-Amos Kane-
"Me bored!" Mimas complained as he promptly sat on the weird shaped rocks that honestly looked like it was supposed to represent a throne.
The cave shook in response, my cage swinging freely in the air as I quickly clung my hands to the bars, which they protested in reaction by shooting a sharp pain up to my elbows as the cage started to slowly ease to a stop, Mimas watching me. Get ready for another round of beat the crap out of 'Lector'. Set spoke up after hours of silence.
I gritted my teeth to the thought. I'm not some Goddamn toy. I protested back. I don't know if I can make it through another session like the last.
I know you won't. Set clarified. We need to find a way to get out, and fast.
By what? Suggesting we play hide and seek? I snapped.
That wouldn't be a bad idea. Set supported easily.
I considered it for a second before Mimas suddenly yanked on the bottom of the hanging prison, making me collapse onto his freakishly large left hand. "Lector fun." Mimas peered at me, his left eye being about twice my size.
"Hey, uh, Mimas. I have an idea that might actually be fun for you." I nervously started, fearing the other hand that started to hover above me. "Have you ever heard of hide and seek?"
He paused and gave me an intrigued look. "What hide seek?" He asked.
"Oh, it's a human children's game. Really entertaining. Usually there is a group of people that play, but it can work for two as well." My nerves I forced to calm down. "All that is required is someone who is 'it' and the rest hide. Whoever is 'it' has to close their eyes and count to a hundred before opening their eyes and finding the others."
"Boring," he finalized and clasped his right hand down.
This isn't my first run of this 'game'. He slowly brings his hands together as his victims cry for mercy, that's the jest of it. The worst of it happens to be the strong stench of death that fills your nostrils that you can practically suffocate from it alone. My eyes started watering again as I kneeled this time, watching him slowly lower his other hand towards me to strike panic. Too bad that I've accepted dying already.
In a matter of seconds, my lungs started panicking to lack of oxygen and the smell overwhelming me to the point that I can't even think clearly. But I still refused to cry out compared to last night where I had repeatedly protested and he found it quite humorous. I closed my eyes to hide away from my current situation, thinking of any other ideas for escape.
Maybe you should offer some sort of award for finding you? Set advised grimly.
My stomach twirled at the very thought. Like what? An arm? Or maybe my own heart for crying out loud.
Torture is his game, you know that. Set continued. Anything that can strike his fancy.
And what if he does find us? I started.
Set remained quiet on the topic. "Hey, ugly face!" A boy's voice yelled out.
"Hu?" Mimas responded, his hand stopped lowering as I opened my eyes.
"Know anything on magicians?" Another boy asked.
Mimas snarled in response, "what you want? Mother want Pharaoh!"
"So we've heard," Jackson's voice sent a leap of faith through me, "no luck yet?"
He chuckled now. "We have Lector toy, he show!"
"Who is Lector toy?" A girl asked smoothly, prying for answers.
Mimas suddenly lifted his right hand off, which I gasped in the cleaner air as soon as I could. "Wait, Amos?" Annabeth stood at alarm as I struggled to stand.
"Pharaoh won't come for him," Percy started instantly. "Lector is kind of an ass, you see."
Yeah, great excuse. I snarled.
"We left message, he come," Mimas reassured with a horrible grin. "But me have six new toys!"
Oh fuck that, I'm not witnessing him do the same to kids! I decided quickly as I peered down at the six teens. "Hey, Mimas, we have enough for a good game of hide and seek now." I brought up again, hoping that this time he would listen.
"No, boring!" He snapped.
"You can't judge the game unless you've played it," I urged.
That's when the inevitable occurred. I found myself looking at his index finger before he suddenly flicked me off his hand. A surge of pain shot through the entirety of my chest as I struck the cave wall before crashing ten feet to the floor. Five seconds of the room spinning and I still could barely breathe.
"Nico, go!" Annabeth screamed.
Ugh, this is going to end horribly. Set commented.
Set, I could barely speak to him through my own clouded head. Take over.
Take over? He judged.
Do whatever you want to Mimas; just make sure the kids stay safe. I instructed as a pale teen approached.
You're asking me to possess you? Set asked out of amazement.
The teen kneeled beside me and took in my current condition, reaching his right hand toward my left shoulder. "Back up," I struggled to speak between my strangled breaths.
