Chapter Ten

Oh, we're in the double digits chapter wise already. When did that happen? Huh. Guess I must've fallen asleep.

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ImpossibleThings12 Haha, I know. It does sound nice. And yeah, rebellious Annabeth is the BEST THING EVA! Woo! Haha :)

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In this chappie, we're going to find out what happened to poor old Percy... I tend to say that a lot. Oops?

I hope you all enjoy this chapter 3

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Bracing his hands against the cold metal of the toilet, Percy vomited up everything he had eaten in the past year. Or, at least, that was what it felt like.

He didn't know what happened. He'd woken in the cell with a pounding headache and it had been a struggle to stand and stumble the few feet to the toilet before he was sick. Percy wasn't sure how that was possible, he hadn't eaten anything in two days.

Gods, he hadn't eaten anything in two days. All he'd had was a small sip of the water in his cell. Then, he remembered nothing. Well, after that icy needle had punctured through his skin, Percy remembered passing out and then waking up a few hours later, taking a sip of the water and then fainting again.

Groaning, Percy stood on shaking legs and flushed the contents of toilet away. He ached all over. He wasn't even sure how long he had been here. Was everyone back at camp okay?

Closing his eyes, Percy remembered that Hecate girl. He hadn't known her personally, hadn't even known that she'd existed until Klea told him, but, every time he thought about her, Percy felt something inside of him snap and splinter.

That girl hadn't even been claimed yet. She would never know if she was Greek or Roman, she would never get to feel the uncanny wave of emotions you felt when you were finally claimed and finally got the answers you'd been begging for your entire life. She would never get to train with her friends, never get to pick a weapon of her own. She would never get to have a life.

What had they done to her? Tortured her until she could no longer move and then stripped her of her powers, of any sense of ever feeling like she knew her mother? Percy shivered in the coldness of the room and glanced up at Klea.

Throughout this whole little show of his, Klea hadn't said a word. She'd glanced towards him when he had woken up but hadn't spared him a look after that. It was almost like she'd expected it.

Collapsing onto the ground on the other side of the room, Percy looked at the glass of water. Still full, he'd only taken a few sips. He wanted nothing more than to drink all of it now. But he shouldn't, he wouldn't. Percy would save it and use it as a source of his power when he was too weak to use the water that lived inside of him.

When he slid down to the floor, Klea raised a dark brow with a cold, calculating look. Percy remembered that night in the woods when he'd wondered who, out of the two of them, was the prey and who was the predator. The more time he spent here, the more that question was starting to look a little clearer.

Percy heard the uneven footsteps of a hoof and metal. There was another Kampe. Percy rested his head against the wall behind him, how many of them were here? Where was here?

If Percy were going to escape, he would need to know a lot more than he did now. He didn't know how long he'd been here, he didn't know where here was, he didn't know what was going to happen to him. He didn't know anything.

A Kampe came into view, slowly walking down the corridor to his cell but her steps were full of purpose. Percy would've looked at her and tried to see if she was any threat or if she could help him get out, but everything was fuzzy and disoriented and the very thought of moving made Percy want to puke again.

He heard the new Kampe and Klea speak in hushed tones. As they spoke, Percy couldn't help but think of everyone back at camp. Any sound in this endless silence that hammered around his cell sounded like one of the many campfires back at Camp Half-Blood.

The memory of camp's last campfire was still so fresh in his mind but it felt like lifetimes ago. The smell of burning wood and roasted marshmallows and sea salt mixing together and smelling like home. Percy remembered watching the smoke drift up and pattern the night sky with swirls and twists.

Annabeth had been by his side, his arm around her shoulders. She'd looked up and watched the smoke stain the sky and had watched the world slowly drift past them, she'd said something about how smoke in the sky could mean so many things. A night after the end of a war, or after a war had begun, or a night full of kisses and fireworks and new beginnings on New Years Eve, or a night like that, full of friends and laughter and camp stories.

It had been such an Annabeth thing to say that Percy had had to marvel at her. To see things in such a beautiful, delicate way and then say that some might see it as a night after war. She was funny like that, always seeing the world in two different ways.

Klea turned to face Percy. "I need to go somewhere for a moment." She faced the other Kampe with a sly grin. "Don't get any wise ideas."

Wise... wise girl. His wise girl. Annabeth. Where was she? Was she okay? Was she worried for him? No, Annabeth wouldn't waste time doing things like that. She'd make a plan. If they'd even noticed that Percy was missing.

Not even getting a chance to reply, Klea and the other Kampe walked away. Percy waited five minutes before he started to make his moves.

Nobody was going to lock him away and try to harm his friends without Percy getting a say in it. He stood from the floor abruptly, ignoring the nausea climbing up and threatening to render him unconscious.

First, Percy reached through the bars and tried to fiddle with the lock. He wasn't sure if there were cameras anywhere, he didn't really care. The metal rattled but, annoyingly, to no avail.

Then, Percy's eyes caught on the glass of water. He smiled. If he could push enough of the weight of the water against the walls or bars, would they snap? It was worth a try.

Percy closed his eyes and thought about water. He imagined the sea roaring and crashing amongst the waves, he imagined the foamy waves folding in on each other. He thought about the power flowing through his veins, wrapping itself around his heart. He let the water and power over come him.

There was a wrenching pain in his gut. More so than usual. Percy bit back a scream at the agony and, all of a sudden, the room tilted. Percy fell back against the wall and let loose a scream as the pain intensified. Dark and yellow spots clouded his vision.

Do not pass out, he told himself. Do not pass out.

The pain was unbearable. It was in every inch of him now. Percy's knees collapsed to the ground with a sickening thud. The water was torturing him, he realised. Turning against him. The water was flowing above his skin, two millimetres or so, and it's touch burned.

It was controlling him, not him controlling it.

He had no control. Percy screamed again as the feeling of nausea made him want to pass out. Percy decided that it was no use in fighting, he wouldn't win.

So Percy stopped fighting. And he closed his eyes.

I don't really like this chapter, it's not the best. But I'll edit the hell out of it once the story is completed, haha.

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