Yo, just to kiiiinda let you guys know, second half is a little graphic. Just Dicaeus being a fuckin badass and doing very, very bad things to our dear Percy... So yeah, there's your warning :P toodles

Artemis sighed irritably as she looked over Camp Half-Blood. "Let them know we've arrived, Thalia."

Thalia nodded as she blew the horn to signal their arrival and thought "I wonder what Percy is doing right about now... eh, he's probably asleep," she smiled mischievously at the prospect of being the one to wake him up. It had been a year since she had last seen her cousin. After agreeing to take over as Artemis' new lieutenant she quickly found that there would be no time to see any of her old friends again until Artemis decided she wanted to pay a visit to the camp.

Although she has been able to iris message Annabeth, she hasn't been able to get through to Percy for some reason... it almost as if Iris herself was refusing to make the call. Well, she could kind of understand if he didn't want to talk to her after that night. But there's a difference between taking a small reprieve to mourn and going M.I.A. Even Annabeth said that she hasn't spoken to him since that night. She also said that everyone who has spoken to him hasn't had a real conversation with him. More like a "Hi" and "Bye".

Artemis looked over at Thalia as she was caught in her thoughts amusedly as she knew where they lie. "Thalia," she said softly gaining the livewires attention, "you may go." Thalia smiled brightly at her before taking off in the direction of cabin three.

Lightly jogging down the hill, an idea sparked through her mind, "Oh yeah, he's gonna feel this one tomorrow." She mused aloud while picking up in speed as she allowed electricity to dance between her fingertips.

Finally stopping in front of Percy's cabin she got a strange feeling. It pressed down on her shoulders as it tried to dig her right into the ground. She began to ascend the stairs to his cabin.

First step

The smell was the first thing that hit her. She looked around bemusedly as she tried to pinpoint where that smell was coming from. It was rancid almost like something nearby had died and was left there to rot for a millennia. She realized with a start that she could no longer smell the ocean breeze that she grown to like from the cabin in front of her. She could hear her own heart beat as it thundered in her ears. Trying to steel her nerves and failing miserably she took another step, as she began to fear the worst for her cousin.

Second step

Fear. It began to claw at her insides as that feeling grew heavier and almost caused her knees to buckle as her eyes grew wide. That rank smell from before had progressed into something she couldn't even describe as utterly disgusting. Her eyes began to water as the smell somehow rested itself on her tongue. She slowly unsheathed her spear as it started to hum, as if it too could feel that there was something wrong there. Slowly, she took her last step as her heart launched into a beat that sounded akin to gunshots.

Final step

Her arms and legs tensed. The muscles in the appendages coiled much the same as a lion before it pounces. Her already sweaty palms began to quake horrendously as she raised her hand to the doorknob, before she paused. She wanted to open the door, but she couldn't. Afraid of what she might find behind that door. After a long moment of silence, she finally grabbed the doorknob.

Suddenly, the smell faded and the pressure was alleviated by the door being swung open by the Seaweed Brain that she had just been worrying about. Looking up at his seaweed-green eyes and crooked smile, she began to tear up as she the fact that she's missed her brother-of-a-cousin for a good while now.

If you were to ask her, you would get a simple and untruthful answer that she merely hugged him. No, she practically glomped him and squeezed with all her strength as if to make sure that he was actually ocean breeze flooded her nose. He hugged back with just as much force tangling his fingers in her short hair as she began to cry lightly into his shirt. Looking down at her, he finally spoke.

"Hey Thalia..." he began as she looked up at him, "it's been awhile."

"Hey... you wanna see something cool?"

Percy struggled against his restraints as he tried to avoid looking his captor in the eye. The thing in front of him actually became a thing. Dicaeus no longer looked exactly like him. There was a strange glint in Dicaeus' eyes as Percy began take in his full from. The man.. no, monster in front him looked positively feral. Standing at 6'3 with windswept shoulder-length hair that was a glowing white, sharpened nails that looked to be able to cut through flesh and straight to bone, and eyes that were bled to black at the sclera before the iris turned an luminescent white while the pupil remained the same.

"I'll take that as a yes." Dicaeus cackled as he punched Percy in the face. Roughly snatching Percy from his bindings and relishing in the anguished screams that he elicited from the whining bitch infront of him. Dropping him on floor he began to walk away as Percy stood up on unsteady legs.

Dicaeus stopped walking before turning to Percy and flicking his finger at him with a bored look in his eyes. For a moment nothing happened. Percy looked at Dicaeus bemusedly before feeling a rush of air hit him in the sternum sending him flying into the wall that appeared suddenly behind him.

Percy coughed up blood as the wind left his lungs from the sudden impact on the wall. Slowly, he tried to regain himself but to no avail. He was powerless here and he knew it, as he was forced to listen to the laugh of the demented man that was... in front of him?

"When did he-" his thought bubble was dashed by the searing pain that shot through his left leg. Dicaeus was currently savagely stomping on our young hero's leg until it finally caved and bent at an odd angle.

Percy screamed in agony as tears sprang forth and began to gather in a puddle on the floor. He couldn't feel the bottom half of his shin he realized as he began to retch at the sight of his leg. Percy tried to press himself further into the wall, anything to get away from this monster.

"Ah-Ah-Ah Percy," Dicaeus began in a sickengly sweet tone with glee etched into his face as he looked down his nose at Percy. He smiled widely, "don't run from me" And in that moment, if it was at all possible, the room temperature dropped into freezing cold as Percy started into cold white eyes. Faster than Percy's eyes could follow Dicaeus' hand shot down and wrapped itself around Percy's jaw.

"Perseus," Dicaeus started as he lifted off of the ground Percy using only one arm and pure brute strength, he whispered, "be quiet."

After those three words, Percy began to grasp the meaning of pain. Dicaeus began to squeeze on Percy's jaw whilst he clawed at the latter's hand, trying and failing to get him to release his vice-like grip on his mandible. Slowly crushing the bone Dicaeus screamed, "READY FOR THE BEST PART!?"

Crunch.

Dicaeus felt strong. Stronger than ever in fact, as he revelled in his King's weakness. Uselessly flailing around in his grip as blood pours from where the bottom half of his shitty pie-hole used to be. He wanted this moment to last forever. Damn, he wished he had a camera right now.

Percy felt himself slipping from his hand before it grabbed him again but only this time, his hand found purchase on the rest of his mouth. He could practically smell his own blood as his thoat felt hot. His stomach was doing flip-flops while doing the best it could to keep him from spilling the remnants of his last meal all over himself.

"And a-one and a-two and a-THREEEEE!" He jabbed his free hand through percy's chest and out of his back before letting his face go. Dicaeus was enjoying this too much. The pain. The agony. The despair. Every emotion that passed over the whelp's face sent a jolt of ecstasy through him. "Perseus is mine and mine alone," he thought as he began twisting his arm over and over again, "Perseus is mine to kill. Mine to break. Mine to eat." As the light of life quickly faded from Perseus' eyes, he now knew what he wanted to do.

"I will take everything from you."

"Oh... fuck, he died." Dicaeus stared impassively at the limp body of Percy before tilting his arm downward and just letting him slide off. "Well, what to do now?" He pondered this until he caught a whiff of a familiar scent. Whipping his head around he searched the barren space around him in search of the owner of the smell of ozone. He quickly became conscious of the fact that whoever smelled like that wasn't in here.

He started to giggle as he snapped his fingers and a door appeared to his right. The giggle rapidly increased in volume until it was a full blown laugh. He then procceeded to fall over and clutch at his stomach as he let loose a psychotic howl of laughter until tears gathered at the corner of his eyes.

Getting up and opening the door he was immediately assualted by the unforgiving glare of the sun. Taking a small sniff, he smiled before looking down and being pouncehugged by a relatively short girl.

"Hey Thalia..." he began as she looked up at him, "it's been awhile."