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


10. Long Gone

As quick as he could, Percy tried to make the best of a horrid situation. Slipping the scalpel under his back, he laid down and put his arm back where it would be if his cuff were still attached to the bed. Neither of the ogres seemed to have noticed Percy's escape attempt. He turned over his left arm so the new cuts wouldn't be so obvious. Keeping his eyes closed he focused on getting more information from his captors.

Red and Agrios seemed deep in a conversation. Agrios was trying to make a point. "This is the best shot and you know it. Our resources can be used so much better in other places, not dealing with those demigods. Once our little puppet does his thing, the boss will get so much praise that we might actually be able to leave this place." His tone bubbled with anticipation.

Red seemed to be whimpering, unsure. "It only takes one mishap for everything to be ruined. What if you can't get the stuff down his throat?" He seemed to be searching for something wrong with this "plan".

"If he won't take it by mouth," he replied, "I'll inject him with it." He laughed, making Percy flinch. Both ogres stopped talking. Percy could tell they had seen him.

"Well, well, well." Red copied himself from last time Percy had been caught awake. "Someone's eavesdropping." With no point to faking anymore, Percy made eye contact. Both of them had a look that said "mentally unstable", and it put his teeth on edge.

Agrios waved his hand. "Might as well get this over with now. Sooner is better than later." He crossed to the table and picked up a bowl made of wood. Handing it to Red he asked, "Could you spoon some of the pot in here, Thoon?" Red-Thoon crossed over to the fire as Agrios turned to Percy. "Are you willing to drink a little soup for me?" He flashed a condescending smile.

Percy wouldn't, of course. "I'm not eating anything from you." Agrios grinned.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

Thoon came back with the bowl filled to the brim. "Here." He handed it to Agrios.

"Don't worry, godling." He sneered. "You'll change your mind soon." He lifted the bowl above his head, then began to slowly pour it over Percy's head and body.

The liquid reacted like acid. He could hear his skin bubbling as the mixture touched it. The pain was unlike anything he'd felt before. If you held up the sky while bathing in the Styx, you'd still only feel part of the pain he felt now. Percy couldn't help himself; he screamed like a dying banshee. His mind went completely blank, with only room to register the agony. He didn't see Thoon leave to refill the bowl. The sensation boiled down to the point where he could hear Agrios ask him again.

"Are you willing to drink my soup, little demigod?"

Percy grunted in effort to respond. "Never."

Agrios dumped the second bowl over his body. This time, it just intensified the feeling he already felt. His energy was instantly sapped, he barely had the strength to yell. He struggled to suppress the pain, and by the time it died down he could barely lift his finger or keep his eyes open.

"I bet you still don't want to drink my special soup. Oh, well. I'll just have to give you the vaccine." Agrios reached to the tray and picked up a hypodermic needle filled with a dark purple liquid. Percy tried to lean away, but simply couldn't muster the ability. Agrios plunged the needle into Percy's arm, pushing the poison into his bloodstream. Drawing it out, he smiled. "See?" He cawed. "That wasn't so bad." Then he moved to the tray again, setting down the needle and returning to the bedside. He began undoing the restraints on his hands and feet. "We don't need these anymore. Once you're crazy, I want you to be able to leave without interference."

Percy already was feeling different. It was a burning sensation spreading outward from the injection. It spread to his head, then seemed to pool there, burning a hole in his mind. The two ogres chuckled to each other as they left the room. I have to get out of here. He lie unmoving, trying to gather his energy while his mind slowly caved in. With one big effort, he pushed himself off the bed. Triumph was short, however, when he landed hard on his right side. Grunting, he worked to get into an army-crawl position. Slowly he pushed himself toward the door.

As he did, distorted flash-backs replayed themselves in his mind. He remembered back to the end of the Titan War, when Chiron stood up to his father, Kronos. Except, in his memory, all the people he knew began to fade. Nameless figures took their places, but he could have sworn he knew them. The more he thought about it, the more he thought he remembered these new people, and the more he forgot who was actually there. After the memory was fully changed, another took it's place and replaced faces and names of enemies and friends.

The process continued, and Percy became more confused and frustrated. His pain grew, and his anger grew with it. The worst parts of him- his hatred, his pain, his rage- destroyed his sensibility and turned him into a monster. By the time his mind was done with it's scramble, he was marching though the blackness, sword in hand. He screamed and yelled, insane in his irrational fury. The further he walked, the more enemies heard him. When the first one approached, Percy struck it down without hesitation. It didn't die, so he continued to attack the beast until it couldn't move any longer.

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