus they decided to combine the camps as one, this merged the gods Greek and Roman aspects together. They gave all the heroes of the wars partial immortality like that of the Hunters. They gave this also to the heads of each Greek Cabin and the centurions of each Legion.

I quietly open the door of the barracks and went outside into the cool early-morning air. I took off into my 1hour run.

People talk about immortality as a gift. But I found it to be a kind of curse; in the first 100 years everyone's (those who had the 'gift') family's had died. If they had friends that had not received the same as they had, they had to deal with them growing old and dying. Every day we stayed the same age, not one second older.

Piper was the only thing that gave meaning to my life. She, like all the war heroes had received partially immortality. She chose to stay with her siblings in the Aphrodite cabin. She was made head counsellor after Drew was dethroned. She was 21, only a year younger than me. I was currently thinking of proposing to her. Mortals might think that 22 was too young to be married but in this world, no-one knows when the world might end.

Some of the other 7 were not so lucky. Hazel and Frank had been lost on a quest to get a spear for Frank's father. When Frank gave up his life to save Hazel. She was so distraught that a few days later Piper found her. She was lying with her sword in her chest and a note by her side. When I read it, it said; 'I love you all, but Frank is gone and I cannot continue without him. Please know that I will be happy in Elysium. I wait you all there, please tell Nico to forgive me… Love, Hazel'.

No-one saw Nico from that day after. I had tried many times to look for him but with no result. Leo had also gone. He saved the world, he gave his life for us. I will never forget the tortured look in his eyes when he stood on that platform. We knew that one of us had to die with Gaia but with Frank also gone we assumed he was the sacrifice. Leo was like a brother to me, the only brother I ever had.

Then there was Percy. 3 months after the war with Gaia he was out on date with Annabeth. I remember he said that he was going to propose to her on that day. The cheeky, nervous grin on his face and the small box in his pocket. But they never came back from that date, I remember Piper assuring everyone that they were just having a pre-honeymoon. Then a week passed, a month, a year. Until even Piper could not deny that we were the last, the only survivors of the Argo Crew. The last of the 7.

A/N Aaaaaand Cut. Roll Credits:
Well that was Chapter 3 Camp, Son. I know that some parts of that were a little gross for some people but I did warn you! So; love it, hate it? Ideas, complaints? Please let me know in the reviews and follow if you like it. And look at me! I actually updated on a Monday like I said I would so YAY!

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