Hey guys! I'm back after a long period of not posting, BUT I am back! Thanks to Anonymous( Guest) for giving me the motivation. I am finally out of writer's block!
Now, on with the long awaited chapter!
I SO DO NOT OWN PJO OR HOO
Chapter 8
Tartarus.
Dark and unforgiving.
Tortured screams echoed in the halls. Chained to a wall was Katie Gardener, a knife driven in her shoulders. A jar of salt by her side, and Percy Jackson smiling in a feral way.
" I told you, Mark is not better than me, he will never ever be better than me, NEVER!"
Percy said, his blood boiling, the anger pouring into his eyes, making them a pitch black.
" He's better than you, you trampled the plants my mother gave me, you killed them! You bastard! You never told me either, it was Mark who had to tell me, your own brother had to tell me that you had killed something that was so full of life! You heartless and cold BASTARD!" Katie screamed. She gasped in pain as salt trickled in her wound, it burned with such intensity.
" Oh? Do you have any proof of that?" Percy hissed.
" Mark's word is enough!" Katie screamed in defiance.
Another knife in the shoulder, her shoulder screamed in pain. Her pain echoed down the halls of the castle.
A cold knife cut into her abdomen, a hand reached into the cavity, and broke off one of her ribs' she winced at the sound of the crack. Pain spreading through her entire body.
"That's just a start," Percy said coldly, Katie could almost feel ice creeping down her back. Another knife went and dug into her flesh, revealing her intestines. They slipped to the floor, splattering everywhere. He was going toward the heart.
There, it was in all of its glory, hiding behind the ribs, he had to break them all to get to them, then, push around the lungs a little bit. Eleven cracks could be heard, each one causing so much pain for the owner of these ribs.
With blood dripping down his hands and holding a heart, "Did you know a person could live two minutes without a heart?" Percy said, " I will find great pleasure in seeing the light finally leave your eyes,"Percy hissed.
"Let me tell you a story," Percy continued, " One day I was lying down on my bed in the cabin, and Mark clambered in, with mud on his shoes, and took them off, and being the idiot that he is, he didn't wash them, and then you came, face red, yelling at me, no thought going through your head. Mark did it, and the Gods condemned an innocent human, to the depths of Tartarus, and therefore, handing the victory of the Primordials over to us. And handing over the savior of the Gods to them! Stupid, stupid gods."
Katie had silent tears rolling down her face as she heard Percy's story, she had condemned an innocent and fun loving boy to the cruelty of Tartarus. She deserved the death, and she died with a smile on her face.
Percy walked away from the mangled corpse of Katie Gardener, smiling, but smiling in an entirely different way. A feral grin, that would send chills down anyone's spine. He had a meeting to attend with his dear brother and supposed wise girl.
Camp Half-Blood
People training, fighting, blood. No one noticed the disappearance of one Katie Gardener. ( Now right here, you will expect them to go crazy about her disappearance, NO they won't be, don't worry)
Somewhere a silver dragon knife flew through the air. Impaling Mark once again, in the side, he went down.
A black boot kicked him in the chest, "Pathetic, little brother, can't even take a knife in the side?" Percy sneered, " And you call yourselves, little saviors when you don't even notice one of your own disappearing, how interesting. Are you going to tell me that none of you pathetic little fools noticed that Katie Gardener was missing? How pathetic. There is no need of looking for her now though," He said holding the heart.
" YOU BASTARD!" Demeter said as she lunged toward Percy.
" Don't make me kill you Demeter," Percy said, " It would be a terrible loss."
Mark stood up and yanked the knife out from the wound, and held it aloft ready to stab Percy in the back. Only to have it caught by a hand.
" Honor, that is what you care about is it? I personally do not call it honorable to stab in a person in the back," Percy mocked.
" You have never had any honor in your life brother," Mark spat.
" Oh? A duel it is then, between the supposed hero of Olympus, and Archangel, the champion of the dark," Percy said.
" Of course, a duel,of swords, nothing else," Mark grit out.
" Of course," Percy said, bringing out Hell's Fury, " A duel to the death?"
" No, a duel until the person can not continue," Mark said.
" Of course, brother," Percy said smiling.
Mark pulled out Riptide, and Percy winced at the poor state of it, dusty and cracked. They bowed to each other and walked three paces away ( A/N Harry Potter here, sorry, I NEEDED to.) They clashed swords, dancing the dance of death with their feet.
Percy nicked Mark's arm, creating an open wound, he winced," Can't even take a little scratch, little brother," Percy jabbed.
They went silent again, Mark was once again caught in the side,( Poor Mark, wait no, he needs to die! MWAHAHAHAHA CRYM, calm yourself $& % fine.) He was brought down to his knees, Percy stabbed him in the stomach, his intestines spilled out, all of his internal organs, spilling out from the stab wound. " I think that we are finished here, brother," Percy said, " And you should stay there, down on your knees in front of me, where you belong."
" Never," Mark grit through his teeth.
" Right now you are feeling the pain that I felt when the whole camp turned on me, the betrayal that my own brother did those terrible things to become the best in the camp, to be revered, you turned everyone in me, and now, I will kill all of those that you love, even your wise girl. I will always hate her for what she did to me, I will kill, her in the slowest and most painful way ever, and when I am done with her, she will be on her knees, begging for death," Percy seethed, " You will all remember what you did to an innocent man, you condemned an innocent man to Tartarus, and he will never ever come back to save you, NEVER! That is my final choice, I hate you all, and you all deserve to die!" And with that, Percy walked away into the darkness.
A/N This is my new writing style guys! Sadistic and cruel, writing. Get used to it, if you don't like, don't read.
