Hello! OH my gods, thanks so so so much for all the reviews last chapter! You guys are totally the best! So, there weren't really any question that I can answer without giving away free spoilers, and i would never ruin the chance for a good cliffhanger. ;) Here's one thing I can say: sorry for making the momsters so creepy. (Not really.) I also have arachnophobia. And, no offense to anyone, I think hairless cats are a little freaky. And scorpions are also freaky and terrifying. So I made a beautiful monster for you guys! :) If they weren't creepy, they wouldn't be called monsters. ;) Anyways, I own nothing but please enjoy this chapter! :)

PS: I got Trials Of Apollo: Hidden Oracle! I won't spoil it, but i have to say that it's super awesome so far. :)

Percy's POV (warning: mild swears throughout chapter)

As I tried to recover from the onslaught of flashbacks, the single door in my cell burst open. An imposing figure hidden by shadows stood in the doorway. In a deep, masculine voice, he said, "Hello Perseus Jackson."

I stared at the man in the doorway. "Well hello to you too, jackass."

"That's no way to welcome your host, Jackson. I'm kind enough to let you stay here during your time in Tartarus."

I snorted. "Yeah right. No doubt Hades is making you watch me, Bob."

The Titan of the West frowned at me. "I've started going by Iapetus again, actually. And Hades was just told by Zeus to make sure someone kept an eye on the newest prisoner of Tartarus. He simply happened to know that I have a holding place for some of the tougher inhabitants of the pit."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, right. I suppose the decor was just like this then?" I gestured around the room at the pictures of hellhounds, all vicious beasts with glowing red eyes.

Iapetus looked around a bit. "I admit, I did just have this room redone. Doesnt it look nice? I'm very proud of the art work. I must give my artist a raise."

"That's all fine and dandy. I'd love to give my compliments to your artist myself. Here, why dont you let me go deliver your praise as well? That way everyone is happy."

He laughed. "Nice try, Jackson. But you're not leaving this cell. I had to call in a lot of favors to make sure we got you here. We're not letting you go that easily."

I rolled my eyes in frustration. "Great. Can I at least get a change of scenery? These four walls are going to get really dull, really soon. And might I mention that there isn't even a toilet in here?"

"Nothing gets past you, Jackson, does it?"

"So I am getting a toilet?"

The Titan laughed at me. "You'll get your toilet eventually. I'm thinking more of a Porta-Potty type of thing. What do you think?"

"Those things are nasty. I'd rather go on the floor."

The Titan nodded. "Perfect. That's what I thought you'd say. Your Porta-Potty will be here soon. I just need my servants to go fetch one."

Servants? What could he possibly be... Oh. The mutant cat-spider-scorpion freaks. That's what he's talking about.

"You mean your freaks?" I replied, no doubt sounding like a dick. I couldn't care less though.

Iapetus frowned at me. "They're my pets and my servants. I created them myself, you know."

"Really? I'd never know. They look just as freakishly messed up as everything else down here in Tartarus."

Iapetus, the incredibly powerful Titan (of painful deaths), glared down at me, the puny, disowned demigod bound in chains (that wasn't even sure if he still had powers). "Don't disrespect me or my creations, mortal. I am the lord of these parts, and it would be in your best interest to treat me as such. I could kill you twenty different ways with a child's teddy bear. Let's not mention all the ways I could right now, seeing as how I have an endless army of "freaks" at my disposal. Most would be more than happy to tear you apart. They're more of a 'kill first, ask questions later' kind of group."

Surprisingly, the speech didn't terrify me. I didn't have to fight the urge to pee my pants from fright. If anything, I almost peed my pants from laughing.

I broke out in hysterical laughter not unlike the laughter I had on my journey to this lovely vacation spot, Tartarus. "You don't scare me! I've been here before and gotten out. I've seen things I shouldn't have to see, even got punished for some of the worst things that have happened to me! You don't scare me! You'll have to write a more fear-inspiring speech!"

Iapetus looked at me in outrage. "How dare you show this much disrespect to me?! I'll teach you your place demigod! You're never getting out of this pit!" He thrned on his heel and stomped out of my cell, slamming the door in the process. I kept laughing.

Suddenly, I started to feel very tired. It was hard moving my mouth up and down to talk. It was hard to even sit up. My eyelids were getting heavy. Before I even knew what was going on, I fell over on the floor, fast asleep.

I was hoping for the first nightmare-less sleep in the last couple weeks. Of course, in was sleeping somewhere in Tartarus, the pit of evil. I shouldn't have even hoped for good dreams.

The nightmare I did have was one of the worst ones I had ever had in my life. And trust me, that's really saying something. The terodible part was that I had already lived through the nightmare physically.

I was walking down a path in a park. The moon was mostly covered by the clouds, but it's light occasionally shone through. Annabeth was walking to my left, wearing a white shirt with jean shorts. She was laughing at something I had said.

"You're such a seaweed brain!" She exclaimed, lightly punching my shoulder. I smiled sheepishly and put an arm around her.

"Yeah, but I'm your seaweed brain." We stopped walking and both turned to face each other.

"Annabeth," I whispered, leaning closer to her.

"Percy," she breathed softly, leaning up towards me.

"Annabeth, I lo-"

The moon had disappeared behind the clouds, covering the park in darkness. An eery red glow came from the bushes behind me, but I didn't know that. I wasn't conscious of anything except the girl I loved, until she roughly shoved me aside during my proclamation of my love.

I stood, shocked and horrified, as a pitch black hellhound pounced and started to attack Annabeth. Her dagger was lying on the ground, too far for her to reach. I remained frozen until a blood curdling scream broke me from my terror.

Annabeth was lying in the path, the hellhound mauling her. I quickly drew Riptide and slashed the monster to dust while it was distracted. The monster disappeared, blown away, leaving a bloodied Annabeth behind. The moon chose that moment to come out of hiding from it's position behind the clouds.

Annabeth looked like a bloodied corpse. I dropped to my knees in the pool of her blood on the ground and crawled closer to her. Riptide lay on the ground next to me. Gently, I picked up Annabeth's head and cradled it in my lap.

"Percy," Annabeth murmured. I gasped; how was she still alive?

"Annabeth?"

"Yeah..." Blood was trickling out of the corner of her mouth. I wiped some of it away with my thumb. "I need you to do something for me."

"What? I'll do anything for you, Annabeth," I answered desperately.

"I need you to kill me."

"What? No Annabeth, I can call Apollo and he'll-"

She gently laid her pale hand on top of my tan one. "No Percy," she said, smiling sadly. "Apollo can't help me. I'm going to die." She started coughing, her whole body shaking, causing more blood to spill past her lips to accent the point. "It hurts so badly Seawed Brain. Please, I can't take it."

I blinked back tears, but nodded my head. My hand found Riptide, already drenched in Annabeth's blood from the pool it had been sitting in. I raised the sword above her chest, right above her heart. "I'm sorry Annabeth. You never got to wear your white dress."

She smiled sadly up at me, the moonlight making her pale face seem to glow. She looked like an angel. Or a ghost. "I love you Seaweed Brain. I'll see you in Elysium and then we can have our wedding."

I nodded, although I didn't think we would have our wedding after all. Luke was in Elysium. There might be a wedding, but I doubt it would be mine. Nevertheless, I lifted the sword higher. "I love you too, my Wise Girl." Then I let the sword fall.