Shattered
Room Of Doom
Percy Jackson P.O.V
I could ignore the fact that my left eye was swollen shut. I could ignore that fact that my left index finger and my right ankle were most likely broken. I could even ignore the fact that I was in chains.
But I could not ignore the fact that as soon as I woke up, someone's knife was literally a centimeter away from my face.
My first instinct was to get away from the knife, but I soon realize that someone's standing behind me as well. My second reaction is something that always makes things seem better; sarcasm and false bravados.
"Hi," I say cheerily around my swollen tongue-- I must've bit it in the fight -- to the mystery-knife-wielder, as if I'm meeting up with an old friend.
He snorts. Then he-- very rudely, mind you -- kicks me in the chest. I gasp for breath, and smirk. I am not fragile. I could handle these guys... Once I was out of these chains.
The gaurd behind me chuckles and says, "Ariel is finally awake, Mark. You want to have some fun with the little mermaid?"
This voice is definitely female; high pitched and nasally. And, as a general rule, I prefer not to be compared to The Little Mermaid, or any messed up version of what goes on under the sea. Seriously, Triton is not the king of the ocean or whatever the heck he does.
Excusing the ADHD moment I had, I realize that Mark and the nasally girl are trying to drag me out of my cozy little stone chamber (Sarcasm, mind you).
Key word: trying.
I was starting to feel really proud of liking double cheese burgers so much.
Nasal grunts, "What have you been eating your whole life? Rocks?"
I just smirk and let them futilely try to pull me gods-knows-where.
Mark snorts. He does that a lot, I notice. He hefts me up, hits my head on the doorframe, and once again, I slip into then murkey darkness.
Mark P.O.V
After I accidently-on-purpose bang Perseus' head on the door, I carry him through the long winding corridors. I don't bother waiting for Chenille; her voice gets really irritating, even if she's my only friend.
Perseus mumbles through his unconsciousness. I notice he does this when he sleeps, because every time I go check on him he mumbles things along the line of, "Annabeth... Mrs. O'Leary... Mom..."
This kid is really weird.
Anyways, I need to get this kid to (what you call) the "Doom Room." This room is basically for questioning, and for giving consequences to those who don't cooperate with the Master.
While I was thinking, I didn't even notice that I've gotten to the room.
Ever so slowly, I open the door. It looks abandoned: spider webs, dust, and battered floor boards, and an out of style questioning table and chair.
Oh, and I almost forgot to mention! Several torture devices that were made specifically for Perseus Jackson.
I could ignore the fact that my left eye was swollen shut. I could ignore that fact that my left index finger and my right ankle were most likely broken. I could even ignore the fact that I was in chains.
But I could not ignore the fact that as soon as I woke up, someone's knife was literally a centimeter away from my face.
My first instinct was to get away from the knife, but I soon realize that someone's standing behind me as well. My second reaction is something that always makes things seem better; sarcasm and false bravados.
"Hi," I say cheerily around my swollen tongue-- I must've bit it in the fight -- to the mystery-knife-wielder, as if I'm meeting up with an old friend.
He snorts. Then he-- very rudely, mind you -- kicks me in the chest. I gasp for breath, and smirk. I am not fragile. I could handle these guys... Once I was out of these chains.
The gaurd behind me chuckles and says, "Ariel is finally awake, Mark. You want to have some fun with the little mermaid?"
This voice is definitely female; high pitched and nasally. And, as a general rule, I prefer not to be compared to The Little Mermaid, or any messed up version of what goes on under the sea. Seriously, Triton is not the king of the ocean or whatever the heck he does.
Excusing the ADHD moment I had, I realize that Mark and the nasally girl are trying to drag me out of my cozy little stone chamber (Sarcasm, mind you).
Key word: trying.
I was starting to feel really proud of liking double cheese burgers so much.
Nasal grunts, "What have you been eating your whole life? Rocks?"
I just smirk and let them futilely try to pull me gods-knows-where.
Mark snorts. He does that a lot, I notice. He hefts me up, hits my head on the doorframe, and once again, I slip into then murkey darkness.
Mark P.O.V
After I accidently-on-purpose bang Perseus' head on the door, I carry him through the long winding corridors. I don't bother waiting for Chenille; her voice gets really irritating, even if she's my only friend.
Perseus mumbles through his unconsciousness. I notice he does this when he sleeps, because every time I go check on him he mumbles things along the line of, "Annabeth... Mrs. O'Leary... Mom..."
This kid is really weird.
Anyways, I need to get this kid to (what you call) the "Doom Room." This room is basically for questioning, and for giving consequences to those who don't cooperate with the Master.
While I was thinking, I didn't even notice that I've gotten to the room.
Ever so slowly, I open the door. It looks abandoned: spider webs, dust, and battered floor boards, and an out of style questioning table and chair.
Oh, and I almost forgot to mention! Several torture devices that were made specifically for Perseus Jackson.
Notes
Yes, I know its not been a while, but ideas for this story have completely flooded me. There will be light Percabeth, but I'm not a big fan of really mushy... Anything.I hope you guys enjoy this chapter as you liked the last one! Thanks and enjoy!
~Deadpool
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympains
Please write moooore!
9/28/15