Okay readers, I was watching The Shawshank Redemption the other day and became inspired. Enjoy!

(Annabeth narration) (Live action)

1. Welcome to Prison Half-Blood

There's a kid like me in every juvenile delinquent institution in America. I'm the person who can hook you up: a stick of deodorant, a pack of smokes, damn near anything within reason. Yep, I'm like the home shopping network. So, when Percy Jackson came to me five years ago and asked me to smuggle blue food coloring into the prison I told him no problem. Percy Jackson came to Prison Half-Blood for being a son of Poseidon; he was twelve years old, my age at the time. How he made it that long on the outside without being discovered, I don't know.

Annabeth leaned against a brick wall in the prison yard with about eight other demigods around her. They were all in their teens, and all wore orange prison jumpsuits. They watched as a white van pulled down the dirt road that lead from the outer gates into the compound. The van stopped, and the side door opened. A satyr wearing a prison guard uniform stepped out of the van followed by four kids with their hands and feet cuffed and chained. There were two girls and two guys, and they all four looked terrified and devastated. The kids stood in a single file line as the van was driven away by a hideous creature with eyes all over its body. The new kids followed the satyr down the dirt road which had a fence on either side separating it from the prison yard. The fence was lined with jeering and heckling inmates. Annabeth and her group stood back and watched as the new arrivals made the walk of shame.

"We taking bets today, AB?" a buff blonde guy asked Annabeth.

"What are you betting?" Annabeth asked him as she pulled a small notepad and pencil from her pocket.

"Drachma," he said. "Put me down for two."

"Okay, who's your horse?" Annabeth asked him.

"That wormy little bastard, very last one," he pointed.

"Oh, bullshit, I'll take that action," said a girl with spiky, black hair standing to Annabeth's left. "You're out some drachma, brother."

"Oh yeah, Thalia, if you're so smart, you call it," the blonde guy said to her.

"I'll take the ugly chick, first one," Thalia pointed. "Put me down for half a dozen."

Annabeth scribbled on her notepad then looked carefully at the guy who was third in line.

I admit I didn't think much of Percy the first time I saw him. He looked like he was about to cry. He was wearing nice jeans and a button down shirt. He might've been the most popular guy at his school, but here, prep would only get you a beating.

"What do you say, AB?" the blonde guy asked her.

"Preppy there with the silver spoon up his ass," she nodded toward the third guy in line.

"That guy?" a sharp featured guy standing to Annabeth's left said. "Not gonna happen."

"Ten drachma," she said confidently.

"That's a steep bet," a guy to her right with a scar on his cheek said.

"Who's going to prove me wrong?" she grinned.

Thalia nodded to take the bet.

"Thalia," Annabeth said as she scribbled on her notepad.

The blonde guy and the guy with the scar both raised their hands up to take the bet.

"Jason, Luke," she continued.

The kid with sharp features cleared his throat, and Annabeth raised an eyebrow at him. He nodded.

"Travis," she scribbled on the paper. "You guys are going down."

The four new arrivals were marched into a briefing room inside the prison and lined up side by side. The satyr stood guard as a tall man with curly brown hair and a thick beard walked up to the new arrivals. The tall man wasn't just a man, though. He was half horse and half man; the lower half of his body was that of a white stallion. The new arrivals were terrified at the sight. Obviously, none of them had ever seen a centaur before.

"This is Mr. Grover, captain of the guards," the centaur said pointing to the satyr. "I'm Mr. Chiron, the warden, and you are demigods, menaces to society. That's why you have been sent here. Rule number one: no fighting. Rule number two: no cursing. Rule number three: no sex. This is a coed facility, but I will not have babies being born in this institution, understand? The other rules you'll figure out as you go along. Also, beware your powers will not work inside this prison. There is a mystical barrier surrounding the entire facility to prevent it. Any questions?"

"How long do we have to stay here?" the last guy in line asked.

The satyr guard, Grover, walked up to the kid and backhanded him across the face nearly knocking him to the floor.

"You leave when you die, got it you sorry sack of shit!" Grover yelled at him.

The other three stood in shock, but didn't say a word.

"I believe in two things: discipline and the gods," warden Chiron said to them. "Put your faith in your parents…your ass belongs to me. Welcome to Prison Half-Blood."

Each of the four new prisoners was given an orange jumpsuit and bed linens then they were escorted into the cell block where all of the prisoners were in for the night. They were each put in a cell and then lights out was called.

The first night is the hardest by far. I remember my first night. It seems like a long time ago. I was seven years old when I was brought to Prison Half-Blood and I was absolutely terrified. When they put you in that little cell all alone and those bars slam shut, that's when you know it's not just a horrifying nightmare; it's real. Your whole life is stolen away in the blink of an eye and all you have left is all the time in the world to think about it. Most new fish go damn near crazy the first night. Some loser always breaks down crying for their mommy. The only question is: who's it going to be? It's as good a thing to bet on as any I suppose. The gang always goes fishing for first timers, and they don't quit until they reel somebody in. I had my money on Percy Jackson.

Thalia stood at her cell door leaning her arms against the bars. The entire cell block had come alive with chatter. The inmates had begun to heckle the new fish.

Thalia pulled a cigarette from her mouth and whispered, "Pst…yo, new girl."

The girl she had picked to break down was put in a cell only a few down from her.

"Hey," Thalia continued. "I know you can hear me. Now don't you listen to these jerks. This place isn't so bad."

The other inmates continued the taunting and teasing.

"Tell you what," Thalia said to her. "I'll introduce you around; make you feel right at home. I know a coupe of children of Ares who would just love to make your acquaintance, especially that ugly face of yours."

The new girl Thalia was taunting began to sob loudly, "I don't belong here."

"And we have a winner!" Jason yelled from his cell, and it echoed throughout the cell block.

"And it's the ugly bitch by a nose," Thalia laughed.

All of the inmates began clapping and chanting, "Fresh fish! Fresh fish!"

The girl was still crying, "I'm not supposed to be here. I want my mommy."

"I had your mother. She wasn't that great," a voice echoed over the chanting.

A door in the cell block slammed open, and the captain of the guards, Grover, walked into the cell block.

"What the hell is this happy horse shit?" Grover yelled, and the cell block quieted down.

"You just cursed. I'm telling the warden," an inmate said as Grover walked past his cell.

"You'll be telling him with my hoof up your ass," Grover said.

"You've got to let me out of here," the new girl cried as Grover walked over to her cell.

"What's the problem you two dollar hooker?" Grover asked her.

"Please," she begged. "I don't belong here, not me."

"I'm not going to count to three; I'm not even going to count to one. You will dry it up and shut your face or I will shut it for you!" Grover yelled at her.

She sniffled a few times, but didn't say another word.

"That's what I thought," Grover said.

Grover turned to the rest of the cell block and yelled, "If I hear so much as another peep in here for the rest of the night, I swear on the River Styx you will all visit the infirmary, every last piece of shit in here!"

Grover turned and walked out of the now silent cell block slamming the door behind him.

His first night in the joint, Percy Jackson cost me forty drachma. He never made a sound.

AN: This fic is a Shawshank Redemption/PJO mash-up/adaptation. It's based heavily on the film The Shawshank Redemption. I basically wrote it to combat writer's block.

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or The Shawshank Redemption.

-dmac