Hello my readers!

To my reviewers:

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I would like to dedicate this chapter to Livvi May for her awesomeness. I don't care if you read this or not. You be epic.

Warning: More pain and torture. *Evil laugh* I would pay to see your faces as you read this.

This one is considerably shorter, but the nest chapter will be longer and this one is kind of important.

From Beaty and the Beast:

NOOOOOOOOO OOOOONNNNNNEEE

OWWWWWNS PJO EXCEPT RICK

CRUSHES HEARTS LIKE OUR RICK

IT A WRITING MATCH NOBODY WRITES LIKE OUR RICK

Percy's #1 tip for the Underworld: don't let yourself get whipped while there's fire on your back.

After he had refused to drink the fire, Gabe had gotten so mad that he'd dumped the fire onto Percy's already hurt back.

The pain was unbearable.

Percy had tried not to scream, but it was inevitable. And as soon as he had opened his mouth, Gabe started whipping his flaming back.

Pro: the whip put out the fire.

Con: OW.

Gabe was whipping him with intervals of less than half a second long, making it twice the speed as before.

It hurt so much that all that existed at that moment were his back, the whip, and his pain.

Everything else - his screams, Gabe's laughter, his conscious mind - ceased to exist.

He hardly registered Gabe unchaining his hands. He finally came to his senses when he fell into a hot and sticky liquid. He opened his eyes to see blood.

His blood.

Gabe laughed as Percy threw up.

"Now, now! We have no time for this! Come, come!"

And Gabe grabbed him by the foot and started dragging him along.

Percy's back kept hitting rocks in the ground, which did not help with the pain. Without the fire to heal him, he was stuck in constant agony. And the drag helped so much.

Where was Gabe taking him? Probably to a new torture. At least the 'initiation' thing was over.

Right?

Wrong!

Gabe pulled him over to a dark river, one that was filled with cries of agony. "Ever hear of the Acheron?" he asked wickedly.

Percy's eyes widened.

Back in Tartarus, he and Annabeth had come across the river Acheron - the river reserved for the worst of the wicked, especially murderers.

In order to jump across, Percy had made the spirits of the river a deal - they would help him across, but he would share their pain while they were doing it. Not him and Annabeth, but just him.

It had been horrible.

She had almost jumped in, and it had been one of the scariest moments of his life.

Until now.

"P-please, sir!" he cried. "I've never killed-" (sorry for any OOC there, but he is scared out of his mind)

Gabe laughed. "Oh, quit your whining. This is all part of the initiation - giving you the Curse of the Acheron!"

Percy didn't like the sound of that.

"The what?" he asked.

"The Curse of the Acheron! You will be constantly subjected to-"

"Blah, blah, blah," Percy said (What? He was still Persassy! King of Sass! Okay, maybe the fangirls were getting to him.).

Gabe fumed. "You laugh now, boy, but we'll see who'll be laughing later!" he screamed.

He took a noose and tightened it around Percy's neck. "Don't worry, you're already dead!" he told Percy after seeing his horrified face. It was still pretty uncomfortable.

Gabe laughed. "Bon voyage!"

And he threw Percy into the Acheron.

Let me tell you something.

You do not want to get thrown into the Acheron.

Nothing, and I mean nothing, could have prepared me for what I felt in the Acheron.

If the whipping was bad, the Acheron was a thousand times worse. Then double that. Now triple it. Keep going. You'll never reach the level of pain I was in.

At first contact, I nearly blacked out from the pain. I somehow knew that I couldn't black out in this river. Well, my vision was nonexistent, so it didn't matter anyway.

It was a good thing I was Underwater. If I hadn't been, my screams would have been heard in Hades' Palace.

All I knew was pain.

All that existed was pain.

Endless pain.

Unbearable pain.

I remembered calling the whipping unbearable.

I never knew that I was so funny.

After an eternity, which was far too long, I felt a tug at my neck.

Percy came out of the Acheron, and he was still screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Quiet down, boy!" Gabe yelled, kicking him in the gut. Percy curled up into a ball and started mumbling to himself about the pain.

After about of minute of calming himself down, he stopped shaking for long enough to ask Gabe, "How long was I in there?"

Gabe chuckled. "Oh, about five seconds."

Percy couldn't believe it. Five seconds?! It had felt like a thousand years!

Gabe nodded in understanding. "Time seems to slow down in the Acheron. I know. Believe me, Percy, I know." He started walking and motioned for Percy to follow.

But Percy was too shocked. "Sir . . . what did you just call me?"

Alarm flashed in Gabe's eyes. "Come, Octavian! We should go!"

"You called me Percy," he said, getting to his feet. "You know somethings wrong!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Gabe said.

"Oh, I think you do," Percy said defiantly. Rage overtook his pain. "Why am I here?! Where's Annabeth?! Why does everyone think I'm Octavian?!"

"SHUT UP!" Gabe yelled, hitting Percy in the back of the head. He blacked out.

When he awoke, Percy didn't remember the conversation at all.

859 words. Pretty short. Oh, well.

I would like to hear your opinions for this chapter!

Also: I haven't been able to find any other fics like this, where it's after they're already dead. Did I actually have an original idea? For once?

How did yo0u guys like my idea of how Percy got over that river in Nyx's Palace in HoH? I thought it was a reasonable headcanon.