Piper's POV

"I'm afraid he's comatose." Bruce said. Hearing those words Annabeth got up and bolted. I started to follow her, but Jason held out a hand to stop me.

I turned to look Wanda, a wild fury burning in my eyes. This was all her fault. If she had just heeded Annabeth's warnings, none of this would have happened.

Wanda looked extremely guilty and I almost felt bad for her. Almost. I stormed over to her, backing her against the wall.

"What did you see?" I growled. Her lip quivered. "I-it w-was horrible. All of it. All his fears. H-he was being tortured by this horrible man. A-and the place was like a scene of hell."

I felt a shiver run down my spine. I felt hot tears on my cheeks. So that's what happened. Oh my gods. Why didn't they tell us? I couldn't help but admire Percy even more. If that had all really happened, how could he still joke and smile? I looked Wanda right in the eye.

"That's the thing," I said, "They're not just fears. They're memories."

"And those things you saw? Because of you, he's reliving them over and over. He's suffering, stuck in his own mind, because of you."

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Percy's POV

Tartarus liked to play a little game he called Dagger or Whip. It was like his version of Truth or Dare. It was horrifying.

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Annabeth's POV

I sprinted to the infirmary. Once I was there, I had to hold back a sob. A coma? Seriously? What has he done to deserve any of this?

Bruce walked in and started talking to me. "His brain and body aren't shutting down, and his brain waves are active, so he's not expected to be in a coma for an extended amount of time, but I can't predict exactly when he'll wake up."

"Thanks Bruce. How's Wanda?" I asked. "She's doing better now. Got a little scared I think." He said looking at Percy. The way he studied Percy in awe, I could tell that he was surprised something a teenager saw and experienced, could've shaken Wanda so badly.

That gave me a little shock back to reality. The things that scared Percy were still going on in his head right now. He can't afford to be comatose for much longer or he could go insane.

I told Bruce this and he studied me while searching for an answer. "We could have Wanda try again." I started to protest but he held up his hand and continued. "She's seen the horrors already, she would be prepared. Now she could focus on getting him out."

I considered and eventually decided it was worth a shot. "Okay." I said. "Alright, I'll go get her and inform the others of the plan."

He walked out of the room and I took Percy's hand and kissed his forehead.

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Percy's POV

Pain. That's all I felt. But as long as they weren't hurting Annabeth, I wasn't going to complain. I was slightly aware of Annabeth screaming my name from across the room where she was tied to a chair and forced to watch.

I tried to focus on her voice as the whip dug into my skin again and again. I never screamed.

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Wanda's POV

I felt horrible for what I had done. I need to realize people's boundaries. If they don't want me in their head, I need to restrain myself unless it's absolutely necessary.

I know I just made things worse, and I know I deserve the looks the demigods are giving me. Bruce walks in the room with news and all attention is suddenly on him.

"Wanda, are you ready for another trip in Percy's mind?" He asked. Immediately the demigods started to protest.

"I discussed this with Annabeth and she approves. Wanda come with me." He said. I followed him out of he room.

"We think you should be better prepared now, and you could focus on leading Percy out of his flashbacks. Do you think you could do that?" He asked. I nodded.

We arrived at the infirmary and I saw Annabeth sitting next to Percy and a fresh wave of guilt washed over me. This was my fault.

I took a deep breath and sat on Percy's other side. I positioned my hands near his head and entered his mind.

It was a dark and depressing environment. Then the world spun around me and the bland colors started to form a picture. I was in a place with a blood red sky and toxic air. Tartarus.

The name popped into my mind and I knew that's where I was. To my right, was a building that looked straight out of a horror movie. Screams echoed from inside and I knew that was the way to go.

I entered the complex and raced down hallways, following the sound of the screams. The walls were made of cement and covered in blood stains. There were open doors with various torture chambers and torture devices that would give anyone nightmares.

Some doors were closed, with muffled screams echoing, but I knew they were not the screams I needed to trace.

I ran further and came to a closed door. A girl was screaming in protest of something. I swung the door open and the scene before me brought chills to my spine.

Annabeth sat chained to a chair on the far side of the room. She was screamed and thrashing, desperate to break her bonds. On the other side of the room, I saw Percy.

His shirt was in tatters on the floor in the corner and there were scars and open wounds covering his body. His skin was pale and he looked weak. His hands were tied to a thick wooden pole as someone whipped him mercilessly.

But his eyes. I started to cry. I saw a shattered boy no older than seventeen who just wanted to go home. He wanted to end it all. Why did they have to torture him? If they must, just get it over with. These were the thoughts running through his head.

The pleas for death were so easy to get caught up in, I almost missed the other more hopeful thoughts.

I saw the way he looked at Annabeth. He smiled at her with such love it made my heart ache. My Wise Girl, he thought. He was taking double, triple torture just so they wouldn't hurt her.

To him, keeping her safe was all that mattered. He would've sacrificed himself in a heartbeat to keep her from harm. And I knew then that they are the perfect definition of love.

Love hurts like hell, but it's a beautiful thing too. I felt all of that, just watching the scenes unfold.

He winced when he was struck again, but didn't make a sound. He wasn't going to give his captor the satisfaction. He was struck again and he whimpered.

This caused Annabeth to sob again. Percy closed his eyes, letting a single tear fall. It hurt him even more than the torture to know that he was hurting his wise girl. She was in pain because he was in pain and it broke his heart.

I turned my attention to the captor. He was a stunning twelve feet and his voice echoed and reverberated, like was everywhere at once.

Terrifying armor covered his chest. Souls of the damned struggled to break free, in eternal torment. But that wasn't even the worst part.

His face was like a swirling void of darkness; an endless void of fear and terror. But his eyes reflected hell. They were a dark crimson color that shone with blood and fire. They held a kind of madness and a sadistic lust.

I turned back to Percy and tried to get his attention. I belt down next to him and spoke quietly. "Percy, look at me. You need to come with me. We need to go now."

"I-I can't leave my Wise Girl." He said stubbornly. The whip came down again and he almost screamed, but bit his lip hard to stifle it. I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere with this conversation and I couldn't stand to watch any where. I need a new plan.

"I'll be back." I whispered and exited the room. Behind me I heard the horrible man say, "I'm getting tired of the whip. What should I use next?"

I snapped back to reality and realized I had been crying. Annabeth and Bruce looked at me, their faces full of concern. I didn't even try to hide it, I just wept. Annabeth wrapped me in a hug. "I'm so sorry." I whispered to her. She didn't say anything in return. She didn't need to.

I explained my plan and she nodded grimly. I rested one hand on Percy's forehead and one on Annabeth's. In order to get Percy out, Annabeth needed to do it. She had said earlier that only she could wake him up from these horrible flashbacks, and she was right.

I sent Annabeth into Percy's mind.

She sat again in the chair across the room, but this time she had the power to break free. She calmly approached Percy and brought out her knife, cutting his bonds. She smiled warmly at him and held out her hand.

He took it gratefully and stood up. He wrapped her in a hug and kissed her passionately. I cried some more. I never get this emotional when I enter someone's mind, but here I am. Percy's horrors have brought me to my knees.

Annabeth took his hand again and led him out of the building.

I opened my eyes and smiled. Annabeth was crying silent tears as Percy leaned into her, silent sobs racking through him.

"Thank you." He said, looking straight at me. Somehow I knew that the flashbacks would go away for awhile.

I slipped out of the infirmary and headed back to the Avengers area. Everyone was waiting anxiously when I walked in. Jason jumped up. "Did it work?" He asked. I just nodded, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"What's wrong?" Steve asked. "I-I saw some horrible things. But some truly beautiful things as well." I answered between sniffles.

I smiled weakly and spread my arms towards Steve. He came forward and gave me a much needed hug. The demigods smiled at me, gratitude showing on their faces.

I took a deep breath. No more crying. I was suddenly exhausted and tired. I felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. Sometimes it's good to just have a good cry. I headed to my room and slept til dinner.

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Wow that was a very intense chapter. I packed a lot of stuff in there. Please vote and comment and tell me if I hurt your feels. Hope you enjoyed. Love you so much demigods:)