Okay for fair warning, this chapter is going to make some people angry (please don't kill me Stef!) and I would prefer it if I didn't wake up in the middle of the night to see one of you dragging me off to your torture chambers. Because, well, I don't like the idea of being tortured. ;)

Song- Second Chance by Shinedown and 3 a.m. by Matchbox 20

Disclaimer- is dumb and I hate it and I REFUSE to write another one!

Annabeth's POV

Brennion was precise and quick with his work, skilled hands ran over the rock to look for a small indentation on the rock's face. When he had found it he moved fast, the key he had been holding was thrust into the rock with his hands curled around it. Clockwise two times, he mouthed and then he pulled it out and pushed it, the tip, into a small sun that was carved on the clay stone. It stuck in and the small space we were standing in filled with a loud noise of air suddenly released after years of captivity. The rock split in half before us, darkness stirred before my wide eyes. Echoes of faint screams crawled into my ears and into my brain so it could play the agonizing tune over, and over again. As I took my first step into the dark prison my foot fell with a morbid splash. My once clean converse was now soaked in the blood of the innocent. It lined the walls of the small cave, hand prints smeared from being dragged marred the walls, and I eventually saw who it was the blood and prints had come from. A man lay gasping on the ground, clawing at the walls and wailing names of random things and people. He was bald, recently it looked like, had his hair been cut off, with a sword by the looks of the slashes on his white scalp. He was crying and wringing his wrist so much the skin had become raw and irritated, but he showed no sign of pain except when you looked in his eyes. A broken soul lived behind those open windows. I could see straight into his fragile mind, something had taken everything he held in there and crushed it, burned it, broken it. He was now a roaming body full of pain and never allowed to feel a thing again with his forgotten feelings of love. This man was a numb body, a broken soul, and a thoughtless being. He was destroyed in and out. His hungry eyes saw me coming and looked at me through tears of blood and salt. His gaze made me want to cower, not in terror but from the pain he was sending to me.

" Turn back!" He cried, gripping at my ankles, " Please turn back! He used my body and made me his slave! I was pushed back from myself, trapped in my own head. I had to watch as my own hand killed my family, turn back I beg of you!" I could do nothing. He desperately wanted for me to leave but I could not, for Kiley's sake, I could not.

" I-I'm sorry." My voice came out as a squeak, a timed whisper. I had never felt this weak and powerless before. Seeing a man so entirely broken and hurt humbled me to the point of tears. My instinct was to crawl into a ball next to him and share his grief with my tears. I bent down about to do so until I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist and pull me far away from the crying man. The arm was soon joined with its twin and I felt myself being pulled against someone, their hair and nose touching my neck. Percy. My hand found his head and knotted it's fingers in his hair. He was shaking.

" Percy, what's wrong?" A stupid question but an honest one at that.

" Nothing." Was all he said then grabbed my hand and pulled us through the evil tunnel once again. Erin clung to Nate's hand like it was her life support, she was wild eyed and fearful in a way I had never seen before. Amber and Rachel stayed very close to each other, both of them silently refusing to look at the man. Brennion was the only one that showed no sign of fear, only a burning desire in his eyes to hold Kiley again. He wanted her back badly, it showed on his face and played on his tongue. But he was not the only one, Erin was in monumental pain. She was at a loss with out her sister at he side, it was like her other half was missing and she felt utterly alone in this world. We needed Kiley back badly.

" Stop," Brennion ordered stepping ahead of us all, " I have no memory of this place."

The room we had entered was the size of an average bed room, a stone floor covered in dirt and brick walls with dark tapestries hanging all over. A simple table was in the middle of this, a pitcher of ale and mugs sat on it. Two sleeping guards sat around said table, completely unaware of our presence. My plan was to sneak around them undetected. Erin's plan was to break their necks in their sleep before they could kill us. We went with her plan. Brennion and Nate did it quick and dropped their body's to the ground with their hands over the Shadows mouths, a precautionary measure in case they screamed.

" Search them." Amber ordered taking out her staff and twisting it in her hands nervously, her battle reflexes where making her jumpy. Erin took their armor off first an started going through their coat pockets next. What she pulled out she threw into Amber's hands so she could check it over. Most everything she looked at wasn't what she was looking for, whatever that may be. Erin moved on to the next man, bigger in body size than the last and older in the face and hands, this man had seen many winters.

" Found one!" Amber yelled excitedly and waved it around. It was a piece of old paper.

" What is it?" Percy asked inching in closer next to me so he could squeeze me close like I might slip away if he didn't hold me. Something was off about him.

" A map…..that I can't read. But it is a map, and that's a step up!" Amber said looking at it with squinted eyes. Rachel glanced over her shoulder at the parchment in Ambers hands. Her breath caught and she stole the paper from Amber.

" I can read it! The stupid finishing school I go to makes me take French and this is in French, thankfully I paid attention that class. It says weird stuff. Not a map, more like an informational pamphlet. You know, to let the guards know what's up." Rachel sat down in one of the now empty chairs, skimming over the paper quickly. Erin pulled up a chair next to her and put a finger on the paper.

" What, what does this say? Right here." Rachel squinted, deep in thought, then nodded and looked at her.

" Three on person, keep syringe warm, and don't speak to the injected. New prisoners; Phillip Harman, Jose Carmen, Ronda Loll, and Donathan McDowell. Maximum security; Kiley Jackson, keep in detention ward and lyems at all times-" Rachel paused looking at the paper with a funny face, " What's a lyem?" Erin's eye's flashed with anger like a fire suddenly doused in gasoline. Brennion too looked suddenly angry, furious actually.

" Does it really say that?" Brennion asked stroking his invisible beard. Rachel nodded and smacked the paper with the back of her hand.

" Yeah, right here, L-Y-E-M-S." Not the answer neither of them wanted to hear. Erin stood up and paced a bit before grabbing her chair and throwing it across the room. It broke into tiny pieces and scattered across the floor. Brennion kicked the dead body of the guard laying on the round repeatedly until he sagged to the floor breathing heavily and letting a few lone tears streak his grimy face.

" What did I-" Rachel said looking scared. Nate and Amber both put a hand on her shoulders and pulled her back from the two fuming mixed bloods.

" You did nothing wrong Rachel. Keep reading, evenly they will calm themselves down."

" First tell me what a lyem is." Rachel folded her arms stubbornly. Amber looked at Nate shocked at her reaction, had she never been told no before? Nate rolled his eyes and sat down on the ground in front of her.

" Lyems are handcuffs specifically made for mixed bloods and half bloods. They look like two silver bracelets on both hands, no chain to keep the hands together, these kind of cuffs aren't made for that. No, these ones suppress power. They have little teeth on the inside of the silver band and when you use your powers, think about using your powers, or even see something remotely close to what your powers are, those teeth grow bigger and sink into the skin on your wrist. They bite into you and tap your power, stealing it from your blood. Very painful. And if you wear them all the time, they can kill you. Now you know, will you keep reading?" Nate laid back and put his hands under his head wit his eyes closed. He was so calm about the whole thing.

" Ah, y-yeah. Keep lyems on at all times. Test subjects; Ronda Loll, Steve Torando, Liana Saguaros, and Braven Kollmen. Injections; Two each. Survivors; None. New test subjects; Billy Nomad, Donna Summerfield, and Kiley Jackson. Test will begin immediately in hospital room. Prepare subjects. In rooms, 3b, 3a, 3d, and 3c. Double patrol and triple work ours. All hail Lyle!" She finished and threw the paper down, sick with it's contents. Everyone was still. According to that paper was going to be used as some kind of lab rat. Tested with a test no one had survived. Kiley could be dead. No! Annabeth, don't think like that. You will find her, you saw her in your dream. Oh gods my dream! That's what it was about. She had already been tested on, and she had survived. But, what does that mean? My thoughts were interrupted when Percy spoke.

" Okay…..I get it now. It is a map guys. It told us where Kiley is. Room 3c, a hospital room. So we just look for hospital rooms. Brennion, do you know where that is?" Brennion nodded slowly and pulled out a knife.

" Level three. The prison floor."

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I officially hate this place. It's one thing to have to sneak around in the dark so we don't get caught but to have to see Shadow's in the process of torturing people makes it worst. And not only that but, it's freaking freezing down here. Icy wind blew down the dark corridors and chilled me to the bone. Screams reverberated off the walls and into my ears. As we passed jail cells I was forces to look at the sad, tear stained faces of the bleeding and broken prisoners held in these small rooms. I squeezed Percy's hand tighter and kept my head down after that.

We came upon a small intersection in the hall, a left took us into a gold and obsidian hall way, and a right took us into a sky blue hallway. We took the right. It held six doors in a square room. Each door was a dark mahogany and had small safety glass windows in them. Letters were painted on the doors, from A to F. Kiley's room, according to the pamphlet, was 3c. Lever three, door C. Perfect. Erin went to open it but it was locked. Easley fixed. Brennion kicked it down. They did nothing, hesitant. Not wanting to see if she was in that room but dieing to know. I couldn't stand around and wait, I wanted to see Kiley now. I stormed the room with no one behind me.

And there she was. The hospital room I had seen in my dreams was no longer existent. The lumpy hospital cot had been replaced with a small twin sized mattress and silk quilts. Blue splatters of paint had been thrown on the wall in a measly attempt to blot out the blood stains. A desk was pushed in the corner where an autopsy table used to be, and sitting at the desk was Kiley. Her back was to me, and she was writing hastily, paper after paper. My body was compelled to her, it was the one that threw a foot forward, followed by another. My mind was not working, it was, for the first time in my life, not thinking up anything. So I let my body stay in charge and stalk up behind her. But, without a brain I am clumsy, my foot caught on a stack of books and knocked them over with a loud thud. Kiley whipped around with a knife, my knife, pointed at my throat.

The girl I saw was Kiley but not. Her eye's were the hard platinum tinged blue, like dry ice, hard and cold. Her hair was even shorter than in my last dream, and dyed silver. She was thin, sickly thin not thin like she was before, and she looked stretched. Tired and over run. Kiley looked like an undead monster. And the worst part was, she showed no love towards me. Her eyes were full of anger, resentment, and malevolent hunger. This was not my Kiley, this was Lyle's creation. Kiley pushed the blade harder in me, drawing blood.

" What are you doing in here!? This is my quarters, master gave it to me! Get out, get out now before I kill you!" I was to stunned to react. Not a good thing. Kiley kicked me, hard. I was sent flying out the door and slammed into a wall. Kiley followed me out, but slower and surer as she grabbed a black sword out of a large urn I had over looked. It was a Shadow weapon. I was dazed and seeing double, so I was in no condition to block the incoming blow. Percy, however, was. He intercepted it with Riptide and kicked Kiley away. Before she could get up an come back to get us Percy helped me to my feet, Amber and Nate moved in front of us with their weapons held out. Kiley looked at them as if seeing them for the first time. She drew another sword she had strapped to her back, standing at ready for a fight. Erin ran to her sister, joy written all over her face. Erin was not seeing that Kiley was looking at her with a look that everyone but her could understand. Kiley wanted to kill her.

" Kiley! Your all right, I was so worried!" Erin attempted to hug her sister but Kiley wouldn't allow it, she punched Erin in the face. Erin was sent reeling, she fell at Amber's feet.

" Your high, stay away from me freak!" Kiley spat on Erin and stepped away.

" K-Kiley, what are you doing!? Don't you remember me!?" Erin was crying uncontrollably. Kiley's face remained blank.

" I have never seen you before in my life." Erin was no longer here, she buried her face in Amber's pants leg and cried, long loud tears. Brennion walked into view, so he could stand in front of Kiley. He didn't speak, that would have given her time to think. No, instead he grabbed her and kissed her hard on the lips. I waited for Kiley to melt into his arms, no such thing happened. She kneed him in the groin and when he doubled over she grabbed his head and kneed him in the face and pushed him away.

" What is wrong with you!?" She yelled. Brennion held his bleeding nose and looked at her bewildered.

" Kiley, you're my girlfriend, I love you, why are you doing this to me!?"

" I am not your girlfriend, I have never met you. And I don't care if you love me, I love Lyle." Brennion let out a choked breath and started to cry as well.

" Kiley? Are you all right?" We all heard. I cringed at the sound of his voice. Lyle came walking over to Kiley, stepping over Brennion, and giving her a passionate kiss. Kiley wrapped her arms around his waist and Lyle's hand rested on Kiley's butt. It disgusted me. When they pulled away from each other, though he still had his arm around her waist, Lyle looked at us like mice caught under a kittens paw.

" What do you want me to do with them love?" Kiley asked as she nuzzled his neck affectionately.

" Whatever you want, they are your family. How do you want them to die?" Lyle pulled Kiley tight against his chest but he glared at Brennion as if gloating.

" They are not mine. Let them die slowly. Feed them to Slovea." Kiley gave us a far away look that lasted only a few seconds before I became dizzy. I swooned in Percy's rattling arms and as I passed out I heard Lyle say this, " Let it be so my Love."

The next chapter will be intense. This one is just building up to what is going to happen.

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