As we ran through the left corridor something, definitely not human, was definitely after us. After about a hundred yards a huge boulder completely blocked our path.

"Tyson can you-"

"Yes!" he slammed his shoulder against the boulder so hard that it shook the whole tunnel. Dust fell from the rock ceiling.

"Hurry! Don't bring the roof down but hurry!" Grover said. After about the third hit to the boulder it gave way with a horrible screeching sound. Tyson pushed it into a small room and we hurried through.

"Close the entrance!" I said. We all got on the other side of the boulder and pushed. Whatever the heck was chasing us screamed in frustration as we pushed the rock back into place.

"We trapped it," Percy said, relieved. But I shook my head as I turned around, away from the boulder.

"We trapped ourselves," everyone else turned. We were in a cement cube and in front of us were metal bars. 

Everyone looked at everyone, confused.

"What in all the gods?" Annabeth muttered as she tugged at the bars. Of course, they didn't budge. Through the bars we could see rows and rows of cells in a ring around a dark courtyard.

"A prison," Percy said. "Maybe Tyson can break-"

"Shh," I held up my hand. "Listen," Above us was sobbing, echoing against the walls. There was another sound with it: a raspy voice muttering... something. The words sounded strange.

"What's that language?" Percy asked. Then Tyson's eye widened.

"Can't be,"

"What?" I looked at him. He grabbed two bars at the cell door and bent them wide enough for him, and the rest of us, to get through.

"Wait!" Grover called. But Tyson didn't wait. Instead, we had to run after him. The prison was dark, with only a few lights flickering above at the high ceiling.

"No way. Is this... Alcatraz?" I asked and looked at Annabeth.

"You mean the island near San Francisco?" Percy asked. I nodded.

"Yeah it is. My school took a field trip here," she nodded. "How'd you know?" she asked me.

"Remember when I told you guys my mother and I went to Vegas right before we traveled to New York?" everyone, except Tyson who was still fixated on the noises above, nodded. "Well during those travels we went to San Fran and ended up visiting this wonderful prison," I explained briefly, playing with my three-stoned ring.

"Freeze," Grover suddenly warned. But Tyson kept walking. Grover grabbed his arm and pulled with all his might. "Stop Tyson! Can't you see it?" he whisper yelled at the Cyclops. I looked to where he was pointing. On a balcony on the second floor, across the courtyard, was a monster. But not a typical monster, oh no. Of course not. But, as always I recognized it.

From the waist up it had a woman's body. But below it, they had a body of a dragon, at least twenty fee long, black with scales and enormous claws with a barbed tail. Her legs consisted of hundreds and I mean hundreds of vipers darting around, constantly looking for something for its meal. The woman's hair was also made of snakes, reminding me of Medusa. At her waist was the most interesting part of the monster. It kept morphing, the skin bubbling as heads of animals popped in and out of view: a wolf, bear, lion, you name it. And of course, having a dragon body, she had wings. I slowly lowered my right hand into my pocket, gripping Bluetide.

"It's her," Tyson whimpered.

"Get down!" Grover ordered. We crouched in the shadows, but the monster wasn't looking at us anyway. It seemed to be talking to someone on the second floor, a prisoner in a cell.

"What's she saying?" Percy asked. "What is that language?"

"The tongue of the old times," Tyson trembled. "What Mother Earth spoke to the Titans and... her other children. Before the gods," he explained.

"You understand it? Can you translate? Please?" I asked gently. He closed his eye and began to speak in a raspy woman's voice.

"You will work for the master or suffer," Annabeth shuddered at that.

"I hate when he does that," Like all Cyclopes, Tyson had this superhuman hearing and an uncanny ability to mimic voices. His imitations are straight up scary, no one would know the difference.

"I will not serve," Tyson continued in a deep, wounded voice. Then he switched back to the monster.

"Then I shall enjoy your pain, Briares," Tyson faltered at the name a sad crack in his voice. Then he continued in the monster's voice. "If you thought your first imprisonment was unbearable, you have yet to feel true torment. Think on this until I return,"

Then the freaky dragon/snake woman walked toward the stairwell, vipers hissing around her legs. She spread her wings and leapt off the catwalk and soared across the courtyard. We crouched lower in the shadows, me using my power from Hades to help out with that. A hot wind beat against my face as she flew over and disappeared around the corner.

"H-h-horrible," Grover shuddered. "I've never smelled any monster that strong,"

"Cyclopes' worst nightmare," Tyson muttered. "Kampe,"

"Who?" Percy asked.

"Every Cyclops knows about her. Stories about here scare us when we're babies. She was our jailer in the bad years," Both Annabeth and I nodded.

"I remember now. When the titans ruled, they imprisoned Gaea and Ouranos' earlier children: the Cyclopes and the Hekatonkheires,"

"The... the what?" Percy asked.

"The Hundred-Handed Ones," I answered. "They're called that because... well the name speaks for itself. They were elder brothers of the Cyclopes,"

"Very powerful," Tyson nodded. "Wonderful! As tall as the sky. So strong they could break mountains!"

"Cool," Percy said. "Unless you're a mountain," he added, sarcastically, promptly making me smack his arm.

***

We decided to check out the cell that held Briares. When we got a first glance, I honestly didn't know what I was looking at. Everything about him seemed normal, except for the fact that he was a bit bigger than the average human and his upper body. His chest held more arms than I could count, all in rows around his body. Te arms were normal arms but there were so many of them that his chest looked like spaghetti. Several of his hands were covering his face as he sobbed.

"Briares!" Tyson fell to his knees. "Great Hundred-Handed One! Help us!" Briares looked up. HIs face looked sad and had a crooked nose and bad teeth. He had deep brown eyes with no whites or pupils.

"Run while you can, Cyclops," he said, miserable. "I cannot even help myself,"

"You are a Hundred-Handed One!" Tyson insisted. "You can do anything!"

"I cannot," Briares replied while wiping his nose. "Kampe is back! The Titans will rise and throw us back into Tartarus,"

"Put on your brave face!" Tyson demanded. Immediately his face morphed into something else. His eyes stayed the same but everything else was changed. He had an upturned nose, arched eyebrows and a forced smile, like he was trying to act brave. But then it morphed back into the previous face.

"No good," he said. "My scared face keeps coming back," And Tyson kept going, trying to persuade the Hundred-Handed One to break free of his prison. But every time, he kept going back to the fact that Kampe would straight up send him down to Tartarus, no questions asked, if he didn't follow her commands. 

"One game of rock, paper, scissors," Percy suddenly blurted out. "If I win, you come with us. If I lose, we'll leave you in jail," he negotiated. Both Annabeth and I looked at him, bewildered, as I raised a hand instinctively to smack him in the back of the head.

"I always win rock, paper, scissors," Briares said.

"Then let's do it! Here and now!" Percy pounded a fist against his palm three times, Briares doing the same with all hundred hands. At first I thought Briares would definitely win but then, thinking back to my younger days, I remembered Percy's secret 'weapon'. Briares came up with closed fists, pointing index and middle fingers, along with open hands.

"I told you," he mumbled. "I always-" he faltered, staring at what Percy made. "What is that you made?" he asked.

"A gun," he answered as I rolled my eyes. "A gun beats anything,"

"That's not fair,"

"I didn't say anything about fair. Kampe's not gonna be fair if we hang around any longer. She's going to blame you for ripping off the bars. Now come on!"

Briares sniffled as he muttered, "Demigods are cheaters," We all began to make our way down when Tyson froze. A chill ran up my spine as a single snarl made it's way up to the balcony.

Kampe was on the ground floor.

***

"The other way," I ordered. We bolted down the catwalk and this time, Briares was happy to follow us. He sprinted out front, all hundred arms waving in a panic. Behind us, there was a sound of giant wings flapping with Kampe taking off. She hissed and growled in the ancient language but I think we all knew she wanted to kill us. We scrammed down the stairs, through a corridor and past a guard's station... and into another block of prison cells.

"To the left," I said, remembering when my mother and I came down here for the tour. We burst outside and found ourselves in the prison yard, surrounded by security towers and barbed wire. My eyes first settled in the north, over what had to be Mt. Tamalpais with huge storm clouds swirling the peak.

"It's even worse," Annabeth muttered, gazing to the north. "The storms have been bad all year but that-"

"Keep moving! She's behind us!" Briares yelled. We ran to the far end of the yard, away from the cell block.

"Kampe's too big to get through the doors," Percy said, hope in his voice. Then the walls exploded.

"Aaaand you just jinxed it," I looked at him.

"Shut it and keep moving!" he growled at me, annoyed. Kampe was holding two swords, long bronze scimitars that glowed with a dark green aura with wisps of vapor coming off of them. And me, of all people, recognized that specific aura from a mile away.

"Poison! Do not even think of touching those swords or-"

"You die?" Percy guessed.

"Eh. I believe you turn to dust first... then you die," I said.

"Yeah about that... let's avoid the swords," Percy decided.

"Briares, fight!" Tyson said. "Grow to full size!" But instead, he seemed to shrink even smaller. And his face looked absolutely terrified. Kampe stomped toward us on those dragon legs with hudreds of snakes slithering around her body. At first I wanted to draw my Bluetide but then Annabeth suggested something even better: "Run," And I had to agree. There was no way in the Underworld that we could fight her. So we took off, out the gates of the prison with Kampe right behind us. Mortals screamed and fled, emergency sirens beginning to blare in the distance.

At the wharf there was a tour boat unloading. The new tour group of visitors' faces went from happy to immediately shocked/freaked/straight up horrified. And I honestly had no idea what they saw through the Mist but I think it was enough to send them screaming.

"The boat?" Grover suggested as an escape plan.

"Too slow," I said.

"Back into the maze. Only chance," Tyson agreed.

"We need a diversion," Annabeth said. Tyson ripped a lamppost out of the ground. "I will distract Kampe. You run ahead,"

"I'll help you," Percy immediately spoke.

"No," Tyson shook his head. "You go. Poison will only hurt Cyclopes. A lot of pain but not enough to kill,"

"You sure?" I looked at him, worried.

"Go brother, sister. I will meet you inside," with a heavy heart I nodded at him and grabbed Percy's hand having to pull him, along with Briares. I didn't look behind me, not wanting to see a battle that would only result in me breaking down. And no one needed that. We all dashed back into the jail yard.

"Can't make it," Briares wheezed.

"Tyson is risking his life to help you!" I yelled back at him.

"You will make it!" Percy added.

When we reached the door of the cell block, an angry roar resounded behind us. Curiosity got the best of me and I glanced behind us to see Tyson running at full speed, Kampe right behind us.

"Hurry!" Annabeth and I shouted. We finally found the cell where we came in, but the back wall was completely smooth: no boulder... nothing.

"Look for the mark!" Annabeth yelled.

"There!" Grover touched a tiny scratch and it became a Greek Delta: ∆. The mark of Daedalus glowed blue and the stone wall moved aside. Too slowly. Tyson was running into the cellblock, Kampe's swords lashing out behind him, sicing throuhg the cell bars and stone walls. Percy pushed Briares inside the maze then Annabeth, Grover and, finally, me.

"You can do it!" I heard him yell. But looking over his shoulder I could see that Tyson couldn't with Kampe gaining. She raised her swords.

Percy slapped his wristwatch and it spiraled into the bronze shield I always saw in our cabin. I quickly summoned a fireball and sent it right with the frisbee-like shield. Both the fire and shield hit her in the face, leaving her dazed and ablaze. But that kept her out long enough for Tyson to dive past both of us and into the maze.

The rest of us plunged deeper down the tunnel leaving the very angry Kampe behind.

***

Hey! What's up? Long time, no see. Decided to post a chappie. Finally. So here you go! You like? Either way, thanks for reading!
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