Confused

Chapter 4: Wounds of the Future

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The first thing I saw was light. Bright, deadly light. Then I felt cold. I felt like I was completely numb. Slowly, feeling returned to my fingers, legs, and arm. Yes, arm; I couldn't feel my other arm. I opened my eyes and found myself lying on a steel platform. I was in a room lighted with fire torches and a cold rock floor. Memories of the attack filled my mind. My mother… she was screaming. And Luke, he was alive. And he wanted to kill me.

Then am I dead? The very thought brought pain crashed down on me. I could feel my arm now. It was broken and bloody. Not to mention painful. Extremely painful. As the agony racked through my body, I heard the metal door to my right slam.

Please be a guard, please be guard! I prayed. It was a guard. And he brought a friend. Luke.

Luke smiled. "Well, well, well. Look who we have here." He taunted "Seems like we have picked up a stray, eh Garge? A monster that I had never seen before towered in front of me. Bright, emerald eyes looked at me calmly. Long blonde hair tumbled down her shoulders and a flawless, beautiful face showed an unreadable expression. Ok, this monster, Garge, was extremely hot.

"Right, Master." She crooned "Of course. But you forgot. I like to go by Lyla."

Luke looked at her almost hungrily. "Lyla, have you met the stray? Percy, Lyla. Lyla, Percy. You don't want to talk to him, Lyla. Pay more attention to me. He's insignificant." Luke stepped closer to her.

Lyla stepped back immediately. She narrowed her gorgeous eyes. " Watch yourself, Master. Remember that I only serve. Only serve."

"So? Why not have a little fun while I do my tortu-"I coughed. Even though I was in terrible condition, I wasn't in the mood to watch Luke go

Lovesick.

"Uh, still alive here!" I interrupted "Could we keep the kissing to a minimum?"

Luke smiled evilly. "You just reminded me. I came here to tell you I hate Annabeth. When we were kids, I loved her. Like a sister, of course. But now, she can rot in Tarterus."

"Annabeth?" I suddenly felt my stomach drop. He couldn't hurt her. He couldn't. "No, you won't touch her. I won't let you."

But Luke just laughed. "Ha! You think you can stop me? Garge! Er, Lyla! Do you have anything going on tomorrow?"

Lyla looked at me. "No, Master. Nothing."

"Good! Percy Jackson, say goodbye to Annabeth. Lyla, take Mooshawka and kill her. Then come back to him and describe it in detail. After that, I want you to kiss him. A lot." Luke laughed.

Lyla frowned. "Master, I have two things to say. First, Mooshawka goes by Troy. And second, why would I kiss him?"

Luke smiled. "Because, dear Lyla, it will hurt him more than anything." He laughed.

I felt my brain go dizzy. "No! Please, leave Annabeth alone. No!" I screamed at him. "Please, kill me! Don't hurt her!"

Luke just waved his hand and beckoned Lyla to leave. She looked sadly at me. "I'm sorry Percy. Truly, I am." Then she was gone.

I broke down sobbing. "Annabeth! Annabeth!" I screamed for all I was worth. The last thing I heard was my own voice screaming her name, and I saw Luke's hand raised and laughter still on his face.