Percy's POV
I didn't know who these wannabe cosplayers were, but once we entered the heli-carrier, myself in handcuffs, an angry man with an eyepatch came barging up to us. He glared at me, but compared to my life, this was puppy eyes. I gave him a lopsided grin, and made my eyes hard as rocks. All of the people in my immediate vicinity, were frozen to their spots, left staring at my face. I laughed in surprise and humor, not knowing how well it would actually work. The pirate scowled at me once he freed himself from the 'trance'. "Take him to the rooms." The redhead nodded, face blank. I just followed her, slightly walking next to her so I wouldn't seem weak. I knew how this went, it may not seem like it, but I've learned a thing or two from being in the wars. By being reminded of them, I had to stop a wave of flashbacks. I still wasn't fully over them, so I could only semi-control my flashes, even in my thoughts. "Just follow instructions please. We don't want to hurt you." I internally scoffed. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of speaking, but I really wanted to tell her that I could see through her facade. She was just a scared child, turned scarred woman. Once we arrived at my 'room', she opened it and ushered me inside. When I saw the small gas canisters, I knew they meant to do something sinister to me. I looked around the room as the woman unlocked my cuffs, and saw that it was a normal cell room. A bed, a mirror, a sink, and tiny cameras. I smirked in my head. If they wanted to do something to me, then they shouldn't have given me the option of water. I walked over, and 'washed my hands'. Anyone who knew me, would see the small shine coming off of my skin, but I bet they couldn't. After I 'dried my hands' on my water-covered-self, I sat on the cot, keeping the water from being soaked up by the sheets, and waved at each camera, giving them my earlier expression (now named Hard-shine). I had learned this little trick in Tarta-there. I internally shuddered, being unable to stop the flashbacks. I probably looked like an old war veteran, oh wait, I am. I knew I had a dead look in my eyes as I went through how Annabeth and I fell through Tartarus, and then all of the seven, and every other camper of Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter died by monsters and Gaea's hands. I let my tears mix with the shield surrounding me as I huddled in the bed, letting Gaea kick me, monsters stab me. I felt all of the torture I had gone through in Tartarus, by every Titan, every monster, every memory, every reminder, for Annabeth. She was gone now, so was-. I was snapped out of the flashback by the smoke starting to pour out of the canisters. I just watched it, as it slowly rolled through the air. It was a thick white smog, and I slowed down my breathing until it was just around twenty-five beats per minute (26 bpm is the world record). This made my breathing slow down, so that my lungs took in less oxygen. It wouldn't be a while until I ran out of water, but I didn't want the oxygen to touch my skin, just in case, so I stood up and slowly walked over to the sink. The smog was fogging the cameras, as of now, so I used the sink's water to create an even bigger water-type skin. I knew the fog would clear up soon, and they would come in, so I moved back to the bed, laid down, and pretended to be asleep. I slowly made the water still in the sink disperse the smoke in the air, so that it was gone. The cameras cleared and they sent to people in. I dispersed the water on my body, but kept some in my nose and mouth, so I could slowly use that, just in case. The people cuffed me, and then roughly lifted me up. I was carried for a long time, most likely just down a long hall, and then brought to another room. They then cuffed me to the table, and sat me down in a chair. I heard the door slam shut, and I slowly lifted my head, like I was just waking up. The pirate must have bought it, because he came in a couple minutes later. He glared at me, and I just rolled my eyes. Seriously, if I don't fall for it once, I won't fall for it twice. He sat down casually, and he started interrogating me. "What's your name?" Please. You already know. After a few minutes, he asked me again. I didn't respond. "Alright. You've left me no choice. Tell me what your name is." He commanded it, sure of himself. I looked at him dumbly. He gained an astonished look, but hid it in under a millisecond. "Why aren't you answering me? You can talk. I won't take silence for an answer. We can do this the hard way or the easy way." I didn't even glance at him. He sighed, but a smile formed on his face. "We go the hard way then." Pirate guy stood up, and went to the door. He semi-opened it. "Thor what are you doing at this door?" I could tell Thor was going to be hard. How to contact him... How to contact him... Aha! I created a tiny bubble from the water in my mouth, and whispered into it. I made it say 'Please leave. I will be fine. High pain tolerance, remember?' I sent another, just to make sure he understood what I wanted. 'Don't tell anyone I'm your son either. That should stay a secret, they don't know of Greeks.' "I was walking to the new shawarma place Man of Iron was talking about." I could hear Pirate's sigh of frustration. "Fine. Go get Natasha. I need her in here." I heard Thor's acknowledgement, and Pirate closed the door again. He stood next to the door and waited until a series of knocks echoed on the metal door frame. Natasha walked in, who just so happened to be the redhead. I ignored her, she couldn't do anything to hurt me. "Hit, then break. Routine questioning." She gave an affirmative nod, and walked toward me.

Within reaching distance, she pounded my stomach with her first. "What's your name?" At my lack of answer, she slapped my face. "Your name?" Silence. Punch to the face. "Name?" Silence. Punch to the shoulder. "Name?" Silence. Kick to the shins. "Name?" Silence. Kick to the chest. "Name?" Silence. Kick to the groin. "Name?" Silence. Dislocated left shoulder. "Name?" Silence. Dislocated right shoulder. "Name?" Silence. Dislocated right leg. "Name?" Silence. Dislocated left leg. "Name?" Silence. Broken right arm. "Name?" Silence. Broken left arm. "Name?" Silence. Broken left leg. "Name?" Silence. Broken right leg. "Name?" Silence. Broken right hip. "Name?" Silence. Broken left hip. "Name?" Silence. Broken left ribcage. "Name?" Silence. Broken right ribcage. "Name?" Silence. Broken spine. That one hurt a little. "Name?" Silence. Broken nose. "Name?" Silence. Fractured skull. "Name?" Silence.

She sighed, falling to the floor. "I've never.... failed in.... torturing a.... man before...." She looked up to me, tears in her eyes. "So she finally breaks." I chuckle a little at her horrified look. "I knew you were hurting the second I laid eyes on you. You were tortured worse beyond belief as a child. But, you should push past those barriers, because I can bet you. The man who made you what you are today? The man who made your life a living death as a kid? That man wanted to see you suffer, even when you escaped his clutches. And what are you doing? Exactly that. Rise up. Be the beautiful woman you can be and not the scarred girl that you are now. You may have the skills, but you don't have the reassurance. Gain confidence, don't dwell on things in the past." She looked at me, slowly getting up to her feet. "You are wise. Why are you a terrorist?" I smiled kindly at her. "I am no terrorist. I'm stronger because I had to be, I'm smarter because of my mistakes, and I'm wiser because I learned." That doesn't mean I'm happy though. I chuckled to myself. "Miss Natasha, could you please throw me out of this thing?" She looked at me, her mask back in place. "I will have to check with the Director." I sighed. "The Pirate? I'll just do it by myself then. Come with me Nat." I slowly rose up from my chair, my bones cracking even more, some even shattering. Normally, this wouldn't work (at all), but because I was using the water in the air to move my body, I wasn't hurt. I had been put through magical torture, which meant that my pain tolerance would make it so that I only felt a little pain when severe damage was done. I was walking through the halls, everyone forgetting what they were doing, and following me, almost in a mindless state. What really happened was that their mind went into shock when they saw my mangled body moving, so, naturally, they followed me to wherever I was going, which was the jet runway. I wanted off this ship. No matter where it was or how damaged I am. I did not know my way around, but I used a type of echolocation to tell where it was, and the route that led straight to it. Once the doors were open, I walked out with almost everyone on board behind me. I knew Father Thor would find me, so I didn't bother telling him that I was leaving, don't get me wrong, I still wanted to, but it would compromise our situation. Once I reached the edge, with everyone shouting for me to stop, I silenced them with a hand raise. "Hello, strangers. You may be all thinking, why is this man so damaged, yet still standing? Or why is he about to jump off of this craft? Well, I will answer that in a second. I'm sure at least some of you know that I was kidnapped by your people under the accusation of being a terrorist. I laugh at those who think this is true. I have lead two wars that saved the world. Twice. And you all peg me as a terrorist? Please. Right now, almost every bone in my body is broken, ask Miss Natasha over there. Before I depart from this craft, because do not think that I will die. I want you to know hat you almost made an enemy out of me. Miss Natasha has saved all of you. But if you ever try to test me again, I will not hesitate to destroy you. Some of you will be like. Is he threatening us? No. I am making a promise. Thor and Natasha have saved you, so be grateful. I am to my friends, and they're dead. I still grieve and you ruin my one moment of true happiness. I must say, if you ever, ever try to talk to me again. Approach me like a friend, not a potential enemy. Because that is what I will then become. See ya later." I jumped off of the craft and fell to the water below. I smiled as the water engulfed me, like a mother finding her lost child. I let it in, let it heal me, and let it rejuvenate me. I smiled and sent my thanks to the ocean. Just because some of my fathers rule over it, does not mean that the ocean is just a thing. It has feelings just like me. I slowly let my eyes close as I drift to the sea floor.