Hello my lovely fanfiction readers, so I've been pondering around this idea for a while, and I've decided to do it. No telling if it's actually going to work, but I'm going to try. So here's to it... not.. failing...
Well that killed the joyful mood.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series.
Oh, 'tis great sadness to write a disclaimer.
Percy Jackson had done some bad things in his life. Very bad things.
It had all started with his sixth great field trip to the Museum of Something. He couldn't even recall the name now, but it had something to do with history, as all museums did. The details were fuzzy; he could barely remember the name of the school he had been at that year: Yancy Academy.
He never had any friends there, and was constantly picked on by Nancy Bobofit; a girl with mop of red hair. He used to joke to himself that she shouldn't be allowed at space launches, because Houston would get too distracted by her freckles and mess up the launch... well, it had made since to him.
She would constantly pick on him, yet to all the teachers she was a little angel. Percy had been sitting alone on the front steps of the Museum of Something, picking at a hairline crack in the sidewalk with his fingernail, waiting for one of the chaperones, Mrs. Dodds, to order them back to the bus, when Nancy had walked up.
She was accompanied by her usual group of friends, equally as nasty as herself. She looked down at him with her lips pursed, as if deciding what would be the meanest thing to do to him. Percy knew he should've gotten up and walked away, but he didn't. She stood there for a few minutes, until Percy looked back at her, and then, she spit her well-chewed Hubba Bubba bubble gum onto his face.
Oh, he lost it.
Well, not exactly. He, calmly, moved the gum of his face, putting on the top of her sneakers, smearing the slimey mess really good, so she'd have a hard time getting it off. Percy thought it was over, and that was his revenge, but a feeling in the pit of his stomach said otherwise.
Nancy's feet were suddenly wrenched from his vision, as he felt a few drops of water trinkle down his neck, as if it were about to start raining. He looked up to the sky, but got stuck on the place where Nancy and her two friends had been standing. None of them were there anymore, and he figured they'd gone off to tell on him to Mrs. Dodds.
Whatever. Just another two months of detention, everyday.
He shrugged, whipping the leftover slobber from Nancy's gum onto his jeans, when suddenly he heard a gut-wrenched scream. Something that could only be heard after someone had just been stabbed, but it was quite the opposite.
The entire crowd of people near the steps to the museum turned their heads, including Mrs. Dodds, to... Nancy, and her friends. They were sitting in the fountains looking terrified and half-confused.
Nancy locked eyes on him, "Percy pushed us!"
Mrs. Dodds head was like a Percy magnet, she found him immediately. Other girls from the school took pity on Nancy, hauling the three girls from the fountain, offering supplies of hair combs and lip gloss. Mrs. Dodds raised her signature one finger, and motioned Percy towards her in a menacing way.
Percy swallowed, fearfully, and forced himself forward. Mrs. Dodds grabbed his ear and pulled him back towards the bus, ignoring his protests of pain. And he had to sit there, with Mrs. Dodds, for two hours before the other kids came back, each giving him a fearful stare. A few whispered about him, "Did you see the water? It practically grabbed them."
But Percy didn't care, he just did his best to ignore Mrs. Dodds death stare the entire ride back to Yancy. Once they arrived, Mrs. Dodds immediately took Percy to the Administrative office, where everyone simply loved him. He was immediately expelled, and sent to his dorm to pack. He was on a bus home the same day.
That had all been four years ago; things had escalated since then. When his was thirteen, he lit a school gym on fire. When he was fourteen, he broke into a school and stole test answers, but it got much worse when he turned fifteen. Word had been travelling through the streets about the kid who could control water, and alot of gangs offered him high-ranking positions.
He had turned them down, until money was offered, and alot of it. He had been offered a job, from a man by the name of Kronos. They'd met in a dark alley, and Percy had been told about the position. The whole meeting, Percy had been thinking about his mother. His mother was an angel, a saint, and didn't deserve the life she lived.
Her parents were dead, and so was her husband, Percy's father. She worked, tirelessly, at a candy shop in the mall, to support him. She tried her best to help understand his abilities, but it always turned up blank. She always told him, how one day, she'd get a big job, and make much more money. They'd live in a better apartment, and could eat at fancy restaurants every night.
But his mother was getting older, and it was time for Percy to step up and be a man, so he'd taken the job. It was petty crimes at first, stealing small things, or spying on other gangs. Somehow, Kronos had helped Percy learn how to use his abilities, and once Percy had learned it was time to step up to the big leagues.
After Percy's sixteenth birthday, he had been sent on a mission, to kill a rival gang leader. He didn't want to do it, but he had to prove himself, and earn the money his mother thought came from a local grocery bagger job. Percy stood outside the gang's warehouse headquarters, knowing the leader's office was on the second floor. A quick jump, and little help from a nearby puddle, and Percy was in through an open window.
He should've seen it coming, the way the room had been so bare. Percy looked around the room, his black hoodie shielding his face. He pulled the hood down, and hid behind the chair, pressing his finger to the transmitter in his ear.
"You sure this is the right place?" He whispered. "It's empty."
A gruff voice responded, "It's the right place. We made sure, before sending in our best guy."
"Well, I don't know—"
The room burst open and a full SWAT team rushed him. They tackled him before he even had time to react, or move his hand to command the water. They secured handcuffs around his hands and feet, but they still pressed him against the floor, weight preventing motion.
Though he was facing the opposite wat, Percy heard a man walk in the room, "So you're the great Percy Jackson? I've heard plenty about you, some I didn't assum true, about this... liking you have for water, but all percautions have been made anyways. Can you move?"
Percy could tell the man already knew the answer, "Not at all."
"Excellent. You see Percy, this gang, of their leader you were trying to murder, they don't exist. It's a gang we created to lure you in, a cop gang, I guess you could call it."
Percy struggled, trying to get his finger to his ear.
"Why are you struggling?" The man questioned, Percy could tell he was suddenly smiling. "You're bugged." The man walked over and removed the ear piece from Percy. "Hello?" He called into it.
"What?" A voice came back, Kronos, definitely Kronos. He would know that Percy had failed, if this didn't mean Percy was getting fired, he didn't know what would.
"Kronos." The man recognized, easily. "My, my, I've heard alot about you. I've got someone here who'd like to speak to you."
The man moved to put the piece to Percy's mouth, but Kronos spoke, "Don't even try that. Percy's useless to me, a mere pawn."
"Oh, so you don't mind if we, say, keep him, do you?" The man spoke. "Send him to Chiron, perhaps?"
There was a pause on Kronos' side, "Nope not at all."
"Well, then I guess we will just send him to Chiron."
A fuzz came from the other end, telling Percy that Kronos had cut the connection, disabling the piece beyond tracking the signal. The SWAT lifted Percy up, keeping a grip on his joints, still allowed no motion. Percy could now see the man, neck up showed he could passed for sixty-five, but neck down showed twenty-two. It was quite an odd mixture: grey hair, and a toned chest.
"Well, Percy." The man spoke. "You're in luck, welcome to Half-Blood Institution."
Percy was oushed roughly out of the van, knowing it wasn't going to be pretty when he got inside.
He looked over his shoulder, where the gates to the large mansion had been locked tight, and electrified. He had no hope of getting out, and even if he managed, SWAT would jump him, and take him back. It's not like he was going to try to escape though, he had lost to Kronos, and had lost his job. He couldn't bare to think what his mother would think. If he even tried to go back, Kronos' gang members, or the "Kronosites" as they perferred to be called, would find him and kill him for his failure.
Percy looked at the sign at the edge of the walkway to the front door,
'Welcome to Half-Blood Institution for the Gifted
Where we Help Your Child Use Their Gift for Good!'
Percy nearly laughed at the sign, of his consequence—er—new school. He clutched his dufflebag, looking to the governmental agents on his left and right side, and reminded himself: you'll never fit it. A lifetime of badness could never be changed by a correctional facility.
The agent on his left grabbed his arm, and dragged him to the door. Percy could see eyes through the curtains on the front windows, before they hastily disappeared. The right agent knocked, loudly, on the door, and a man in a wheelchair opened it, a girl with a blonde curly hair at his side. The man whispered something to her, and she nodded, before quickly walking away.
The man scooted away from the door, "Ah yes, Admiral Blair said you would be bringing him today. Please come in."
"Of course, Professor Chiron." The agents said in union, and stepped inside, with Percy in tow.
Both agents still had their grip on Percy, "Come now," Chiron said, eyeing their hands locked onto Percy's elbows. "There's no need for that. We're quite trusting here, you may release him."
"Not possible sir." Right agent said, a beat ahead of the left. "We must restrain him, he is very dangerous."
"He's fine." Chiron insisted. "You both know what we can do here, he's no threat to us."
Beneath their shades, Percy could feel both agents eyes widen, "Yes, of course sir."
"Right then," Chiron clapped his hands together. "If everything is in order, you two are free to leave."
"Of course." They both released their grips on Percy and walked out the front door.
Percy sat there, awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with Chiron. For some strang reason, he craved this man's approval, and he didn't know why. Chiron stared at Percy, taking in his condition, physically and mentally. Neither said a word, until Percy broke the silence.
"So, um, compared to the other residents, how insane am I?" Percy mentally high-fived himself for using big words.
"Insane?" Chiron questioned.
"Yeah, this is a correctional facility," Percy said, "Isn't it?"
"Yes, but insanity is not what we correct here."
"Well, what do you correct?"
Chiron chuckled, "We don't correct anything, we simply help you understand."
"Understand what?" Percy felt frustrated, like he was getting nowhere in this.
"Perhaps I should explain better." Chiron said. "But for now, I think a physical example may be the best explanation for you. Come in everyone, I know you're eavesdropping."
As Chiron said those words, the four doors into the lounge opened and multiple people flooded in. Percy recognized the blonde girl from the door way, she was surrounded by a girl with choppy black hair, and a love for black eyeliner, and a blonde boy, matching the the black-haired girl's striking blue eyes.
"Everyone, this is Percy. Percy, this is everyone." A wonderful introduction from Chiron. "I'll leave you to really get acquainted. If anyone needs me, I'll be in my office." Once the quiet hum of Chiron's electric wheelchair was gone, the room was silent.
Until a boy stepped forward, wearing black skinny jeans and a skull t-shirt, "Hi."
"Hi." Percy responded.
"I'm Nico."
"Percy."
The boy was silent, until he blurted out, "What's your power?!"
"What?" Percy was taken aback.
A girl next to the boy, smacked his arm, but Nico didn't take the hint, "What's your power? You know, your gift? I can talk to the dead."
"Huh?" Percy tried to replay the sentence in his head, but he couldn't believe it.
"I can talk to the dead." Nico repeated. "It's pretty lame when all you can do is council an angry ghost couple."
"Oh." Percy was quiet.
The girl next to Nico stepped forward, a green baseball cap, covering her eyes, "Hi, I'm Bianca. I'm Nico's older sister. He's been waiting for someone new to come, since we're the newest."
"What's your gift?" Percy asked.
"Oh, me?" Bianca was suddenly flustered. "Oh, all I can do is melt into the shadows, like, blend in with the darkness. It's not really all that special."
"I think it's cool." Nico spoke up.
No one else spoke.
"Okay, how about this." Percy suggested. "You guys, step up, say your name and your gift, and then I"ll tell you mine."
The girl next to the blonde spoke, "I'm Thalia. I can summon electrical charges, and that's my kid brother Jason, he can—"
The blonde boy stepped forward, "I'm Jason and I can levitate."
A pretty brunette walked next to him, "I'm Piper, and I have the gift of persuasion."
Another girl came forward, her blonde hair striking, "I'm Silena, and my power's kinda worthless, but I'm unnaturally beautiful, and I guess that distracts boys, or something." Her face fell a bit, "I'm not really sure what it's for."
An African American boy put a burly arm around her, "Charles Beckondorf, but call me Charles and you're dead. Beckondorf's, what I go by, and I have super strength."
A impish boy with curly black hair came forward next to Jason, "I'm Leo, and I'm super smart, I guess you could say, and I can build anything. Oh! And I'm good with machines."
Two people, a boy and a girl, stepped up next, the girl spoke first, "I'm Clarisse, and I have advanced combat skills."
The boy spoke next, "Name's Chris, and I'm a thief. I could pickpocket you right now, and you'd never know."
Percy nodded, and his hand immediately went to his back pocket, before he remember: the government had taken his wallet. Percy had to admit, these people were kind of like him, and he took pride in that.
A dark skinned girl smiled, "I'm Hazel and I can sense metals. You have a silver-lined tooth on your top left hand molar."
Percy's eyes widened, and she laughed.
A mop of curly hair, that was strangely familiar, stepped forward, "I'm Grover, and I can sense emotions."
A girl with her black hair braided back, "Reyna, and I can talk to dogs."
"Rachel." Said a girl with hair near Nancy Bobofit's. "I can see the future."
A beefy boy grabbed Hazel's hand, and smiled goofily at her, "I'm Frank, and I can shape-shift." Percy felt genuinely impressed. "Into a few things that a familiar to me." And it was gone.
A small girl, shyly, came forward and Grover wrapped his arm protectively around her, and she snuggled to his chest, "I'm Juniper, and I can turn anything into a Juniper bush. I just haven't figured out how to turn them back."
A pair of twins, with matching grins and lopsided noses, stood up, "I'm Travis, and I'm Conner. And we have the power a stealth. We're extra sneaky, don't be kissing anyone of these fine girl, because we'll be there, and you'll never know." Percy felt strangely amused, and creeped out at the same time.
A brunette girl smacked one of the twins, "I'm Katie, and I can control some small plants."
The only person left was the curly blonde-haired girl, and she had stuck to the back of the room. Her startling grey eyes stared through Percy. He panicked for a moment, maybe she knew what he'd done in his past. He relaxed when she blinked.
"Annabeth." She offered her name, before pushing a door open and leaving without giving away anything else.
Jason saw the look on Percy's face, "Don't take it too hard, man. She's been here the longest, even before me and my sister. Nobody knows her powers, she trains alone. Rumors say that she told a boy once, and he's long gone now. Maybe she just doesn't like people knowing anymore, but that's okay, you're not the only person who doesn't know."
Percy shook his expression off, "So, anyways, I'm Percy, and I have control over water. I can sort of bend it to my will, and before I, uh... left where I was before, I had been working on a technique to melt down my molecules and turn myself into water!"
There was plenty of amirable faces, and stunned faces. Percy felt proud to have won their respect so easily, but soon another awkward silence took over, and Percy didn't know what to do, he had been involved in so many already that day. But Nico broke the silence for him, once more.
"So does that mean you can surf really well?"
Sorry about any spelling mistakes. And I hope this story gets successful, and I hope you guys like it! Thanks for reading, now review!
My Randomness: So last night I was lying in my bed looking at the stars, pondering the mysteries of life, and I thought to myself, "WHERE THE HECK IS MY CEILING?!"
Never ever stop being such Awesome Possums! :oD