Hello, just a quick note to say Hi! I'm Rochelle so obviously my name is not Rick so obviously I do not own the Percy Jackson, or Heroes of Olympus series. This is very dark so proceed with caution. There may be slight triggers, there are hints to self harm in here, they aren't so bad that I felt the need to make this an M but... just be careful if you can be triggered.

Percy's PoV

I felt... wrong.

That was the only description for it.

Now, I will be the first to say when it comes to battle I have always been a little sadistic, one of the clearest memories from the war last summer was laughing and smiling like a maniac when fighting. Except that's the nice way of putting it, in reality I was having fun killing and slaughtering.

But it is fun.

I slammed my fist against the mirror. That voice had been haunting me since I let go of that edge, at least that's the first time I took any notice of it, if I was to be honest with myself I would say that it had always been there like the devil on my shoulder.

I looked up at my reflection. I looked a mess, no point in denying it. I was wearing a white t-shirt, the bathrooms on the ArgoII were white as well, but my skin was the palest thing I could see. in fact everything about me was faded, my hair was bordering on grey, the scars on my arm were a sickly looking pink, I looked like a ghost.

That was except for one thing. My eyes were darker than I'd ever seen them, there was only a small difference in shade between my iris and my pupil. Now, this in itself did not scare me, it was the look in those near black eyes that my skin crawl. Those eyes held emotions darker than I could have imagined feeling in my nightmares, those eyes held a deep sadistic idea to cause horrific pain on everyone who had wronged me. Including myself...

"Percy?"

My head snapped to my bedroom, pitch black before, now illuminated by the light from the hallway that spewed in through the open door. And silhouetted in that halo of light was the most beautiful girl who had ever lived. The girl that gave me hope. The girl that made me somehow believe that I could tackle these dark thoughts, because she was the girl that made me want to. She was enough to cut through this torrent of evil, this lust to cause people pain.

At least she usually was.

In Tartarus there had been one moment where I found myself not caring that she was terrified of me, not caring that she was seeing the monster that I had been hiding even from myself.

I was determined to never let her see that side of me again.

I picked up a blue sweatshirt, pulled it over my head, took one last look in the mirror, met those fierce eyes with my own... and walked towards the light.

The first chapter is dooooonnnneeee. Hope that wasn't too depressing, sooooo please stay tuned for more, there will be less thinking about more interacting with other people in the next one, just had to set the scene a bit ya know. Anyway please, please review, was it good,was it terrible, was it just OK? I NEED TO KNOW?!