Percy Jackson's fall into Tartarus

This story is for Heroes of Olympus fans, who like Percy as the focus character. I thought up this story to entertain fans while they wait for the House of Hades to come out. Spoiler Alert! If you haven't read The Mark Of Athena, then this story will give away the ending. This is my first story, so please give me feedback to improve! I do not own any characters or content. All content belongs to Rick Riordan. Cover art belongs to fbcdn.net.

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9. Desperate Measures

Percy struggled to gain consciousness. He couldn't force his arms or legs to move. It was like water was slowly pouring over his head, and he was slowing getting mobility back in his body. His eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the dim light of the room. Room? There were four walls and a ceiling in a rectangle shape around him, with gaps close to his right and across from him on the left that must have been doors. On his left, there was a table with a tray on it. At the far end of the room, a hearth was roaring with flames. Looking down, he realized he was pinned to a bed with wrist and ankle restraints. It wasn't so much a bed as it was a hard surface on legs, but the restraints were exactly what they sounded like. Restricting.

Footsteps became audible from the door on his left. From it emerged a monster not unlike the ogre that had held him before he lost consciousness. It's voice sent goose bumps up Percy's spine as it addressed the room, "How much closer are we to being ready?" He was gazing toward the fire, and hadn't seen Percy yet. Over by the fire, he nearly leapt out of his skin as a lump he hadn't noticed before stretched towards the ceiling. It was another ogre, excepting this one had greenish skin, whereas the other had red. I'll call them Red and Green. Unfortunately, it was hardly the time for joking.

"We're almost there. However,  I need more Greek fire for the pot. These flames simply aren't hot enough." This voice was deeper and somehow darker than Red's was. At Green's complaint, Red turned to leave the room, but stopped dead when he saw Percy.

"Well, well, well." He grinned. "Look who's up!" Red began walking toward Percy menacingly. Green turned and followed. Percy had no idea what to do. He had no hope of getting out of the braces without a blade, and his hand couldn't reach far enough into his pocket to use Riptide. With no options, he waited for them to reach to him.

Green sniffed in his direction. "We have no time for this. I have a poison to brew. Just knock him out with something." He then went over to the corner to Percy's left and began examining the tray, possibly for a tool to "knock him out" with.

Red smiled, and assured Green, "I'll just give him a hook." He turned to Percy. "Sleep tight."

Percy attempted to stop them. "Why am I even here?" Grinning ear to ear, Red balled his fist and brought it right up against Percy's temple, exploding stars in his vision.

* * *

The next time Percy woke up, he had the sense to keep his eyes closed. He tested his restraints again as slowly as he could, but all four leather wraps were tight and secure. He listened as carefully as he could, and heard the fire sparking. Over top of that, he could hear Green talking with Red on the other side of the room.

Red's voice was raised and angry, "I need to be sure of the affects, Agrios! If one thing goes wrong-"

Green, or Agrios, interrupted with barely controlled calm. "It will work. He'll end up wanting to kill every one of his little friends. That I can be sure of." He huffed, exasperated.

What is he talking about? They couldn't be talking about Percy, but who else would they be talking about? He would never lay a hand on his friends. He put extra effort into slowing his breathing; it was necessary to hear this conversation. Red piped up again, still uncertain, "I need to know how severe it will be, and when it will wear off. If it's not precise, the boss will have my hide."

Agrios sighed in frustration. "His memories will be re-made. His friends faces and names will be replaced with ones that he doesn't know. His enemies will be replaced with his friends." He paused for breath and affect. "He'll hate them the moment he sees them. However, I cannot be sure if the original enemies will be forgotten or not." He grunted and shuffled his feet.

Red growled. "Fine. You said you needed a last ingredient? We'll go fetch it, and stop to tell the boss on the way back." His footsteps echoed as he crossed the room.

"No!" Agrios yelled. "I don't have time for that. I have no less than eight minutes to get that ingredient in. I will talk to the boss after I finish up the procedure." He marched from the room as if all was settled.

Red obviously wasn't happy with that answer. He ran after him calling, "That is unacceptable! What if it doesn't react properly?" They continued arguing until they were out of earshot.

Percy let his eyes open to slits. Glancing over the room, it seemed empty. He sat up and looked around. He pulled at his restraints, but they only allowed his hands and feet to move a few centimeters in any direction. All at once, he realized he had no idea what to do. He couldn't get to his sword, so he couldn't cut his cuffs. If the ogres were having a real conversation, then he was going to end up wanting to kill his friends and possibly replace them with his enemies. What can I even do about it? He searched the room, desperately looking for a way out.

On the side table, the tray still sat with tools on it. Percy stretched as far as he could to look. It was a tool kit for a typical surgeon. There were many sharp objects that might be able to cut his bonds, but the scalpel was his best bet. It had the sharpest blade. His hand was way too far from the table, so he reached over with his head. He worked to bite the handle of the tool, and once he finally got it in his teeth he dropped it down next to his right hand. Snatching it up, he began working one-handed on the cuff. All it was now was a race against the clock.

He continued his efforts, but he knew he wasn't making enough progress. The scalpel was working, but too slowly. He still had half a centimeter to go when he heard the voices of Agrios and Red returning. Panicking, he sliced back and forth, and by the time it cut through, they were just outside the door. He held back the wave of failure that threatened to consume him, and tried to think. Annabeth, I'm so sorry. Just like that it came to him. He reached over and carved letter after letter into his left forearm, making sure it was so deep it's scar would never fade. His captors entered the building right as he finished her name.

ANNABETH

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