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I really should space these out more. But I was bored so I wrote up another chapter at three in the morning. Don't judge.

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We are only on chapter three gurl.

Anyway.

This chapter has descriptions of torture. Last chapie was actual torture. This time it is descriptions. Just be warned.

Sorry for any OOC there is in this story. I will be writing this as if they have teenage minds, not 91 year old minds. You know why? Cause I am a freaking teen.

From the Lion King:

OH I JUST CAN'T WAAIIIT

TO OWN PERCY JACKSON!

Bun na na na na na na. dun.

Piper looked over at Hazel, who nervously glanced back. They were standing on the porch of Annabeths house, and they were about to ring the doorbell.

But they could hear her sobs from there.

What did Annabeth do to deserve this? What did they do to deserve it? Piper thought. You would think saving the world would get you a happily ever after. But nothing ever went "happily" for them.

Hazel rang the doorbell.

A puffy-eyed Annabeth answered the door. She sniveled. "Hey guys, come on in."

Piper and Hazel followed her into her gorgeous house. It was decorated with grey furniture with sea-green accents. The whole place was dotted with owls. A cheerful fire was blazing in the fireplace, lighting and warming the whole room.

Piper knew Annabeth wasn't really focused on the decor.

She sat down on her grey couch and sobbed into a sea-green pillow. It probably just reminded her more of Percy, or lack-there-of.

"Hey, it will be alright," Hazel said, sitting down next to Annabeth and rubbing her back. "Percy is probably talking with Hades about the mixup right now." That only made her cry harder.

"Annabeth," Piper soothed (with a little bit of charmspeak), "Hazel's right. Percy would've told the judges who he was, and they're probably fixing the problem as we speak." Anaabeth continued to cry, but she calmed down enough to speak.

"You guys don't understand," she said through her hiccups. "Where is Octavian now?"

"In the Isles of the Blest," Hazel said, realization dawning in her eyes. "You don't think..."

"What?" Piper asked, clearly confused.

"Where should he have gone?" Annabeth asked. New tears started forming in her eyes.

Piper snorted. "Well, he should have gone to the Fields of . . . Punishment . . . . Oh gods!" Piper exclaimed in understanding.

"So you think Percy is..." Hazel whispered. Her eyes were wide. Piper guessed that her own were, too.

"I do," Annabeth said. "But there's no way to know for sure." She broke down again.

Piper remembered something she had found in her house when she had first gone exploring. Something that could help them find out if Percy was alright or not.

"I think I have a way of finding out," Piper told them. They looked at her expectantly. "You know how my favorite movie was Beauty and the Beast when I was little, right?" They nodded. "Well, before I got... you know, my knife, I had always wanted one of those mirrors that could show you anything."

"Do you have one here?" Annabeth asked urgently.

Piper nodded. "Follow me."

In retrospect, Piper wished she hadn't said anything.

Annabeth was terrified of what she would find. But she was even more terrified of not knowing.

Piper lead them to a room that only had one thing in it: a full length mirror. It reminded Annabeth of a book she had read. It was the first book in a series of seven books about a wizard, and the mirror showed you your deepest desire. It was probably her favorite series of all time.

"Annabeth," Piper began, snapper her out of her thoughts. "Are you sure about this?"

Annabeth nodded confidently. "I have to know."

Hazel and Piper both nodded.

"Go up to the mirror and say 'show me Percy Jackson'," Piper explained.

Annabeth nodded and went up to the mirror. She took a shaky breath and declared, "Show me Percy Jackson!"

The image in the mirror shifted, and Annabeth gasped. In the picture was a boy lounging in the sun. He had blond hair and a thin build.

Octavian.

"So they really are mixed up," Piper muttered from her left.

"I'll check the mirror," Annabeth said. She went behind it and started looking for anything out of the ordinary. Piper joined her.

"I don't see anything," she told Annabeth. "You?"

"Nope," she replied.

"Hey, I have an idea!" Hazel exclaimed. She went up to the mirror. "Show me Octavian!"

Annabeth watched as Hazel's eyes widened in horror. Her hands flew to her mouth as she stumbled backwards and turned away.

Piper and Annabeth ran over to Hazel.

"Bad," she muttered. "Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad."

Annabeth was really worried now. What could she have seen?

She looked back at the mirror, but it was just her reflexion that stared back at her.

"Hazel," Piper said calmly, making every syllable clear. "What did you see?"

Hazel mumbled to herself. Annabeth caught a few words like 'bad' and 'whip' and 'blood'. Her eyes widened.

She walked up to the mirror. "Show me-"

"NO!" Hazel screamed, tackling Annabeth in a hug. "You don't want to see it! Trust me!"

Annabeth shook her head. "I have to know, Hazel. Please understand. I can't imagine not knowing his fate." Even as she said it, she had a very good idea of what it was from what she'd heard Hazel say.

Hazel hestitated, but nodded. "I understand," she said with a shaky voice. "Just don't make me look at it, okay?"

Piper rubbed her back. "We won't. Why don't you go wait in the hallway?"

Hazel sniveled. "Okay."

She went into the hall, leaving Piper and Annabeth alone with the mirror. That thing freaked Annabeth out.

"So . . ." Piper said. "Which one of us will do the honors?"

Annabeth hesitated, but it was her soulmate, after all. "I will."

Piper nodded. They both faced the mirror.

Annabeth took a shaky breath. "Sh-show m-me Octavian."

The scene in the mirror made Annabeth scream Percy's name in absolute horror, but she couldn't look away.

It was Percy alright, but it wasn't . . . Percy. He was down on his knees. And his wrists were chained to a post. His eyes were alive with suffering and fear, his face contorted with pain. His back . . . . His back was unspeakable. The blood dripping from his numerous wounds was collected at his knees, where a huge puddle had already formed. The bones in his back were visible.

Then, out of nowhere, a whip traveling at lightning speed hit him. If he looked in pain before, it was nothing compared to now. His eyes bugged out of his head and his mouth ripped open. Even though it was a silent scene, Annabeth could almost hear his agonizing cry. A shudder passed through his body, and all too soon, the whip lashed onto him again. This time he clamped his eyes and mouth shut tight in determination. He opened his eyes after the lash, but was caught off guard by yet another. He collapsed onto the ground, well, as far as he could while being suspended by his wrists, and he hung there as his mouth opened again for another cry of pain.

The scene faded.

Jason still couldn't believe it.

Piper had come to his house an hour after she and Hazel had to comfort Annabeth. Her eyes were alive with panic.

"We need to get everyone together," she had said. "Now."

"What happened?" Jason asked her. She looked pretty shaken up.

"It's about Percy," she said.

He realized what she meant. "Meet me in the park in five minutes."

She nodded and ran off.

Five minutes later, the six of them were sitting around the same picnic table, looking expectantly at the three girls. Annabeth was crying into Pipers shoulder, and by the looks of things, it looked like they were going to burst into tears, as well.

"This is about Percy, isn't it?" Leo said bluntly. Annabeth started crying even harder, and Piper shot him a glare. "Geez, I was just asking."

Jason rolled his eyes. "Yes, it is. Piper, what did you guys find?"

Piper looked away from Leo and took a deep breath. "Well, were t-talking and-" She started crying. "Oh, I took a picture, so just look!" She shoved a cellphone into Jason's hands before collapsing on Annabeth's opposite shoulder.

What he saw made him gasp.

It was Percy.

But he was chained to a pole, on his knees, and by the look of his back and the brown blur above it, he was being whipped.

Hard.

His face was contorted into one of pure agony. His eyes were bugging out of his head, and they were filled with hopelessness, pain, and horror. His mouth was open, as if he were screaming in pain. Which he probably was.

Even though it was only a photograph, Jason could almost hear Percy's horrible, agonizing cry.

He absentmindedly passed it to Frank, who dropped it in shock. He sheepishly picked it up, looked at it again as if he hadn't even been sure of what he had seen, and passed it along.

"Holy Hera!" Leo yelped, putting the phone down on the table and walking away, muttering, "Not good, not good, not good," over and over again while running his fingers through his hair as he paced.

Piper picked up her phone and looked at it one more time before turning it off. "Not good is right. You should have seen it in the mirror."

"What mirror?" Jason asked.

Piper explained that she had a mirror like the one in Beauty and the Beast. A mirror that could show you anything (that would've freaked Jason out, but to each their own). And, apparently, seeing it live had been a thousand times worse.

Jason glanced over at Piper. He couldn't even imagine what it would feel like to watch her in that mirror. Just thinking about it crushed him.

He put a hand on Annabeth's shoulder. "I'm so, so sorry Annabeth. I promise we will do everything we can to get him back."

"What can we do?" Frank asked, and Leo hit him upside the head. "Ow, what was that for?!"

Leo snorted. "Of course we can do something! We have an eternity to figure it out!"

Annabeth shook her head. "Yeah, we may have an eternity. Bt every second we spend trying to come up with a plan is another second Percy is in pain!"

Leo looked down.

"We can do it," Hazel said. "Annabeth, you wouldn't happen to have any ideas?"

Annabeth laughed lightly. The sound gave Jason hope. Hope that they would get through this.

"As a matter of fact, I do."

1,730 words. Pretty good.

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