AN Sorry for not updating for so long. I was on vacation and we went to Yellowstone.
REYNA POV
I was walking back towards the big ugly tower. Where I was supposed to meet Jason
Suddenly my instincts acted up. There were people behind me, off to the right near the trees and bushes. I picked up my pace, not looking behind my shoulder. They were speeding up as well, I heard rustling of the bushes. I started running, and realized this was getting no where.
I turned around. I heard a faint whistling sound and glanced to my right and saw a silver arrow speeding my direction. On reflex, I caught it before it embedded itself in my head. I'm suddenly glad for Percy's horrible archery skills. I looked at the tip of the arrow. It was a tranquilizer. A tranquilizer. So they want to capture me and they are human. My dagger is useless then. I looked around an alert, my assailant came up from behind me and tried to trip me swinging her legs out from underneath. I easily sidestepped and swung my legs out to trip her. My assailant fell. A man from behind attacked me. I kicked him hard in the back of his knees. Making him kneel to the ground.
"Reyna!"
What I turned around, who said that?
Noticing my distraction and my assailant took advantage of the situation. The man kicked me in the back and I fell to the ground, That gave the assailants the perfect opportunity to sneak up on me and hit me over the head.
The last thing I remembered before blacking out was Jason having a horrible smile and dragging me into a black van.
THALIA POV
"Already on it" Natasha said, as she tipped away furiously on the keyboard. The Pirate dude and the other red head walked away after we finished explaining about demigods.
In under a minute the wall lit up with four different cam views Reyna was walking in front of a building, her hands in her pockets and her head hunched down as if protecting herself from the none existing rain or the cold.
She disappeared for a few seconds from the top right window before walking past the right bottom view. Reyna suddenly started running,
"Can you get a better angle?" Jason asked Natasha.
"This is the best I can do." Natasha stated,
In the screen, Reyna was sparing with an assailant in and out of view. She easily sidestepped her assailant and knocked her to the ground. A man from behind attacked. She sparred with him for a second before kicking him in the groin. She froze for a split second, there was no sound in the video but I assumed that she had heard something. In the screen. The assailants took this chance to kick her in the back Reyna fell to the ground. The assailants then took this opportunity to hit her in the head. She fell down unconscious. Her assailants then disappeared to a blind spot where they probably had some kind of transport.
Natasha was about to stop the feed. When a girl walked in the screen. She was about 12 year old. Her face was caked with white powder, she wore a small green dress, she had a ghostly complexion, she had striking green eyes.
A boy walked in next to her, he had bright red eyes, and he had dark brown hair. He looked about the same age as the girl. The girl looked up at the screen, it was kind of scary. She smiled and she brought her hands to her lips and blew an air kiss. The boy next to her grinned his hands glowed red and the feed, blinked and the feed ended.
There was a long silence,
"What do we do?" Hazel asks a slight quiver in her voice.
"Yes. What do we do?" A mysterious said,
We spun our heads around, a lady dressed in beautiful white silk stood in the elevator. She has completely white eyes. Her hair was yellow, it was braided in intricate patterns. I instinctively reach for my bow and nock the arrow in. My shiny metal bracelet transforming into a shield. I see Tony staring at it with a glint in his eyes. I give a harsh glare and he turns away. The avengers and my friends all brought their weapons out.
"Who are you?" I ask.
She laughed a humorless laugh.
"What did you do to Reyna." Jason demanded,
"Isn't it adorable that you think that I did it." She said,
"Give her back." Jason said, clenching his fist.
"Well, she wanted to give you message." She grinned,
"Hey. I am going to be back in five minutes, if I'm not just read this message over again." She said, imitating Reyna's voice.
Jason glared at her, and she laughed at his reaction.
"How quaint."
"Your Fear." Annabeth said, I gasp, someone must have opened the Pandora's Box, I see my friends understanding what is happening. I see Percy looking confused, typical kelp head. I see the avengers looking at us in confusion too. Only Natasha and Bruce seemed to understand.
"The daughter of Athena finally figured it out. It sure took you long enough. I thought you figure it out when my sisters came."
"Who opened the Pandora's box?" Piper asked, using charmspeak.
Fear smiled, "I wish I knew," giving Annabeth big puppy eyes.
"Why are you here?" Piper asked, using more charmspeak.
"I was bored." She said,
Tony rolled his eyes and said, "Yadda, yadda let's get to fighting."
His chest glowed, and he put his hands forward and a beam of light hit Fear.
Stupid man.
Fear hissed, but otherwise it doesn't affect her. I glared at Tony. Idiot. He looks so confused I wanted to laugh.
"If that's the way you want it," She said, a mischievous smile on her face.
Then darkness.
STEVE RODGERS POV
Where is everyone? Silent reigns in the still air, only broken by my movements. I carefully descended the metal steps, my footsteps echoing lightly in the metal coated hall. Everything is metal, it is cold, hard, unforgiving. She's down here somewhere; I know it. I am alone in the HYDRA base, just me versus the Red Skull, no Howling Commandos to back me up. It doesn't matter, I will find her no matter what happens. Schmidt has Peggy, and I have to rescue her before it's too late. Suddenly, I'm at the end of the long hallway with no recollection of ever walking there.
My fingertips meet the slick surface of the polished doorknob. The door swings open with the lightest of touches. Unlocked. I creep into the room, wielding my shield and poised for any threat. There is none. The room is dark, the same metal walls and floors as everything else in this building, but it is empty. The corners are shrouded in darkness, the room dim, even for my super enhanced eyesight. My shadow flickers across the floor, the stream of light from the hallway slinking across the floor, diminishing, as the door slams shut behind me sharply.
The sound reverberates in the stillness, the darkness, the chilling coldness that has crept into the room. I stumble around, trying to find something, anything, to hold to get my bearings in this obscure, caliginous room. There is a burst of blue from behind me and I turn sharply on my heel to see the Tesseract glowing on a table in the center of the room, casting wavering, quivering, pale sapphire light in the room. Blinking against the sudden brightness, I continue my search.
A movement in the corner of the room catches my eye. Fear grips me as I freeze for a second, seeing the thin, pale figure of a woman slumped against the wall, what appears to be chains around her wrists. I inch closer. Peggy, it's her, I've found her.
"Peggy?" My hoarse voice cracks as I kneel in front of her. Her head is down, ringlets tumbling in a curtain in front of her face. Her hair is longer than I remember. And darker. She says nothing, does nothing.
"I'm here, I'll get you out. It's over. Please, look at me." I plead. Suddenly, her head snaps up, pale lips parting slightly as her face is bathed in blue light.
"Peggy?" I ask, shocked. The air is now biting, freezing.
Her mouth opens like she's going to talk, but she says nothing. A gurgling erupts from her throat as her eyes sink in, become empty, lifeless. Her hair falls out, lightens in color, hangs greasy and limp from her scalp. A shriek, excruciating and piercing, slices through the air harshly like a knife, I watch in horror as Quinn's once flawless skin begins to rot away, graying and decaying until I can see tendons sticking out of her scabby skin, muscles peeking out.
"All your fault!" She shrieks, her voice unhuman.
Black, tar like goo begins to drip out of her mouth as her teeth lengthen, sharpen. Her mouth twists into a smile, the skin stretching tautly as she grins. No, not she. It. Her frame sags, bones cracking and shifting, legs disappearing as four new arms emerge, long nails scratching the floor as if it were a chalkboard.
The last thing I see is the creature lashing out towards me, the chains now gone. My shield is in my hand, but it is useless, clattering to the floor as my arms lock in place
Then all I felt was cold. It was so cold.
Back before I'd received the super soldier serum, I use to love this kind of weather. This coldness. I and Bucky had always built snow forts behind the orphanage they grew up in and would attack each other with snowballs which would usually earn them an earful from the nuns if they got sick. Bucky. Bucky. It was all my fault. I hated this cold.
But after crashing the Hydra plane into the frozen ocean and 'sleeping' in ice for seventy years, I had begun to despise this weather. This coldness. It reminded me of my seventy year entrapment and of everything I lost.
Whenever it becomes cold. I tried to keep himself from feeling any of the chill that reminded I was a stranger in this time and that everything that had once made my life happy was now gone.
Ice. Nothing exists besides the coldness, burning my skin like fire, dragging me deeper, deeper. My mouth fills with water as I cry out, the liquid invading my lungs. Choking, suffocating, no light, being oppressed by the coldness, the ice, the frigid, glacial water cutting straight to my bones. I slowly stopped struggling. It was useless. I was going to die. My thoughts blurred as I sank lower, lower. Then nothingness
I never got to say goodbye to the world I once lived in.
I refused to be cold again. Refused to feel that pain again. I felt so scared. All this coldness brought back terrible memories. I lost myself in fear.
NATASHA POV
Natasha Romanoff opened her eyes groggily—whichever drug was in her system, it still hadn't worn off. As well as she could, she scanned the room, searching for weapons, escape routes, evidence. This was standard military training. Her blurred eyes lacked the sharpness she was used to, and she began feeling more and more helpless, missing her most vital senses. She gently sat up, and though both her hands were cuffed to their corresponding armrest.
The room was furnished, what looked like a living quarters. There was a colour scheme of black and red, which hit Natasha hard—the colours of the Black Widow. There was a second door on the right side, and she expected this to be a bathroom.
The guards came in and unlocked her cuffs and shoved her inside, rapidly closing the door, as she swiftly turned around in an effort to escape. Her fists pounded the door, and when she deemed it hopeless, she took in her surroundings. Bed, chairs, table, lights. Luxurious for a prisoner, but not for someone who had enjoyed more luxurious things. Surprisingly, she had not been able to spot a camera, or any sort of bugging device.
She attentively positioned herself on a chair, but when it seemed like there were no hidden surprises, she closed her eyes and relied only on her hearing.
She heard the door open. She heard his steady breathing as he stood there. She heard him say, in that pristine voice, "Romanoff". She gradually opened her eyes. His eyes were laid on her.
"You remember Budapest?" he asked, a nostalgic expression forming on his face. He looked like him, like the one she knew.
Natasha nodded slowly. "You told me you'd never let me go through anything alone. You'd always be there."
"They knows I promised- you that. And that's why I'm here. So you don't have to die alone." He looked at her then, painfully.
The news set in slowly—this would be her final resting place. Escape was unlikely-there was no telling what Loki might do to Clint if she tried. So she began to cry, beginning with a sniffle, and ending in a stream of tears.
"But, you'll still be here. Hold my hand. When they do it. When they shoot me," she pleads.
He walked up to her and embraced her, burying his head into her fiery hair. "Natasha.." he whispered, holding her. "Natasha," he repeated, "that's the thing. They won't be doing it."
She looked up at him through watered eyes. "What do you mean?"
A pause. "What I mean, Nat, is that they've sent someone else to do it."
A puzzled look crossed her face. "Who?"
Clint began to really cry then, the pain clearly shown on his face. "Me."
"Na..sha" a slight gurgle escaped Clint's lips, but his hardened expression returned and he stabbed the porcelain shard into her stomach, causing a scream of pain to escape her lips. She slid to the floor, clutching her wounded
chest. Clint was screaming then, looking like the Hulk when he was trying not to lose control. He was curled up, digging his fingernails into his arms so hard they began to bleed. He was panting heavily, his eyes tightly shut.
He began to drag himself to the table setup where they began their conversation. He looked bizarre—one hand trying desperately to prevent him, the other succeeding in pulling him over. Once he had reached the set up, he
gradually lifted himself up. Natasha saw what was in his hand. His Glock. His face was fighting a battle with itself-the two forces fighting for domination. He raised the gun hesitantly, sometimes bringing it down again, before it was pointing steadily at her. There was silence, but for the wheezing Clint was making, his index finger twitching as he desperately tried not to pull the trigger. He tried, and he tried. But he pulled the trigger.
The bullet lodged itself into Natasha's chest.
As Natasha lay there watching the flames consume everything, she felt herself fall into paralysis. She was so scared that she couldn't even move. Her mind kept flashing back to the one fire that changed everything all those years ago. She kept thinking about how they found out her fear and used it against her. She was shivering out of pure fear, and then she lost her breath. Panic then set in.
Soft ballet music started playing. Natasha opened her eyes, Natasha almost started to cry. She was back.
Litte girls were sparring across the room.
Natasha froze. She was in the training room. She watched as a the girl little Natalia was sparring with stop and ask her where she got her burns from. Natalia froze. Her body was covered in burns, and not just the ones she got from when she was in the fire. There were dozens more from when she started to remember or said something and she was tortured, with fire. She knew that she was burned when she said certain things, she just didn't know what it was anymore because all she could think about was the punishment that she would receive. She was surely broken now and never triggered. She was terrified of fire though. She saw father watching them and he gave her a nod. He had heard them. (AN I am referring young Natasha as Natalia case thats her Russian name and frankly I don't want to call her little Natasha.)
Natasha knew what was coming next. She almost wanted to cover her eyes but she couldn't. The little assassin took a fighting stance and saw the look of regret in the other girl's eyes. The other girls in the room sensed that something was up and all crowded around. Natalia took the first shot. She flew to the ground and swiped her leg in a circle, knocking her opponent's legs out from underneath her. The other girl, trained for this type of situation recovered quickly and matched Natalia blow for blow until Natalia was able to flip over the girls shoulders and grab her head, flinging her onto the ground. She jumped onto the girl and straddled her midsection, prepared to choke the girl to death. The look of pure terror in the girl's eyes startled Natalia. She started to let the girl get up but lost her focus and was caught off guard when she was thrown off in a last attempt of the girl to escape the clutches of death. The other girl tried jumping onto Natalia, but Natalia jumped up and grabbed the girl again, throwing her back onto the ground. This time, the girl landed on her feet but slipped in a pool of her own blood and Natalia didn't hesitate to bring her foot down onto the girls back, breaking her spine instantly, killing the girl. The other girls in the room showed no emotion. They knew that if someone died in Red Room, it was their own fault. They then went back to sparring with each other. Ivan walked over then and grabbed Natalia by the arm, dragging her out of the room. Natasha bent down and started crying. Wrapping her arms around her legs. For the first time in a long time, Natasha felt fear.
PERCY POV
I stood rooted to the ground as I saw them. The sky was red and clouds were black. Smoke filled the air and the earth was on fire. Everyone was dead. Leo, Haze, Piper Jason, Frank, Thalia, Reyna, Nico, Grover, Clarrise, the Stoll's, Mom, Paul and so many more, Then I saw my Wise Girl. Her Drakon bone sword was sticking out of her leg. Blood dripped from her mouth and her eyes were unfocused. I ran to her and sat by her side. Tears were running down my face. Sobs wracked my body.
"P..Percy..." I hear someone whisper. My head shot up and I saw Annabeth staring at me
"Please don't leave me." I begged her.
" .." She began.
"Traitor!" She spat. I blinked in shock.
"What?" I asked in surprise.
"You let us die. You didn't do anything to help us. You just stood there and watched. Why did you betray me?" SHe asked, eyes blazing.
"What? What do you mean?"
"You could've saved us, but you just let us die. Rot in Tartaraus." She spat, her body wracked and she heaved a sigh, her eyes were gassy and she lay limp. I sat there shocked. My heart broken. Everyone was dead and I could've saved them. This was all my fault.
The ground beneath me started to shake, and fell in the hole. Water started flooding in. I gasped and tried to swim towards the light. But the water seemed to grab me as I went deeper into the swirling abyss. I started choking. The water reminded me, of how I nearly died in a muskeg in Alaska. I started panicking. Darkness started creeping into my vision. I started shaking in fear.
ANNABETH POV
Percy was standing he looked around. The sky was red and clouds were back. Smoke filled the air and earth was on fire. Smoke filled the air and the earth was on fire. I tried to look around, but it seem like I was stuck on the ground. All I could see is the sky.
Percy came into my sight, he sat by my side. Tears were running down my face. Sobs were wracked his body.
"P..Percy..." I whisper, Percy head shot up.
"Please don't leave me." He begged,
I started to comfort him, "Y..you.." I began.
Dont' worry, I wanted to say instead I said, "Traitor!" I spat. Percy blinked in shock. What!?What a I doing! Percy strted saying somethng but I wasn't listoning, I opened my mouth to tell him what I really meant, but instead I said, "You could've saved us, but you just let us die. Rot in Tartaraus." I spat. My body started wracking as I tried to take control. I started gasping and I heaved a sigh and started moving. My vision starting turning dark and the last thing I saw was Percy's broken hearted face. My heart shattered, what did I do.
I opened in my eyes, I was in a dark room.
I sat on her knees in Arachne's 'layer'. Daedalus's laptop was in front of my fingers nervously trembling over the keyboard. Instantly, I recalled the memory. A design was pulled up on my 3-D imaging program. Arachne was slowly lowering herself over me. Peering over my shoulder to look at the design.
Chills ran up my spine when warm breath flowed over her skin. I shuddered, wanting to sink into the floor and shake away the bad feeling, but I couldn't. The daughter of Athena couldn't control her movements. Forced to sit and watch the sight fold out in front of her, while she couldn't move a muscle. I knew I had been the one making the movements at some point, like I'd possessed my own body but couldn't control it.
I wanted to dash across the room, not caring for the cracks in the floor. I wanted to call for help. I shook internally, watching the scene play out. Yet, it was like somebody had pushed the slow – motion button. Neither I nor Arachne moved. Breath continued to trickle over my shoulder, down the spine, raising the hairs on my arms.
At any moment, I'd make the wrong movement; Arachne could sink those large teeth into my neck. And there I sat, defenseless. It would have been so easy to kill me on the spot, and that only made her fear the giant spider more.
But it wasn't just Arachne. Countless spiders hid in darkened corners, crawled across the floors and walls. One even dared to move close to me, and for a second, I thought it would pounce and attack. But it didn't. Only because it awaited orders from its queen,I was sure.
I started to get so paranoid; I swore I could hear hundreds of little feet shuffle across the surface. Shallow breaths escaped me, but it sounded only like gasps. Of course it wasn't the uncontrolled self that made them, but I hid inside herself, like a shell.
Then all I could feel was fear.
PIPER POV
My friends fall to the ground, twitching.
"What did you do!?" I shrieked at her. Pushing as much as charmspeak as possible
Fear rolled her eyes,
Her eyes glowed for a second.
"Nothing much, I just showed them, their worst fear."
"Stop it now." I said. Concentrating.
"Your charm speak has no use on me. How many times do I need to stress on this."
"Of course, if you were not a child of Aphrodite, then you might actually be of help."
"But you're just a useless daughter of Aphrodite."
Each word felt like a slap to my face. Tear started dropping from my face.
"Jason's girlfriend!"
Fear laughed, "What a joke! As if he wanted to date someone like you!"
I gripped my knuckles.
"Don't bring love into this."
"Is that fear hear? The only reason why everyone is nice to you. Because the prophecy talks about you. Your just a seventh wheel. The only reason why Jason even talked to you, was because Reyna wasn't there." She said, taunting me.
"SHUT UP! You know nothing!" I screamed,
"This was easier then I thought." Fear said, bending down, she jerked my shirt up, so I was looking into her eyes.
I closed my eyes.
"Look into my eyes, Piper. See your worst fear."
"No." My voice shaking.
"You should count yourself as lucky. I shouldn't even use my powers on someone as useless as you! Your father doesn't even have a time of day to spend with you. But he is after just another stupid mortal."
Sobs wracks through my body.
Something poked me on the thighs.
I opened my eyes a little bit to see what was poking me, as Fear continued to talk.
It was my knife. Katoptris.
I stared at it. Remembering my time with my friends.
"Your afraid of yourself. So you taunt others of their fears because you don't want to see your own fears. You think its unfair that you have so much pain and fear." My voice sounds different and stronger.
"what?!" Fear said, her words barely above a whisper. her eyes wide.
"You blame the world. You blame us for all your pain."
I gripped Katoptris with each word.
"Your just a child of Aphrodite!" She said trying to scare me.
"You know what. I am not just a child of Aphrodite. Those three words can't just contain and describe me. Even if I am just some girl. At least I have the heart to be kind to others. Unlike you!"
Shrieking as I stabbed her with my knife.
"So if you know whats good for you. You will stay in Tartarus. Unlike you. I don't need to use my powers to bring my enemies to their knees."
She looked at me in the eye before saying, "Agdistis." She closed her eyes before she dispersed into golden dust.