Small warning before you read: This contains a bit of dirty talk, so... Yeah, just a warning.

I do not own Percy Jackson nor Heroes of Olympus, they belong to Rick Riordan.

Chapter Thirty-Three - Alyx

Surprisingly, even evil palaces had air vents.

She kicked off a register and crawled out, putting it back and then looking around, pulling out her map.

"Okay, so I'm near." She mumbled. She folded the map and headed down the hallway, arriving at tall double doors with weird flame looking designs and silver handles. She stretched, and then sunk into the shadows, coming out behind a pillar, peaking out.

Her breath caught.

Akira sat in a throne made of obsidian, gold, silver and bronze. He looked bored as he listened to the man giving him a report. To his left stood Rei. To his right sat Carlos.

Holy Hades.

He wore a similar costume that Princess Leia from Star Wars wore when she was slave to Jaba the Hutt, without the breast piece. Two pieces of cloth went down from his hips to his ankles, the side of his legs from the waist down exposed. A golden belt held the cloths together, the sides like beads, the plate pointed down. Golden bands were around his biceps, a red leather collar around his neck, connected to a chain, Akira holding the end. His skin looked smooth and shiny, hair in perfect curls and looking soft and shiny.

The only thing that ruined his appearance were the ugly brown chains around his wrists and ankles. He sat on his knees, staring at the ground, trying his best to keep himself covered up.

The man finished his report and left. Akira sighed happily, sinking back in his seat and tugging on Carlos's chain, using his left hand to stroke Carlos's cheek. Carlos looked away, biting his lip. Akira frowned, yanking on it hard, making Carlos gasp and reached his hands up, clawing at the collar.

"Come here, darling…" He hissed in his ear. "Since I haven't gotten a chance to take you yet and I'm waiting for Alyx to come, I might as well tease you a bit, hm? Would you like that, you little slut…?"

"N-No…!" He cried, his voice hoarse. Akira frowned and raised his hand to smack him.

"Hey!" She rolled out, shooting a ball of water at him and disgruntling him. "Get your hands off of him!" Akira coughed, letting the chain go and making Carlos fall back. He wiped his face.

"Well, well, well." He said, smirking. "She returns."

"Hell yeah I return!" She shouted, reaching for Riptide.

"No, no." A grin came to his face and he flicked his hand, chains breaking through from the ground and clamping around her wrists and ankles.

"It'd be a shame if you killed me again." He smiled sinisterly. "After all, if you killed me, there would be no use for the Gladiator Games."

"Gladiator Games…?" He grinned, walking down the stairs and approaching her.

"Yes, my dear Alyx." He purred. "You will see soon enough." He waved, two guards grabbing her arms, the chains connecting to the handcuffs disappearing, as well as the ones on her ankles.

"If you try anything, you will be punished." He smiled evilly and then turned to Carlos. "While I'm waiting for you to get prepared, I think I'll have a little fun with my pet." His blue eyes widened and he started to back up, but froze up.

"If you lay one hand on him, I swear to Zeus I will rip your head off!"

"Sire." Oh thank the gods. Rei was backing her. "I believe it'd be wise to wait until you have complete victory to play with him."

"But…" He frowned, looking at Carlos and pouting. "Fine. Prepare her." He said, waving at the guards. They grabbed her arms and took her away.

Alyx hated the stupid palace.

Sure, her inner Athenian was trying to break free and fangirl at the architecture, the colors and décor, the beautiful maid servants and nicely dressed guards.

She tugged on her chains.

The stone around you is Tarek Stone. It cancels out your powers.

Oh, that's nice.

I'm sorry, Highness… I did everything I could to stop him.

It's not your fault, Rei. It's mine- Wait, how are you talking to me?

Telepathic Magic. I can also see through your eyes with Clairvoyance Magic.

Okay, weirdo. Can you get me out?

There is a limited amount I can do… All you can do is to stay alive.

What are these Gladiator Games, anyway?

They are a game composed of different warriors to fight for drachmas and freedom. I don't know what he has planned, but you must stay alive. They are brutal fights and some of the champions are vicious and tear their opponents apart.

Okay… So try to stay alive and not get torn apart. Got it.

Highness, I'm sorry for this… I thought I could be a better advisor.

Nah. You are a good advisor. Don't worry, I'll kick him off the throne.

I have faith in you, Highness. Also, did you know this palace was made for you?

Oh?

Yes, it was built as soon as you were born.

I see.

Good luck, Highness.

They led her to a dungeon consisting of the same stone. They opened a cell door and pushed her into place, grabbing chains that were laying there and hooking them to her handcuffs, then grabbing ankle cuffs and chaining her to the ground.

"What? Am I in solitary confinement?" They ignored her, closed the cell door and left. She sighed, looking down at her handcuffs and fidgeting.

Alright, guess I just need to figure out a plan… She looked around. The walls were solid, the cell door made of thick bar. She looked at her appearance, sighing. Even if she could break free, how would she find the others? If they were in the same area, then she could probably track their body heat down, but she wasn't going to risk Carlos's life or... Well, innocence.

What should I do…? She closed her eyes and waited.

She opened her eyes to the door opening, about ten guards in front of her. The same two who had put her in the cell unchained her from the floor but kept both cuffs on.

"Come on." One said, pushing her back.

"Okay, okay. Calm down." She followed them down a long hallway, before taking a turn, leading to wooden double doors.

"You sure like double doors." She commented and got no reply. "No sense of humor, huh?" She blinked at one of the guards, who stared straight ahead. "Tough crowd."

An announcer came on over speakers.

"Welcome to the Gladiator Games!" The sound of applause and roaring came to her ears. "We have a very special treat for you all today!"

The guards took off her chains.

"Please welcome, granddaughter of Poseidon and Athena, daughter of the infamous Percy Jackson, Alyx Jackson!"

The doors opened to a colosseum like in Rome. They pushed her out and she covered her eyes from the blinding light.

That was weird. They were underground, so how was there light…? She looked around, her eyes landing on a cage with her friends. Bianca leaned heavily against Jasper, her side covered in blood, yet her wound was glowing blue. She was pale and panting. Harper and Isaac looked upset and embarrassed.

"You had one job." She mumbled. The doors behind her closed.

"Welcome, one and all to the Gladiator Games!" She looked up to see Akira on a balcony, his arms outstretched like he was greeting someone. "We have quite the treat, like the announcer said." A smirk came onto his face.

"Please welcome back to the Arena, Jorge!" The double doors across from her doors opened, a burly animal coming out. Half animal anyway. It looked like a man, but had the physique of a gorilla. It roared and barreled towards her.

"Oh, poop."

To Be Continued...