Growing Up In Tartarus: One Wrong Move

Chapter 2: I Meet An Old Friend, The Traitor!

Luke POV

I was just summoned by Lord Kronos, he told me that we had a new trainee. And guess who just had to be the one to train them? That's right; me.

So, I was on my way to the special speed-entrance to the Tartarus palace. The place always gave me shivers — there was no getting 'used to it'. When I arrived, I am met by a herd of monsters. But that's not what makes my eyes widen, and make my feet stop in their tracks. That would go to the fact that they were all bowing to someone that wasn't Kronos.

"All hail the Prince of Time, Perseus Jackson." I heard my master, Kronos, say. I stood there, too shocked to move, as I watched one of the many minions sneak up behind Percy while he was to confused and shocked to notice, then nock him out, catching him as he fell to the ground. I walked up to Lord Kronos.

"My lord?" I question. "Why is Perseus here?" He snapped his head over to me.

"That would be because I have claimed him as my apprentice, and you are to train him to the best of your abilities, to the point where he can beat you anytime in a spar." Lord Kronos explained. "When he comes to in his cell, you are to ask him if he accepts his position, and then you are to immediately inform me. Do nothing more. I would start walking to the dungeons, he is only supposed to stay under for no more than five minutes. We wouldn't want to keep him waiting, would we. (A/N Wow, way to many 'w' words there...) Get going. NOW!" Kronos yelled. I bowed before speed walking out. I started towards the dungeon, looking for his cell.

When I arrived, he was still out cold, shackled to the wall. But seemed to be slightly stirring. So I sat down and waited.

Percy POV 

I woke up, and once my eyes focused, I saw Luke standing over me. I looked up and tried to rub my eyes with my hands, but they wouldn't move. Neither would my legs. I looked at them. My eyes widened when I realized that I had been shackled to the wall.

"So, Perseus?" Luke said as a question. I didn't know what he meant.

"What- what do you mean? Why are you here? Where is 'here'?" I ask, my mouth running a mile a minute. Luke ignored my last two questions, but answered my first.

"Do you agree to be Lord Kronos' apprentice?" He asks. I shake my head vigorously.

"No way! Why would I?!" I yell at him. All he does is shake his head, then walk out, leaving me to hang on the wall. I sighed, knowing that I had probably just dug myself into a hole. This was going to be rough, wasn't it?

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Luke walked back in about half an hour later, smirking. I was immediately wary.

"What's got you so happy?" I ask irritably. This only makes his smirk grow. I shivered, but that had nothing at all to do with anything cold. I eyed him warily as he walked closer to me, pulling out a satchel that he had been holding behind him. He placed it on the table that was in the room, turning to me.

"Now, Percy, are you completely sure that you aren't going to accept the offer from Lord Kronos?" Luke asks in a sickly sweet voice. I nodded my head hesitantly. He gave me an evil grin, and I started to shake slightly. "Yes, Percy, you should be scared." My eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as I realized what he meant. I started to thrash against the shackles, saying "no, please no" again and again. He only laughed.

As he pulled out the 'toys' from the bag, I started to whimper, begging for him to not hurt me. "Please, Luke. Please don't do this. Please." I begged. He gave me a cruel, evil, and twisted smirk, his voice dripping with false sorrow.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Percy, but I must. My lord demands it, you see. And no one defies him." Luke emphasized, and I started to shake all over. I bit my lip as he grabbed something off of the table, I didn't see what, and came closer to me. In a futile attempt, I drew myself completely against the wall. Luke kept on coming, earning another whimper from me.

He lifted a dagger, and started to drag it across my chest, making me cry out, then he flicked it across my cheek, making me gasp. As I focused on these pains, Luke got ready to put all of his strength behind his next blow, even though I didn't know this. Then, with a huge thrust of his arm, Luke buried the dagger deep into my shoulder, making me scream in agony. He left it in my shoulder so that every time I move at all, I would be painfully reminded of it being there. Then, he left the room, giving me one last cruel, sadistic look, making me shudder before I remembered the dagger.

I keep crying out every time I move, my cries slowly turning into softer whimpers as I very slowly got used to the pain in my shoulder.

A while later, I'm not sure how long, from everything that has happened to me, I pass out from blood loss, pain, and hunger.

Why is my life so messed up?