Chapter Eleven
Haha, The Maze Runner is coming in the post today. I may have a problem... ba, we all have problems with reading.
Anyway, REVIEWS! I love them, you guys make me laugh :)
ImpossibleThings12 Haha, what can I say? With Percy in a cell, it means more blue cookies for me ;) Don't tell him I said that... shh, its a secret
Strawberrygirl2000 Awe thank you :) and haha, let's all just have Ricktitis together. We could join and we would be unstoppable, haha. Thanks, here have some too (freshly out the oven ;) ) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::)
Thrawn13 I'm not sure but I like torture him, haha. Sorry Percy, but it's true. And I don't know, I thought it was a species like *shrugs* dog, or something like that. Hahaha. And that's a good guess, but you'll have to wait and see ;)
The-Excess-Dream Haha, I read Twilight last year and couldn't help but put that in there :)
Okay, who's excited for this chapter? Me! Why? Because things shall get explained and, again, it's a Percy chapter! Yay!
Hope you like it :)
I love you all!
*Virtual Hugs*
Ro x
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Waking up feeling sick, Percy grabbed at his head which pounded a thousand times every second passed. He groaned as the memories came flooding back. What a stupid idea it had been. Percy could imagine Annabeth scolding him for flooding the last of his strength to try to escape.
But that wasn't supposed to happen. Percy was the son of Poseidon, he could control water. And hurricanes and earthquakes and storms when he managed though he had not yet perfected them and they did not come as easily as the water.
Still, Percy didn't know what had happened. How it could of happened. He groaned as the nausea came back and his head pounded again at that small noise. Had he just picked up the flu? Or was it because he had had little to eat and drink? Or was it something a lot more dangerous than that?
His mind flashed to that needle digging deep into his skin and the icy sensation of it flowing through his veins and travelling inside of him, settling into his bones. Percy had never found out what that needle contained and he'd been shot with it a few times already.
Oh, he was such an idiot! They'd been injecting him and he hadn't even spent two seconds thinking of what it might be. Percy closed his eyes, Annabeth would spend a week pointing out all of his mistakes whilst being here.
That was, if he ever got out. Percy snapped his eyes shut. He would not thing like that. He couldn't afford to think like that. He would get out, he wouldn't rot away in this cell. Percy would find a way out even if he died in the process he could at least know that he hadn't just sat by and waited.
There was the sound of rattling keys and metal against metal. The lock of his cell twisting and being opened. He opened his eyes, stood despite all the pain wracking his body, and reached for Riptide. The sword looked to be too bright in the darkness of his cell and it felt too heavy in his hands, awkward and bulky.
Something was very wrong with him. If Percy couldn't even manage to hold Riptide and fight for his friends safety then that was a very dark day indeed. He felt his heart lurch and twist painfully, something was happening to him. And he could not stop it.
Klea stood outside, one hand on her hip and the other holding a steel circle of small keys. One of them just of belonged to the young Hecate girl's cell. The usual anger and sorrow unfolded inside of him at the thought of that poor Hecate girl. She'd been so young, younger than twelve probably if she had not yet been claimed.
No, Percy couldn't afford to think about all the horrid, disgusting things these people had done. They weren't people. They were monsters made for ruthless jobs and bred to serve those who were cruel enough to do things like this. Klea raised a brow at his sword, "No. She will not like that at all."
Her eyes flicked to the half empty glass of water and she frowned a little. Who she was, Percy had no idea. But he put Riptide away, he didn't want to waste strength and time fighting useless battles like getting to keep Riptide out.
The shadows in the corners of the room rippled and Percy thought that he could hear voices. Cold, twisted, scratching, quiet voices like the hissing of Medusa's snakes. But he was just being paranoid, Klea could manipulate the shadows. Not make them speak.
Ignoring the strange feeling, Percy stood and silently hoped that he would not trip or collapse. He'd never live it down and, with how much he was shaking and how the world kept tilting dizzingly, if he went down, Percy wouldn't be able to get back up.
He supposed that that sentence could work for a lot of things. If he thought about how hopeless and powerless he was in this situation, Percy would give up there and then and fall down and down and down. And, even if he were one day saved, he would never be able to get back up to who he once was.
Shaking his head, Percy pushed those thoughts away. It was no good thinking about things like that now, not when the answers he'd been looking for were so close. He stepped out of the cell and Klea banged and locked the door closed as they then walked away from it.
As they stepped further and further away, Percy realised that he could never manage to escape. Not without a map. The place was huge. Walls of steel pushed up against the outside world, stair ways zigzagging up and down and left and right.
It was all too much to take in. The labels on the doors didn't help, either. Words like battle preparation and weapons hall were scrawled across tall metal doors. They walked for at least five minutes before Klea went down a deserted hallway with no shadows to be found.
Percy gulped. There was a door made of solid gold forced into the metal walls. It looked out of place in the dingy, dark hallway. Klea, who didn't look as startled as Percy did, pushed open the door and walked inside, beckoning Percy to join her.
Compared to what was inside, Klea looked and acted like an absolute saint. The walls were made of gold with ancient greek carvings etched into them. Percy didn't dare try to read them, he could feel the power of those words beating inside the room like a heartbeat.
At the end of the room was two marble steps that were as wide as the wall they were secured to. On top was a large golden vase. In height, it reached just under the height of a door frame and Percy realised now just how large the room was. It was wide at the top and slowly thinned out towards the bottom like a Japanese fan. There were carvings decorating the gold vase. Ancient words and forgotten myths and powerful stories.
Coming out at the top of the vase was dust in the colour of gold. It looked like golden dust but in came and flowed around the room in ribbons and there were at least twenty of them, all looping around and around the room.
Reaching out to touch one of them just to see if he hadn't gone insane, Klea snapped his hand back and rolled her eyes. "You must not disturb it. Not when she sleeps."
Again with that she. Who was she? Percy swallowed and ignored the ache in his head as he asked, "Who is she?"
Klea grinned and bought out a knife that Percy hadn't seen before. It was slim and arched and could probably do some serious damage. The blade itself was white with black scratches and a wooden hilt that fitted perfectly in Klea's hand. She twirled the knife and stepped up the marble steps as she ran the blade lightly in the carvings of the vase. "The earth mother."
