A/N: Thanks to everybody who followed and favorited my story! Many of you have been saying that this story is feeling rushed. I reread it and I totally agree with you. I will try to do better on this chapter. FYI time is the same in Tartarus as the upper world or whatever. Now I present to you... chapter 4!

Disclaimer: *mumbles* I don't own Percy Jackson

Setting: Tartarus

Chapter 4:

Percy groaned and slowly opened his eyes. His head was throbbing and he could feel a trickle of blood making it way down his face. He tried to move his arms to wipe the blood away but for some reason he couldn't move. Percy turned his head and saw that both of his hands were chained above his head. He tried to pull the chain free but it did no good. Percy looked down and saw that his feet were also chained to the floor. He could still move his legs around but only a couple of feet in any direction.

Percy studied his surrounding and decided he didn't like what he saw. He was in a small room with a big, silver, metal door across from him. The walls were a rusty brown and covered in what he hoped what wasn't dried blood, although the smell said otherwise. The room was bare except for a shiny table in the corner of the room. The table had various weapons with spikes and jagged edges that were designed to create the most pain possible.

Percy shuddered and turned away. The weapons were there to try and scare him. Percy wasn't scared of a few weapons, he'd fought way too many monsters and divine beings to be scared very easily. Percy felt that Riptide was still in his jeans pocket. That reassured him slightly but he wouldn't be able to use it if he couldn't reach it and his hands were chained above his head.

Just then the door opened and in walked his least favorite Titan. "Kronos," snarled Percy.

Kronos smiled menacingly. "I'm so happy that you remember me Perseus. It's been such a long time."

Percy just glared at him and chose not to say anything. Kronos's smile only widen at Percy's silence. "I have so many plans for you! We are going to have so much fun together! I have many monsters and titans who would like to have some revenge for killing them, such as the three gorgans, the Minotaur, arai, some old king, And let's not forget a couple of giants as well. Oh! And you even have a primordial goddess who would love to torture you. Unfortunately, she doesn't have enough power to create anything more than a image of herself and she definitely cant become solid so she won't be joining us anytime soon."

Percy's eyes widened. Torture. They were going to torture him. "Your sick!"

Kronos looked at him with mock disappointment. "Now Percy, that's not very nice to say. I've spent all this time preparing for your visit, making sure everything is perfect just for you. You should be honored that I have spent my time to make your stay the most painful I can."

"Honored that I'm about to be tortured by a sadistic titan? Your sick as well as crazy," scoffed Percy.

Kronos snarled and his piercing golden eyes flashed. He dragged his long, dirty, yellow finger nails along the wall, creating a high pitched sound that cut into his head. "Your lucky that I want you alive. If you were dead I wouldn't be able to have any fun. It gets kind of boring down here after a while without anything to play with."

Kronos walked over to the table and picked up a small knife. Then, with lightning speed, Kronos turned and threw the knife at Percy. Percy saw the knife flash as it raced towards him. The knife buried itself in his left shoulder and pinned him to the wall. Percy involuntarily cried out and tried to remain still. The more he moved the more it would hurt. Kronos walked to Percy and yanked the knife out of his shoulder, freeing Percy from the wall. Percy clenched his jaw and refused to give Kronos the satisfaction of hearing his screams. Dark, red blood spilled out of the wound on his shoulder. It ran down his torso and dripped onto the floor. Percy stared at it for a moment then turned back to Kronos.

"How do you even have a body? Luke destroyed you! You were never supposed to have enough power to get a physical form again," gasped Percy. The pain from his shoulder and the blood loss was starting to make him feel dizzy.

Kronos was smiling wickedly. "Technically, I don't. This form is only temporary. I have been forced to feed off the energy of lesser monsters in this pit to maintain this form." Kronos looked disgusted as he looked down at himself. "It is not my preferred way to gain power but it is necessary. Although, now that I have you I can just feed off your energy. Normally I could just use some other demigods energy but you are the ultimate prize. You are the strongest demigod of this age. Who better than you to supply me with the power to create a superior physical form?"

Percy bared his teeth at Kronos and strained against the chains. Kronos just smirked at him and started walking towards the door. "I think I'll come back later when your more...willing to behave."

The door slammed shut and Percy drooped in his chains. The longer he stayed here the weaker he would get. Percy was already feeling light headed and drowsy, and the visions of his friends deaths were coming back at full force. The voices were echoing in his head, leaving no room for anything else. All your fault. You could have saved us. You could have done something. Coward. Useless. Weak. Percy squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out he voices of his friends.

The voices only grew louder as time passed. POWERLESS. WORTHLESS. MURDERER. Tears leaked out of the corners of Percy's eyes. The word murderer echoed in his head. It wasn't his fault they were dead... was it?

Suddenly, he heard Annabeth's voice in his head. He still loved her. Even after all she's put him through, after everything she's done, he still loved her. Percy was expecting to feel comfort and hope from hearing her voice and he relaxed slightly, but as soon as she started talking, he tensed. You are stupid, vile, and cruel. You could have saved them but you didn't. You should've been the one to go inside that robot, not Bianca. It should've been you on that boat when it exploded, not Beckendorf. Percy cringed and let his salty tears roll freely down his cheeks and fall onto the floor, mixing with his blood. It was all his fault. If he had been better, faster, smarter he could have saved them. Zoë died because she was trying to protect you. She died because of YOU. You killed Luke. You could have saved him from Kronos, but you killed him. You are a MURDERER.

Percy screamed. It bounced off the walls and could be heard all throughout Tartarus. It was even faintly heard by a certain goddess of the hearth, and her sadness grew as she realized how much pain Percy was in. Percy's scream was filled with such pain and despair that many monsters covered their ears to try and block out the sound, but it was no use.

Percy finally fell unconscious and fell limp in his chains. His face was peaceful for the moment, as if he were up in the land of the living sleeping in his cabin after a day of training.

Kronos was pleased with Percy's pain. It seemed to fill him with strength and power. When it stopped, Kronos was disappointed to feel the strength and power slowly fade away. Kronos smiled an evil smile. He had figured out a way to gain his power back, and he would become more powerful than any titan. For now, Kronos decided, he would let Percy rest. For tomorrow was going to be a very eventful day.

A/N: This chapter was hard to write. I would lose inspiration and then it would come back and then disappear again. If this wasn't a very good scene please review and give me pointers to improve that. See ya later!