I just realized that I forgot about Riptide. So for people remembered. Riptide is In Annabeth's possession because Percy was in a coma for three days. So without further ado. . . Chapter 4 of A Date with Torture!

Percy POV

I was in my cell, which I had been for two days now. I wasn't the best. Trey tortured me a lot, which made me weak. Mainly I just laid on the floor without so much as a twitch, although that just made Trey madder, and that equaled more stabs, more whips, more everything. The only thing that helped was when Trey went home and Marco was able to bring Jason in to visit me. Jason and I would talk, as Marco worked on the new wounds that I had acquired.

I was ripped out of my thoughts as my door opened and, surprise, surprise. Trey walked in. I knew better than to fight it, so I had no choice but to let Trey attacking me. He came onto me and started cutting me, big and small. He even wrote words that I'm sure meant something, but I was too weak, and I didn't want to hear them.

Finally, it was over. Or that's what I thought. I was near unconsciousness that I didn't notice Trey take a syringe out of his pocket and insert it into my wrist. Too late, I noticed that my right hand, from the wrist to the tips of my fingers, started blistering. It hurt really bad. I laid on the floor, tears of pain leaking out of the corners of my eyes. Then I heard someone run in. I knew it was Marco, because Trey preferred to enter dramatically.

"Percy!" Marco said. I rolled my head in the general direction of his voice.

"It hurts, Marco. It really hurts." I whispered.

"I know, buddy. Now is the perfect time to get you and Jason out of here." he replied, threading his arms under my knees and shoulders. He started running and by the time we had reached Jason's cell, I was full blown out crying. Marco hadn't noticed my blistered hand yet, and with him running, it hadn't been a smooth ride.

"Marco! His hand!" Jason cried out, running over to me, and gently taking my right hand. Red and swollen, and painful.

"No! Please. . . just don't touch it. Please?" I whispered, looking Jason right in the eyes. Sky blue eyes locked onto pain-filled sea green eyes.

"Alright, Perce. I won't touch it." he said, setting it back on the floor.

"Percy? Can you hear me?" Marco suddenly asked, giving my cheek a gentle tap to get my attention.

"Yeah." I said, "Are we leaving? I'm so tired."

"Yes. I just need to make sure you and Jason can travel, and I need to make sure that Trey isn't here."

Marco POV

As I went to check outside for Trey, I was reminded of the day I first met Trey Hendrickson.

*Flashback*

I was 13 years old at the time. I was walking to my next class, when I saw the school bullies ganging up on one of the weaker kids who happened to be a blond haired, green eyed boy named, Trey Hendrickson.

"Hey! Stop it! STOP HURTING HIM!" I screamed, running up to them and pushing all of them away.

"Well, well, well. Who do we have here? Little Marco Maslow. Here to get your turn?" the biggest bully sneered, extending his hand toward the front of my shirt.

"NO! NO! NO!" I screeched, as fists made contact with my skin, leaving bruises. I was in so much pain I didn't notice two of the bullies pulling pocket knives out of their jackets until I heard Trey start to cry, and feel white-hot pain on my left knee as one of them stabbed his knife into my knee. I was in so much pain that I didn't realize I was screaming until the obvious leader put his hand over my mouth and hit upside the head telling me to shut up.

Trey and I were literally saved by the bell, because just then the school bel rang signaling the end of the school day. I was drained, so I just laid on the floor, until I heard Trey call out weakly, "Help. Help us. We need help."

"Trey? Buddy? I'll try to get up and heal you a little bit so we can get help for our more serious wounds OK?" I said, attempting to rise on my wounded leg.

"Heal me? What do you mean?" he asked me, confusion in his voice.

Darn! I'll need to wipe his memory when I'm done. I thought. "Just stay there, okay?" I said.

"Okay." he replied.

After I heard him agree, I decided not to stand and weakly crawled toward Trey, but before I could get anywhere, the principal came out of his office and saw us. My first thought was that we must have made and impressive sight. Two teenage boys laying on a school floor, bloodied and beaten.

"Marco! Trey! Are you alright?" he exclaimed, using our given names.

I had used up all my energy talking, so before I promptly fell back to the floor and welcomed the feeling of unconsciousness. Not caring if I ever woke again.

~At the hospital. Two days later~

I woke up, and was immediately welcomed by a blinding light. I closed my eyes, and opened them more slowly so they could adjust. I was scared. I'd never been in a hospital before! I'd always been able to heal myself, or have help from my mom. Unknowingly, I had started to cry. I was still crying as I heard a door open. I stopped crying, and just had silent tears still rolling down my cheeks. I put my head down as the doctor started walking toward me, but as I felt his hand on my shoulder, I lifted my head to find a blond-haired, blue- eyed 18-year-old man, with a blinding white smile, looking at me. I didn't know what it was, but I somehow knew this man was my biological father.

~End flashback~

I was heading back to the boys, when I felt the cold steel of a knife against my back.

"Poor Marco. Well, looks like your escape failed." Trey said, as he slammed the hilt of the knife on my head.

I know Marco's flashback takes up most of the story. Please review!