Chapter the First
{Percy}
I ran through the forest. I had perfect luck with monsters, three Cyclopes were following me. It would be easy to hide behind the barrier of Camp Olympus, like I was told to do. But, I refused to go back there. The only places I would go from now on would be places where people wanted me.
Basically, that was nowhere. No one wanted me. Not my parents, not my friends, and certainly not my (as of recently) ex-girlfriend. That was why I stopped. If no one wanted me, what use was there in trying to survive?
I turned to the Cyclopes and dropped everything. They looked at each other, confused by why I was just letting them get me. That feeling didn't last long. My eyes closed and I prepared for the impact of three tree trunks. However, it didn't come.
Confused, I opened my eyes. A tall man with a black cloak that was dotted with stars stood in front of me.
"I am Chaos, Perseus Jackson. I have come to ask that you accompany me as a personal assassin. Your pain is unlike any other that I have seen in a millennia. Do you accept?"
This was...new. Not everyday does a god ask you to come and be in his army. Do you really think I was going to give this up? Um, no!
"Yes, um, Lord Chaos."
He smiled, but that was the only sign of emotion that he showed. "Then give me your hand, Perseus."
I took his hand tentatively. Almost immediately, I was engulfed in darkness and visions of my most recently painful moments started.
First, was my parents. I had been late getting home one day from training at camp because Clarisse La Rue had broken my hand. Well, that day I was supposed to babysit my year old sister. My mom and Paul, my stepdad, had blown up at me that I needed to be more focused on spending time with the family and start acting like an older brother. That was the day that I was kicked out of my house.
Then my dad. He had yelled at me for what I sent him at meals. Apparently, this son of Hermes named Larson and he sent my dad fish every meal. Dad thought that Larson considered him more than I did. I thought that giving dad fish would be offensive because they were dead and he was the god of the sea! (Also, he was the one who insisted I spar with Clarisse, so we already didn't have a good track record!)
After that was Grover. Larson had lit a fire in part of the forest and told him that I was practicing my water control. Grover had nearly killed me.
Larson had spread rumors about me dissing each if the cabins at Camp and all of the Romans; that had turned everyone one mostly. Only Annabeth had still been on my side and she'd been turned when I went away (to do the things that her parents had said I needed to do to get their permission to marry her) with out any explanation for almost two months. I had literally no one.
Now, I had Chaos, kind of, and his army. A better family than what I'd had before.
A/N: Sorry that it's so short, I just didn't think I could put anymore into it. I'll try to make the next chapter(s) longer, K? Hope you enjoyed! :) ;P ;D
~Cammie