Percy POV
I couldn't fully remember what happened to me. It all came in flashes first I felt cold, like I was falling in a endless pit. I felt drips of salt water, like tears, covering my skin,.
Suddenly there was a bright light and I saw shadowy figures looming over me….
I shot up only to feel cold tiles where my back was laying on. I quickly got up and I realized that I was in some sort of hospital gown.
I didn't know what to expect when I died. But I am certain that it is not being locked in a small metal cell with no windows or bars. No way this is a hospital.
I scanned the area and there was only a bed and a small nightstand. It looked like something out of a nightmare.
"Come on! Open up!" I yelled as I banged my fist against the metal door.
"That isn't going to work." A small voice said.
Suddenly a girl that seemed to be only a few years younger than me appeared out of the shadows. Her red eyes bore into me, yet they seemed deprieved of hope.
"We can't just sit here and do nothing!" I punched the door this time and left a good size dent.
"I have been here for over a hundred years." She spoke softly as she gazed up at the dull ceiling. "I have been here for so long that I have lost count."
"We are we even here? I am suppose to be dead!" I flinched when I saw my bruised knuckles.
"Who says we are not?"
This girl was seriously depressing, but before I could say something flashing red lights filled the room and the door finally opened up with smoke pouring in.
I watched as her figure slowly went to the door and peered out. I could already tell that she was a bit happy. hopeful even, but that all stopped when we heard a piercing scream.
"I thought that you have been locked in here for over a hundred years." I whispered as I stared at the oh-so beautiful-scene of darkness on the other side of the door.
"He did say that he was waiting for someone." She turned around and gave me a weak smile. "I guess that was you."