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THERE WILL BE PERCABETH IN THIS CHAPTER! YOUR WAIT IS OVER!

And now, from Mulan:

Let's get get down to business

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JACKSON!

Percy was normally good at sword fighting.

But not when he had his strength taken away. And his sword.

And his dignity.

Gabe had used some sort of magic to take away all of Percy's strength and said "let's wrestle".

Percy now hated wrestling.

Immediately, Gabe had won. But was that the end?

Nope. Not even close.

Gabe, after he had Percy pinned, had started kicking and punching him like there was no tomorrow.

Usually, Percy would have either A) stopped him, or B) endured it without too much pain.

But he couldn't do either without his strength.

So, Gabe got the satisfaction of hurting him. But he wouldn't get the satisfaction of hearing his screams.

With each punch or kick Gabe delivered, Percy only clamped his mouth shut even tighter.

But wait! There was more! Now Gabe was biting him!

How wonderful.

"Ah!" Percy finally yelled. Then he hit Gabe on the head. Game seethed with rage.

Oh yeah, Percy thought. No strength. That probably just annoyed him.

Ding ding ding! Give the boy a prize!

His amazing prize: getting thrown onto the floor with impossible force.

It happened so fast that he didn't even get a chance to scream.

He grunted in pain. "Ow," he mumbled.

"I think we're done wrestling," Gabe grumbled, taking a drink of water.

Percy had an idea. It was a long shot, but if it worked, he could be able to heal himself.

He focused on moving the water over to himself. He felt the familiar tug in his gut, but it seemed . . . off, somehow. Percy dismissed the idea that anything would go wrong. He had to at least try.

He willed the water over to him, closed his eyes, and waited for the relief.

It never came.

Percy opened his eyes to the horrifying image of Gabe drenched in water.

"BOY!" Gabe screamed. "I swear - when I get my hands on . . . ." He stopped suddenly, grinning wickedly. "Well, well, well. Looks like I won't have to."

Percy suddenly became aware that he was shaking violently - and it had nothing to do with fear.

After about a minute of uncontrollable shaking, the pain came.

Waves of pain overtook him, and he collapsed onto the ground. With each new wave, he writhed in agony on the ground. But he clamped his mouth shut tight, determined not to scream.

He didn't like it - it reminded him to much of the Acheron.

But then it was the Acheron.

All he knew was pain.

His body thrashed around with no control. His agonizing cries were heartbreaking. His hands wrapped around his head and he clawed at his cheeks, making them bleed.

But Percy didn't even know what was going on around him, even in his own body.

After all, all he knew was pain.

He blacked out.

"Percy?" a girls voice asked.

Here, Percy said something very intelligent. Something along the lines of "ugh".

"Percy, it's me!"

Percy opened his eyes to find his Wise Girl standing right in front of him.

He reached out to touch her, but his hand went right through her, like a mirage.

"A-annabeth?" he choked out. "Are you alright?"

She laughed. It was music to his ears. "Me? What about you?! Everyone thinks your Octavian!"

Percy was so relieved. "So I'm not going crazy!"

"Nope," Annabeth said, popping the 'p'. "But really . . . how are you?"

"Fine," Percy said, looking down.

"Don't you lie to me," she scolded. "I saw the whipping."

Percy's eyes widened. "You - you saw that?"

Annabeth looked like she was ready to cry. "Yes, I saw it." She took a deep breath. "I'm so, so sorry!" Percy was bit taken aback. She had started actually crying. "When I saw Octavian, I knew right away where you were, but I did nothing! I cried, but I did nothing to help you! You could've been out of there by now! I'm so sorry!"

"Annabeth," Percy soothed. "I'm fine. You're okay, and that's all I need to be happy. Really." He smiled.

Annabeth smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Percy, you're not fine. I saw you when you where being whipped - you were in agony!"

Percy chuckled lightly. "That? It wasn't that bad. I've had way worse than-"

"WHAT?!" Annabeth screamed. "YOU'VE HAD WORSE?!"

Percy silently cursed himself. He had only worried her more.

"Look, forget I said anything," he told her.

Then the shaking started.

"I can't just sit around while you . . . . Percy, what in the world are you doing?" she asked in confusion.

He was shaking like crazy. He remembered what had happened earlier, how he had been swallowed by the pain of the Acheron again. Being stuck in its iron grip of pure agony and suffering, being unable to even put your mind together enough to even think of how to escape, much less actually articulate a plan of escape and complete its execution. The complete overwhelming power of the pain taking over you.

"Annabeth, look away," he said through the constant tremors. "P-please."

"Percy, what's happening?" she asked, concern flashing across her face.

"Annabeth, please. Look away right - oh, no."

"Seaweed brain?"

The waves of pain started to wash over him - just like they had before.

They were easy to control at first - he only had to clench his fists to keep himself from crying out. If the pain came in waves, these first few were like the tide - small, easy to control. But more dangerous waves were coming. Then the tidal wave would crash, confirming all suspicion that the smaller waves were leading up to something much bigger.

"Annabeth! Look away! Please! WAKE UP!" Another wave of pain. This time he couldn't help but grunt and hold his head.

Annabeth's eyes widened in horror. " What did they do to you?!"

"Annabeth, I-" Percy began.

Then the tidal wave come crashing overhead, sucking Percy into its whirlpool of suffering.

All Percy knew was pain.

But this time he subconsciously asked himself, as if his conscience was still above the water while the rest of him writhed below the waves, "Why is there a girl calling my name in the distance?"

Percy awoke in pain.

All he knew was pain.

But then it left just as it came.

First, the unbearable pain stopped. Then the waves came, starting with the waves that were taller than even Gabe, and ending with the small waves of the tide. Then he couldn't stop shaking for at least a full minute.

Percy was gasping. But inside of him, his pain and suffering was boiling into pure, horrifying rage. "Okay," he spat. "What the Hades was that?!" he demanded.

Gabe laughed. "The Curse of the Acheron. You will subjected to the pain you felt in the Acheron every so often. Not so often that your soul burns away into nothingness, but frequently enough that it is pure torture. The water of the Acheron runs through your veins, ready to strike at any moment."

Percy yawned. "Yada, yada, yada."

Gabe fumed.

"Let's go, Octavian. I need to teach you some respect."

1,209 words. I think that's pretty good, right?

I think the next chapter will be longer. I think.

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