Percy was frustrated. Not to mention confused. He wanted to stay with Tartarus. He wanted to kill his friends, but he couldn't remember why. But he just knew he had to. He wanted them dead, limp on the floor. Percy couldn't remember when he started to think this way . All he knew was he wanted them to die by his hand.
PERCY, MY FRIEND, SHALL WE FOLLOW THOSE PESKY DEMIGODS?
"Yup. Tartarus. Lead the way." Percy replied with a grin.
There was no other friend in the world he trusted more. Expect for Annabeth. No. She could not be trusted.
NEVERMIND, PERCY. LET'S NOT FOLLOW THEM THEY HAVE ALREADY LEFT WITH YOUR PEGASUS, BLACKJACK. WE HAVE BIGGER ISSUES TO DEAL WITH.
"What? I want to see them shaking with fear at the tip of my sword!" said Percy, following it with an evil laugh.
PERCY, I MUST LEAVE. SOME OF MY CHILDREN ARE CALLING ME.
Tartarus left and Percy was alone with his thoughts. He decided to go to Camp Half Blood, find them and try to kill them.