Tartarus- Jercy Style

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Back again with Chapter 5

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Summary: What if Jason saved Annabeth when she was beginning to fall in Tartarus? What if Percy and Jason closed the Door's of Death together? Follow Jason and Percy as they conquer Tartarus together. Slight Pairing (JasonXPercy). Spoilers for MoA and HoH. Rated T.

Warning: Violence.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or HoO

In the last chapter

Ahead in the gloom, the terrain leveled out into a black swamp. Sulfur-yellow mist hung in the air. Even without sunlight, there were actual plants- clumps of reeds, scrawny leaf trees, even a couple sickly-looking flowers blooming in the muck. Missy trails wound between bubbling tar pits. Directly in front of me, sunk into the big, were footprints the size of trash-can kids, with long, pointed toes.

"Drakon?" Jason yelled.

"Yes." Bob grinned at Jason. "This is good!"

"Uh... Why?" He responded.

"Because it means that we are close to him."

Bob marched through the mucky swamp.

Aether was quirming in the swamp and complaining about the nasty sound it created.

Bob had Percy. If Jason hesitated to continue, he would lose Percy and Percy's girlfriend would be mad at Jason. I hurried after Bob, hopping from moss patch to miss patch as Aether sloshed in the bog.

At least the terrain forced Bob to go slower. Several times Percy could be heard muttering Annabeth. The kitten on Percy's back purred loudly and snuggled up.

Finally the yellow most parted, revealing a muddy clearing like an I slams in terms disgusting, black muck. In the center loomed a large, domed hut made of bones and greenish leather. Around it was stunted trees that dotted the ground. Wart mounds could also be found. Smoke rose from a hole at the top of the hut. The entrance covered with curtains of scaly reptile skin, and flanking the entrance, two torches made from colossal femur bones burned bright yellow.

What really caught my attention was the drakon skull. About fifty yards into the clearing, about halfway to the hut. A massive oak tree jutted from the ground at a forty-five-degree angle. The jaws of the drakon skull encircled the trunk, as if the oak tree were the dead monster's tongue.

"Yes," Bob murmured. "This is very good."

Nothing about this place felt good, it felt plain gross.

A mighty roar pierced the air echoing through the swamp. Then, it appeared.

Jason

The most insulting part?

The drakon was easily the most beautiful thing I have seen in this hell hole. It's hide was dappled green and yellow, like sunlight through a forest canopy. It's reptilian eyes were a sea green that resembled Percy's swirling irises. When its frill unraveled around its head, I couldn't help but think that such a monster was regal and amazing, yet it was trying to kill me.

Welcome! To the lives of demigods... chased by monsters and completing quests. Plus you get killed in almost every situation! Fun! I hate my life at times.

It was easily as long as a subway train. And that is LONG! Its massive talons dug into the mud as it pulled itself forward, its tail whipping from side to side. The drakon hissed, spitting jets of green poison that smoked on the mossy ground and set tar pits om fire, filling the air with fresh pine and ginger. Even the monster smelled good. I'm no faun by the way... sorry satyr. Like most drakons, it was wingless, longer, and more snake-like than a dragon, and it looked hungry. When did it last eat? A couple months ago? A few days? Hours?

"Bob," I started.

"Yeah," the Titan replied.

"What are we facing here?" I finished.

"Maeonian drakon," Bob said. "From Maeonia."

More helpful information! Great. You probably could hear the sarcasm dripping from my voice. I would've smacked that Titan upside the head. Sadly, I wasn't his height. I could use his broom... but I couldn't lift it. "Any way we can kill it?"

"Us?" Bob said. "No."

The regal drakon from Maeonia roared as if to accentuate the point, filling the air with more pine-ginger poison, which would have made an excellent car-freshener scent.

"Get Percy to safety, even if you might hate him," I ordered. "I will distract it."

I had no idea what I was doing. I don't even know how I will distract it. It was my onky choice though. I couldn't let Percy die- not if I still had the strength to stand.

"You don't have to," Bob said. I felt relieved, as if the weight of the sky (A/N:"~ Sorry Atlas) was off my shoulders. "Any minute-"

"ROOOOOAAAR!"

I turned to see a giant emerge from his hut.

He was about twenty feet tall- typical giant height. He had a humanoid upper body, and scaly reptillian legs, like a bipedal dinosaur. He held no weapon. Instead of armor, he wore a shirt stiched together from sheep hides and green-spotted leather. His skin was cherry red; his beard and hair the color of iron rust, braided with tufts of grass, leaves, and swamp flowers.

He shouted in challenge, thankfully he wasn't looking at me, but rather the scaly drakon. Bob pulled me out of the way as the giant stormed toward the drakon.

They clashed like some wierd Christmas combat scene-the red versus the green. The drakon spewed poison. The giant lunged to one side. He grabbed the oak tree and pulled it from the ground, roots and all. The old skull crumbled into a fine dust-like powder as the giant hefted the tree like a baseball bat.

The drakon's tail lashed around the giant's waist, dragging him closer to its gnashing teeth. But soon as the giant was in range, he shoved the tree straight down the monster's throat. And it went deep down there. GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER!

I hoped I never had to see such a gruesome scene again. The tree pierced the drakon's gullet and impaled it to the ground. The roots began to move, digging deeper as they touched the earth, adjusting, anchoring the oak until it looked like it stood in that same exact spot for centuries. The drakon shook and thrashed, but it was pinned fast.

The giant brought his fist down on the drakon's neck. CRACK! The monster went limp. It began to dissolve, leaving only scraps of bone, meat, hide, and a new drakon skull whose open jaws ringed the oak tree.

Bob grunted. "Good one."

The skeleton kitten purred in agreement and began to clean his paws.

The giant kicked at the drakon's remains, examining them critically. "No good bones," he complained. "However, there is some good skin for the outhouse... but I wanted a new walking stick. Hmpf."

He ripped some soft hide from the drakon's frills and tucket it inhis belt.

I wanted to ask the giant if he really used drakon hide for toilet paper, but I decided against it. "Uh... Bob, do you want to introduce us?"

"Jason," he said, pointing at me. He patted Percy's legs softly. "This is Percy. Over there is Aether and the black-haired guy is Tartarus."

This is not what I meant when I told him to introduce us. I meant for Bob to tell us who this giant was. I hopes he was messing with us, however he didnt seem like it. Bob's face revealed nothing at all.

I gritted my teeth. "I meant the giant." I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "You promised he could help Percy..."

"Promise?" The giant glanced over from his work. His eyes seemed to narrow under his bushy red brows. His skin seemed to crinckle at the sides of his mouth. Instead of a smile, was a frown. One of his eyebrows was raised while the other was normal. "A big thing, a promise. Why would Bob promise my help?"

Bob shifted his weight. Titans were scary. However, giants were scarier. I considered the fact that even though Titans ruled at some point, giants could shove a tree down a drakon's throat. I have never seen a Titan next to a giant before. The comparison was not pretty. Next to a giant, Bob looked very runty.

"Damasen is a good giant," Bob reassured. That did nothing. He might try to shove a tree down my throat. Hell, he might even kill me with a blade of grass. I don't know how he might do it, but he'll find a way.

"He is peaceful," Bob continued. Are you sure? What I just saw does not describe peaceful at all. That was downright murderous. Even my father would never do that. And he is crazy!

"He can cure poisons," Bob finished. That is probably the best thing out of this entire situation, well besides the fact that the drakon's pine-ginger poison still lingered in the air. Ah, refreshing. I need some of that air in a large bottle or something.

I stared at the giant that was now ripping parts of drakon meat. Chunk by chunk. The blood from the meat flowed down his hands changing his already red hands to a darker shade. He ripped them apart from the carcass with his bare hands.

"Peaceful," I said. "I can see that." My voice literally flowed with sarcasm, as if a waterfall had just come and made my words flow with sarcasm down a giant cliff. Plunge! It dropped like my stomach.

"Good meat for dinner." Damasen's started. No way in Tartarus am I eating drakon meat. I have no idea where his hands have been considering he uses drakon hide for toilet paper. Wait. He said, "good skin for the outhouse..." What does he use as toilet paper on days that he gets all bad skin. Ew. I did not need that mental image. I'm practically gagging.

Damasen stood up straight and studied me curiously, as if I was another potential source of protein. "Come inside," Damasen continued. Rapist. Alert! Alert! Rapist. I cannot believe I am trusting this guy with Percy. Rapist! Alert. Alert. Rapist! I repeat! Rapist. Alert! Alert! Rapist. Run for your lives! Damasen will rape you.

"We will have stew," Damsen continued. If you stir your stew with your gross hands then I will personally dump the stew on your hut. If you don't then I will gratefully eat it or should I shove it down Percy's throat. I do not want to eat that stew if his hands touched that meat again. Use gloves or something. I do not trust your hands.

"Then we will see about that promise," Damasen finished. So, Percy might die if Damasen says "no" to the promise? Great! Annabeth will surely kill me now. Everyone will blame me. So, I followed him inside. Now, you must be thinking why I would follow a apparent "rapist" into his house. I still have no idea and I am currently sitting on a chair in his dining room. Let me tell you what I am also thinking... "Help! Get me out of this hut! Get me out of this pit! Help! This hell hole is so strange! Plus, this entire time Aether and Tartarus haven't even spoke.

"I don't know if this will go well or not," Aether spoke.

"Me neither..." Tartarus agreed.

This was fun to write/type.

One because of Jason's reactions/thoughts.

I am going to change my schedule to Sunday and Wednesday,

instead of Saturday and Wednesday.

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Updated~ 12/21/17