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Chapter 3

"Percy, please tell me you aren't cutting yourself."

Percy stared up in horror at the creature before him, too paralyzed with fear to be able to answer his girlfriend. What made it worse, was that he'd been schizophrenic since he was six years old. True, he hadn't heard the voices in over ten years, but that didn't mean he didn't see things. He was terrified, because he had no idea if the thing in front of him was real, or just part of his imagination.

It grinned putting a finger to its lips, before pulling out Riptide, removing the cap, and making a deep, fatal slash to each of Percy's wrists, before vanishing.

Percy took deep shuddering breaths, as he slowly felt his consciousness fading out, and with the last of his strength, he tried to call out, though it was quieter than he'd ever thought possible.

"I need help," he said softly, before he lost consciousness, and fell to the floor.

When Percy next opened his eyes, all he heard was beeping. He groaned softly, and instantly felt a hand on his head. He forced his eyes open, only to be greeted with the sight of a monster.

He'd never seen that particular one, either on earth, or in Tartarus, and so right off the bat, he knew he was seeing things. He knew his schizophrenia was acting up. But that didn't stop him from screaming.

Because knowing doesn't really stop you from believing.

"What's wrong with him?!" Sally cried in horror, as she was forced to watch the doctor's hold her son down as he thrashed, and screamed on the bed, while they tried to give him a sedative.

"I don't think this is caused by him cutting himself," Poseidon mused quietly, unable to tear his eyes away from his only Demi-God son, as much as he wanted to.

"Well then what could make him do this?" Annabeth whispered, just as Percy went limp, and the doctor's watched, to ensure he wasn't going to have a bad reaction to the sedative. Just before they left, one turned around, and walked over to Sally.

"Are you his mother?" he asked, giving Annabeth an unreadable look that she didn't like in the slightest. Sally took a shuddering breath, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face as she nodded.

"Yeah," her voice cracked, and she covered her mouth with her hand for a few seconds, before going. "Yes, I am."

"Do you have any other children?"

"Um, one. She's only a year old though. Why?"

"And Perseus is your biological son?"

"Yes, why are you asking me all these questions?" Sally demanded, and she felt tears start to fall down her face.

"Mrs. Blofis, there's a chance that your sons episode was caused by an untreated mental disorder, and I would like to get him tested. If he does have one, we will of course get him on medication, but there's also the chance that your daughter could get it as well."

"Why now though?" Annabeth asked, forcing the doctor to pay attention to her. "I've known Percy since he was twelve, and he's never talked about something like this."

"Yeah, I've known him a few months longer than she has, and I've never once seen an episode like this, unless he has a fever," Grover agreed. "Are you sure he doesn't have one?"

"No, we checked," the doctor said calmly. "His temperature is completely normal. This is caused by something else."

"When do you...when do you think he'll wake up?" Sally asked. She knew she sounded heartbroken, but this was her son. The last thing he'd done before shutting himself in the bathroom, was allude to the fact that Gabe used to abuse him.

"The sedative shouldn't last long, and should be out of his system in about an hour or two. But I want to have him tested while he's still unconscious, just so we can get him the medication he needs, as soon as possible."

"How do you know there's something wrong with him?" Annabeth asked. "Percy has pretty severe nightmares. Maybe that was just the problem."

The doctor nodded. "I agree, and there is a chance of that, but I don't want to risk anything. I'll go get the consent form."

With that said, the doctor left the room.

Percy wanted to wake up. He didn't even care if he would see that monster again. All he knew was that he hated what his mind's eye was showing him, and he wanted to wake up. But because of the sedative, he was trapped in his own personal, self created Hell, until they wore off.

"What's the matter, Jackson?" the blood covered version of Percy taunted, as he stood before the original, Riptide held in his hand, blood dripping off the blade. "Surely you're not scared of yourself, right?"

Percy narrowed his eyes, and forced himself to try and stay calm.

"Who are you?" he asked in a steady tone. "And what's happened?"

The area around him that was typically so colorful with one or two small dark spots was now a total ruin. Blood Percy laughed loudly.

"I am the voices in your head. And this? This is what's going to happen if you don't get me under control. I will destroy everything and everyone you love. And then, I'll destroy you."

"So I just need medicine, right?" Percy asked. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and knew it was only a matter of time before he broke down. When he was younger, before the war with Kronos, he never would have been that weak. But now? Tartarus had destroyed him more than Annabeth would ever understand. Now, he couldn't' even stand to look at himself in the mirror. Bloody Percy chuckled darkly.

"This isn't normal schizophrenia, Perseus. This is Thanatifóro pátima frenopathís. Fatal Touch of Unsound Mind. When someone is infected with this...they die with it. Hence the word, Fatal."

"I don't understand," Percy mumbled. Bloody Percy tilted his head back and laughed loudly.

"It's a disease, Jackson. Very few contract it, but when they do, they're as good as dead. Sometimes, it even makes them change the side they're on."

"What do you mean?"

"Seek out Luke Castellan," Blood Percy said, turning his back on Percy. "He's the only one who's ever survived it. If you don't want to die, find him. But dear boy, please. Don't rush to end our fun."

"But I don't understand how I contracted it. To get a disease, you have to be touched by someone who has it, right?"

"Not with every disease...but some," Bloody Percy confirmed. "When you were in Tartarus, that was one curse a monster bestowed upon you."

"But I've been hearing voices...your voice. Since I was eight years old."

"And who came into physical contact with you then?" Bloody Percy asked in a condescending manner.

"My mom, and Gabe, but-" Percy was cut off by his darker sides loud laugher.

"Then there's your answer," the clone said once he'd calmed down. "Gabriel Ugliano."

"BUt that means-" Percy cut himself off, but the other one seemed to understand.

"No. Your mother doesn't have it. It has no affect on Mortals."

"But Gabe was a mortal."

Dark Percy smirked, as he turned his back. "Are you so sure?"

Before Percy could ask what the nightmare version of himself meant, the version in question vanished, leaving Percy alone in the wasteland of his own mind.

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