So, new story, and it's pretty sadistic and generally horrific. This is set during the Son of Neptune, where instead of cleverly tricking the giant, Percy gets kidnapped by Polybotes and Gaea instead. Yes, there are some direct quotes from the book and I do a disclaimer on them, but the general idea is mine. So, please review and here's chapter 1!

CONTAINES DARK THEMES. WILL GET DARKER LATER.

PERCY

Percy ran. He ran fast and hard, hurdling over obstacles and panting as a giant's roar echoed through Camp Jupiter. Polybotes. The anti-Poseidon charged after the sea-gods son, growling at the humiliation Percy had caused him.

"I will take you prisoner, Percy Jackson." Polybotes snarled. "I will torture you under the sea. Every day the water will heal you, and every day I will bring you closer to death. You will die slowly, that I can promise."

Percy opened his mouth to retort, something smart-alek like, "great offer", but he never got the chance. His waist was suddenly constricted as Polybotes fists closed around the demigod and lifted him into the sky. Percy's arms were pinned to his sides by the giant hands. Polybotes roared in triumph and the camp went silent, watching as their fellow camper and friend was swung through the air like a doll. Percy felt one of his ribs break, but he refused to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing him hurt, mainly the son of Gaea who was waving him around. Then Polybotes dropped Percy and the demigod hit the ground. And the earth moved. It curled over his ankles and stuck them to the dirt, the dust hardening into cement-like cuffs. Another arched over Percy's middle back, pinning him to the ground while the rest of the dirt swarmed into rainbow-shaped prisons around his wrists. Polybotes cackled, the sound travelling through the Fields of Mars. Every Roman ceased their fighting and turned their heads to see Percy Jackson raised off the ground by a pillar of rock, hard bonds holding his wrists and ankles. The sleepy face of a woman appeared in the shadow the pillar cast.

"See here, Romans," Her voice travelled all over the field. "The Greek son of Poseidon - god of the sea, your fellow camper, friend, and now my prisoner. The famous Percy Jackson, in my grasp at last."

Percy honestly didn't blame Gaea for gloating, but he could have gone without it. The Mother Earth continued her speech.

"Surrender now, little demigods, and you will die quickly and without pain. Continue to resist, and my children will have no mercy on you. They will take all the playthings they want. It will be a horrible death."

Some of the campers were mumbling with each other. Most looked defiantly at the shadow of Gaea. Reyna swooped down on Scipio.

"I think not, Earth Mother," the female praetor said, dismounting her Pegasus. "Romans fight until the end!"

She raised her sword. The army cheered and ran for Polybotes. Gaea's shadow disappeared. Then Percy felt a heavy and painful something hit him over the head. He swam into unconsciousness, the sounds of fighting sending him into adrenalin-pumped oblivion.

Percy blinked his eyes painfully, his vision blurry and uncomfortable. The image of a dark room pieced together until Percy realised he was in an underground stone cell. Dry air filled his lungs as he breathed deeply and blinked a few times. A roar came from outside his prison. Percy recognised Polybotes, and he sounded happy.

Percy scuffled his feet in front of him, trying to get them to obey him. He pushed his legs down and tried to stand, but something around his hands yanked him to the floor. He jiggled his arms behind him and received a heavy clanking noise in return. Chains. Shackles. Percy was trapped, badly. He figured he should be scared and horrified, but all he felt was anger. Anger at himself, anger at the gods, and he was especially cheesed with Hera, who got him into this whole situation. And postal rage was nothing compared to how he felt about Gaea. Gods, when he got out of there…

The massive door to Percy's cell opened and Polybotes stumbled in, grinning wickedly.

"Wow," Percy said, looking at the huge iron entrance. "And here was me thinking that thing was for decoration."

Polybotes laughed, and his loud voice reverberated in the stone room.

"Oh, I am glad, son of Poseidon, that you have not yet lost your spirit."

"Uh, thanks."

The giant grinned crazily, bloodlust glinting in his eyes.

"It will give me all the more satisfaction tearing it apart until you are begging me for death."

Percy rattled his chains, frowning.

"Yeah, not really following on the whole 'tear apart your spirit' thing, big guy."

Polybotes leaned in to the demigod. His teeth displayed the remains of his last meal.

"I know you are, Jackson. You understand what has happened. You know that Gaea is going to rise soon, and your blood will bring her back to the earth. But she has promised me my revenge, and I remember promising you this day would come."

Percy swallowed, because he did know. He just didn't know that today was the day. He saw the knife glinting in the monsters sheath, the hilt shaped like a trident. The anti-Poseidon. Well, killing the sea gods' son is definitely anti-Poseidon stuff.

Polybotes pulled out the blade with astonishing delicacy. Then he swiped it through the air and pain rippled from Percy's cheek as a deep cut formed in the wake of the knife. Blood trickled down his chin and dripped onto the floor and Percy barely held back a yelp. Polybotes struck again, making a long and thin slice from Percy's right collarbone to the left hip. His body screamed as the giant came again and again, sometimes cutting deeply, other times lightly. Then the anti-Poseidon stepped on Percy's ankle. A snap echoed through the chamber and the demigod yelled as the broken bone punctured his skin and oozed crimson onto the floor. Percy crumpled to the side, shivering as his hundreds of wounds stung fiery hot. They were everywhere, so no position was without pain. How long had he endured this? An hour? More? Percy didn't know, but he wanted it to stop. Polybotes snickered, finally putting away the now stained knife. He leaned forward again, until he was right in Percy's pale face.

"If you try anything with the water Percy Jackson, I will come back before it has healed you and make you wish you hadn't been born, got it?"

Percy nodded and swallowed, his mouth full of blood from his broken ribs. The giant swaggered out of the room, humming, before pulling a leaver just outside the huge metal doors and unleashing a tsunami of salt water into the cell. The water made the cuts sting a thousand times worse than earlier, before it finally settled and realised that Percy was a son of Poseidon and began healing him. Percy's cuts faded and the scars were wiped away. His broken ankle and ribs reset and connected again. He swallowed the salty water to fix the internal bleeding until Percy felt better again. Well, his body did. His mind was still shaken up at the memory of the pain and the knife and broken bones. He knew that Polybotes hated him, but he didn't realise he hated him enough to actually mean what he said.

Percy tried to relax into steadily breathing under water as the salt liquid channelled slowly out of the cell through the little shower drain in the centre. He got as comfortable as someone in his position could be, rearranging his manacled hands to keep the blood pumping through them. Then Percy's head drooped and he fell asleep under the water inside a stone cell, awaiting new horrors for tomorrow and not knowing if he would even live long enough to endure them.