Hey Guys decided to write an AU story, pretty much just for the hell of it, this is just a trial.
Hope you enjoy.
I in no way own PJatO or HoO
He remembered how his mother would talk about the world before this.
How she would elapse into such detail about the twinkling lights of time square, during the day and how they would be even brighter during the night.
How there was trees and grass as green as their couch, which in his opinion was pretty green.
How the ocean reminded her so much of him, and that his eyes always reminded her of the sound of crashing waves, and how he smelt like the beach, even if he had only ever seen one in a text book at school.
But when he asked her about his father, her lips would tremble as she looked off into the distance. Tears spilling over her eyes.
All she would tell him is that he reminded her so much of him, and that he like many others died all those years ago.
He pulled the hood over covering his face, his hair sticking in his eyes.
That was his mother's request.
He was allowed to go to school, only if he wore the hood up to and from school, and that he didn't stop to talk to strangers or anyone at school and that he was only allowed to speak when spoken to.
He may have had ADHD and dyslexia but that didn't mean he didn't like going to school. He did enjoy it.
"Hey Jackson" he turned to face his only friend which he had to keep a secret from his mother. Her bright red hair made her stand out like a polar bear standing next to a group of grizzlies.
"Hey Rach." He smiled waiting for her to catch up.
He had always been friends with her ever since he was little, though he had to tell his mother he sat alone every day. Which was hard whenever something funny happened, that involved Rachel he couldn't tell her.
"So did you do your Math Homework?" she asked trying to catch up with his long strides.
"Gah no, did you? Can I copy?" he asked stopping immediately.
She chuckled to herself before unzipping her bag and handing him her math homework. "Yeah, you probably should have done it Mrs Green is starting to get annoyed with you." She smirked slightly as they entered the school gates.
"Yeah, I know, hey have you heard anything on that missing kid?" it was a normal occurrence if a child went missing so after a while no one really cared, unless you knew them.
She shook her head slightly. "Nope, why is your mum worried again?"
"Yeah, what was his name again?" he asked as they rounded a corner passing Nancy Bobofit and her crew of cronies.
"Uh, I think his name was Will, you know they kid who played the guitar. I forgot his last name." She tapped her finger against her chin as if the motion would help her remember.
"When is that assign..."
"SOLACE! THAT'S it Will Solace." She smiled proudly at herself.
Causing Percy to chuckle. "Thanks for interrupting me RED." She turned to him punching his arm. "Hey what was that for?" he asked rubbing his arm, he didn't want to admit it but she was stronger then she looked.
"For being you." She smiled sticking her tongue out.
"Har har, very funny." He said making sure to layer the sarcasm in his voice as thickly as he could.
They both walked into the classroom, lockers had been banned when a kid hid enough weapons to start a war, and funnily enough the next day the kid and his family had all conveniently disappeared.
He sat down in his usual spot up the back of his home room. Rachel sat in the seat in front of him, leaning against the wall. He removed his hood as the teacher walked in.
He was a nasty old man, with greying hair. And thick sunglasses. Immediately he turned off the lights and turned the small T.V in the corner of the room on.
We all knew the drill. This was when President Castellan would make is public announcement, his blond hair was always cut short and styled, he would have been quite handsome if it wasn't for the fact that he had a large scar covering half of his face and the fact that in Percy's opinion he was more evil than the devil himself.
Rachel turned her face towards Percy as she mimicked his voice perfectly; he sat in amusement as he watched her.
Luke Castellan was talking about the current global crisis in which he ruled.
But Percy's mum had other thoughts; she always thought that Luke was just the face and that something darker lurked beyond him.
Finally when he was over, Mr Hobbs rattled on about discipline and homework before finally the bell rang, Percy had just enough time to scribble a few answers down in his math book before following Rachel towards the dreaded room.
They had to walk to the other side of the room as they unlike everyone else had their home room furthest from everyone else. This caused them to be late frequently, which caused them to get into trouble.
Even the disabled kid who Rachel had informed Percy his name was Grover, would get to class before them.
They both raced down the dimly lit hallway, passing all the classes.
New York only had one school, so in order to fit everyone the school and the classes were huge. The reason there was only one school was because it was thought that by creating more it would offer children a better education which may cause a rebellion.
They reached their class room, to find once again they were the last to class. "Sorry were late Mrs Green" Percy muttered without looking up, he hated seeing the anger and disappointment in her eyes when they were late. He heard chuckles coming from the large room. He looked around confused, his black hair hanging in his eyes. He heard Rachel clear her throat and he turned towards her, a questioning look on his face. She glanced up towards the teacher a small smirk on her face.
"Now Honey, as I was just explaining to the class Mrs Green is not feeling well and I will be substituting you today?" he turned to look at his teacher. "Honey, I'm Mrs Dodds."
The entire time he could feel the cool glare of Mrs Dodds. And also the creepy stare he was receiving from Grover.
She kept asking him questions that he couldn't answer, and then she asked him to read out a question, he told her he couldn't and that he was Dyslexic. She simply smiled as if she had been expecting it before telling him that "It's okay Honey." And moving on.
By the time the school day was over he was glad, he said goodbye to Rachel as she left. He pulled his hood on remembering what his mother asked him.
He had stopped off at one of the shops to buy something special to eat, as it was the one year anniversary that his step father, Gabe Ugliano was shot in a robbery, the robber was soon caught and charged before being locked away for murder.
He was happy that he was dead, he had seen the way he use to beat his mother, he wanted to stop it but everytime his mum would tell him to walk away, or he would get a punch in the gut from Gabe.
Slowly he walked down the deserted street, everyone was inside, it was almost 4:30 in the afternoon and that was way too close to the time off the day where Children are picked off the streets and sent to join the army, where they would be forced to fight their own family and friends if they were a part of the rebellion.
That's what his mother thought happened to the children that went missing, but he knew it didn't and in a way he knew she knew that didn't happen.
He walked up the steps to his apartment, opening the door he heard the gentle sobs of his mother in the lounge room. Quickly he slammed the door shut and ran into the lounge room, his mother was sitting in a heap on the lounge, her head buried into her knees as she rocked back and forth.
"Mum. Mum what's wrong?" he knelt down beside her, she shook her head and looked up at him, stroking the hair out of his eyes. He held her hand rubbing the top of her palm soothingly. "Mum what's wrong?"
She didn't say anything just continued to stare into his eyes. "You look so much like him know your growing up, I suppose it was only a matter of time." She looked out towards the window, the dark cloudy sky starting to become violent. Like someone hitting a hammer on a wall.
"Mum what's going on? What are you talking about?" he asked he stood slightly towering over her.
"Sixteen years ago I met your father, we had visited the beach for a few nights, this was before... was before all this happened. He was handsome, loving and caring like you. But he had to leave, he warned me tough, warned me to never give up, to protect you, he warned me that this would happen, and that our child would never be safe." She muttered her eyes still gazing off out the window. Percy cautiously sat down, this was the most his mum ever told him about his dad and he wasn't sure if he should be happy or not.
"He told me they would come for you." She looked at her son; his face was marred with a confused expression.
"Who said they would come for me?" he asked looking at a crack in the dull yellow wall, watched it almost as if the crack was opening again.
"Your father and him." Percy looked at his mother her eyes facing the entry to the kitchen, her finger pointing.
Slowly Percy turned towards the kitchen, where he saw the disabled boy from school, Grover.
He stood leaning against the door, the only problem, where his pant should have been were a set of fury legs, at first it took a while for him to realize that those were in fact his legs and not a pair of pants.
He leaped off the seat edging towards his mother who had begun to gaze out the window; Percy used his body to cover his mother. "What do you want?" he asked, he was trying to stand straight and menacing, but he didn't think it was working.
"I'm sorry, it's my job." He looked down at his feet as he flattened himself against a wall. His face falling.
From the kitchen a group of people walked out, one of them looked taller and gave of a more powerful vibe than the others, he looked more muscular and he had wide shoulders, he had a brutal face and his eyes looked like stone and black hair, he wore a business suit, which made him look like a statue.
"Yes he does look like his father." He looked over him as if he was inspecting him; Percy suddenly felt self conscious and scared. "He looks like he could put up a fight, although we do need some improvement, I believe Oceanus will have fun with this boy, he will be his new pet." He chuckled to himself, causing everyone else to chuckle nervously. "Say goodbye to your mother boy."
Percy stepped closer to his mother, who looked even more tired than usual. "No." He spoke defiantly. He looked at Grover who paled visibly, shaking his head.
"Well then if not it looks like we will be taking you by force." Percy noted his eyes seemed to gleam at this.
One of the men standing behind him gripped his arm, before Percy could even realise he was next to him. His movement was as fast as lightning. He protested as the girl gripped his arm even tighter, making his arm feel dead.
There was no way out of this, he screamed at the top of his lungs causing his mother's sobs to grow louder. He knew there was nothing she could do, in a way he was glad she didn't intervene, he knew what happened to those who intervened in these sorts of things, and they usually ended up floating in a river.
He fought against them as they dragged him out. He fought them as they dragged him down the stairs before the man got angry and picked him up over the shoulder carrying him down.
He threw him into a seat on the van, while the man and the woman sat on either side of him. The statue man sat in front of him, and tapped the driver on the shoulder, before the car lurched off.
"That wasn't so bad was it?" he asked with a sarcastic grin.
"Who are you?" Percy replied as tears of anger and frustration, flowed down his face.
The man laughed loudly, which had scared Percy a little bit before he went back to brooding. "I am Atlas, Kronos second in command."
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