CH3: GRANTING A WISH

PREVIOUSLY:

"Hi." I said nervously to the figure that appeared. "Long time no see. Mom" She dint exactly looked pleased. "Jackson" said Sally what did I tell you about visiting me on a regular basis. She said coming closer and hugging me. I flinched at first but returned the hug. I am sorry mom, but this is the only way I could protect you from them.

NOW:

"I have been running errands for Lord Jupiter." I said to my mom who wanted to know everything that I was doing up till now. I dint want her to be at the receiving end at the hands of any immortal who wanted my blood.

"I will be leaving tomorrow at dawn. I have an appointment with a patient and have to be on time." My mother stopped asking me anything to do with studies after I became a psychiatrist with the help of my mentor- Apollo.

To think that him of people had that side. I had laughed at the thought of Apollo being able to understand people feelings but after some sessions and people were being helped out from their psychological trauma I had decided to achieve this goal.

One summer day I appeared out of the blue in front of my house carrying my doctorate in that field and mom was overjoyed that I was able to find myself a goal in life and that I could stand own my own two feet.

"Adamant…..jj….Jackson" my mom shouted bringing me back out of my musing.

"Can't you stay for another two days or until our marriage gets over?" Mom cried out tearing up. I could not look at my mom in this state. She was so vulnerable and weak. But I had made a resolution that until the present crises dies down no one close to me will be safe.

"I am sorry mom, but I have been away from work for quite some time. I can't ignore all my patients." I said desperately for her to stop crying. I felt my heart contract in pain, this felt so…foreign to me.

Paul placed his hands on my mom shoulder. She looked at him for support, but he just shook his head. "It's his choice, we should respect his wish that's the least we can do for him." I smiled at him and was happy mom found a guy like him to help her in this difficult situation.

I had called in my secretary who was actually a Nymph who I rescued. She would let me know if any patience would arrive and if there was an emergency- Some time patients may go to drastic actions just because they were not interested in life.

I give them the right path to move and a person to lean on with some dosage of medicine as well.

I helped my mom clear out the dishes and went back to my room which had been kept clean every time I arrived. They were some books that had been placed on the corner pertaining to guns; I shook my head at the place Paul would keep them.

I changed my clothes to more suitable ones for a good night sleep. I took out the pill Apollo had given me and threw one into my mouth drank a little water before falling asleep.

Dreams

Hell with all of this, I had physical scars all over my body. My muscles and bones ached from being dislocated. I was tortured and scorched to an extent where I couldn't even feel part of my body.

Tartarus…That firkin piece of trash. It was already time for another session with him. Though it was still amusing how after each time he was still unable to break me and always made the Telkhines create more torture instruments for the sick pleasure of his, Hades would have so loved to meet him.

Oh…the irony.

I grunted in pain when I felt a rib crack from being positioned and stretched across the wall. These guys were a serious bunch of masochist, but there were still monsters who where kind and peaceful like a group of Cyclopes.

The gods certainly had numerous enemies that would do anything to get their hands on any of their children's and I was struck smack in the middle of it for helping them.

…The huge iron doors rumbled and opened with small dusts rising across the floor, can that even happen. I taught torture places were sanitized. A figure appeared- he was wearing a Spartan style clothes. "It's time for another session," he smiled his forked tongue slithering out and liking his lips in anticipation.

"The least you could do was clean this filthy room… or put an air conditioner." I taunted to the monster which was cross between a snake and a lizard.

"Talk all you want…we will see who will be walking after the next one." He said laughing out loud… trying to unseat me.

"Oh…I am really scared…I shaking in my skirt as soon as I come in front of Tartarus." I croaked when he tightened the ropes holding me and applying more pressure. He opened my mouth forcefully and poured the Phlegethon liquid into my mouth.

It was healing all the wounds on me: external and internal. The spicy liquid was relaxing and soothing these days. I had grown accustomed to it. After being tortured they would come and pour the liquid and try it again until they felt otherwise.

"So, what is today? Is it bones shattering, skin tearing or…wait …its whiplashing…right? I enquired giddily.

"No…this is something new. I am sure you will enjoy it." He gloated.

"Sure bring it on…I am up for anything" I groaned has I fell flat on the ground. I got cuffed and dragged out of the cell. There were various sounds coming from different part of the cell. I ignored all of it as I was hauled to the exit. The first day I saw this, I felt disgusted and felt animosity to everything in this place and I graved for vengeance which I never did at anything, but I bolted everything in place for now.

…..

We reached the golden doors which lead to the main arena. You would be surprised at how clean the place looked. There were humans who actually kept it clean. I was surprised!

The crowd cheered as the door swung inward standing in the middle wearing a suite stood Tartarus grinning like a mad man. I shuddered at when I looked at his cold, hallow black eyes. Those endless pits fazed me beyond belief.

The crowd cheering had ceased immediately when he raised his hand. "Today!" His voice boomed, "The son of Poseidon will fight and if he survives will be granted a wish," something was really off about this, what are planning pit freak?

"With some conditions!" he looked at me smugly.

"And what are these so called conditions?" I snarled.

"You must fight bare handed and… the wish will not give you freedom," he replied

Black smoke rose around him until he was engulfed by it. The arena floor changed into a rocky surface, the balcony rose even higher splitting it into two parts and in the middle sitting on an obeisant throne was Tartarus. A huge door stood below him for other monsters to enter.

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