Chapter 1-

I nervously shuffled inside the apartment after closing the door. I hoped that Smelly Gabe was asleep but I heard noises and the TV blaring from the other room. I guessed he was home playing poker again with his buddies. The smell of beer and cigarette reached my nose and I had to stop myself from retching on the floor.

When I walked into the living room I saw four men sitting at the circular table playing poker, I was right. My step-father, Gabe is having his poker-face on, his three ticks of hair were greasy and it seemed he had combed them as if that made him handsome or anything. The other three around the table were at least orderly, unless you count smoking and passing beer as orderly.

I shuffled as silently as I could away from the kitchen but I mentally berated myself when I heard my step-father shout, "Already home brat?"

I ignored him.

"Ignoring me won't help you, kid." He said. "Where's my money?"

Deciding to speak up, I said. "I don't have it."

He raised his greasy eyebrow and sniffed the air. I'd vomit if I sniffed the air like that with all the cigarettes and beer cans lying around the living room. The other three men looked at my step-father curiously and probably thought if the man was an idiot but they ignored him and continued to shuffle their cards.

"You probably have fifteen dollars in your pockets," he finally said. "And I wouldn't lie to me, brat."

I sighed and took the fourteen dollars from my pockets and slammed the money on the table near him and with relish I watched as the beer can dropped off the table splattering beer all over the floor. "I hope you loose, asshole."

Billy, the nicest man of the four smiled at me before passing a beer can to my step-father.

"I wouldn't act so snotty brain-boy," Gabe said.

I shrugged my shoulders and left him to play his poker. I reached my room and it almost smelled of beer and cigarettes in there too but my mother's smell of candy overpowered it and I had to smile despite the shitty me and my mother live in. I threw my school-bag in the corner of my room and sat down on my bed. Every day I did like this, I argued with my step-father, sat on my bed and thought about my real father and why he abandoned me.

My mother always told me that my father was lost at sea, not dead. Lost at sea, for some reasons I cursed him every day for going on that sea voyage and never coming back, never having the guts to marry my mom. My mother always told me that I had his looks, his jet black hair and sea-green eyes and that I'd grow up to be like him.

That I argued everyday, I don't want to be like my father who abandoned a single mother to parenting. I was so into my thoughts that I didn't notice my mom coming inside my room so I let loose a yelp when she hugged me. She laughed and I calmed down and hugged her back. Like always, she smelled of chocolate, licorice and everything else you would find in a candy store.

We let go of each other and my mom still looked beautiful and I wondered some times why she stayed with smelly Gabe. She had blue eyes that sparkled and changed color in the light, long brown hair with a few grey streaks in it and a smile as warm as quilt. She was beautiful, smart, gentle, kind and everything you would want so I wondered why she stayed with my step-father.

She looked me over and smiled, "You've grown."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't stop smiling every time she said that.

"How was school?" She asked sitting down next to me on the bed.

I told her that I was expelled from school, again. It wasn't my fault or anything remotely my fault. All I had done was stood up to a bully and punched him in the face—weirdly enough I felt strong when I did that. She ruffled my hair when I told her what happened in school and I wondered if I should tell her about three old women in the streets cutting yarn. In a split second I told her about it and with every word her face was turning pale and her eyes widened in fear.

I saw that she opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, I heard my step-father yell. "Sally! Where's my bean dip?"

I have always been impulsive and angry so I shouted, "Shut up, asshole!"

I turned to my mom who was wide-eyed. She had heard me swear before but I guess I could always surprise her. My mom reprimanded me but I shrugged and stood up and walked to my table searching the drawers.

I heard the door opening and I turned around to see Gabe lumbering in narrowing his eyes at me and my mother.

"You like swearing so much, huh?" he said. "Maybe I'll teach you some respect, brat."

I looked at my mother who sat on the bed wide-eyed with fear in her eyes again and before I could say anything, my step-father lumbered towards my mother and picked her up in chokehold. Wide-eyed I pleaded at him to stop, but he didn't listen and punched my mother in the stomach.

I winced when tears' came down my mom's eyes. She looked towards me and tried to say something but nothing came out of her mouth except gasps for air. Ignoring everything I ran forward and punched him in the knees. I winced the moment my knuckles hit his knees but there was surprising strength from my punch that he fell over and let go of my mother.

"Run!" I told my mother before bringing my foot down on Gabe's stomach.

I started towards the door but noticed my mother was still in the room. Confused I glanced around and saw him still on the floor. Running back, I grabbed mom's hand and pulled her forward to the doors but suddenly she gasped when we reached the door.

Turning my head back I found my mother letting go of my hand, her other hand on her stomach with red coming from between her fingers and a large sharp object—a knife—puncturing her stomach. She gurgled for breath and Gabe stood behind her with a fucking smirk on his face.

"That's got to teach you respect, brat."

Nope, that taught me righteous fury. Idly I wondered where he got the knife but my vision tunnelled and everything turned red. Unknowingly I activated my powers and I felt the strength burning through my arms and legs. Surprisingly I felt as if I could run for miles and not tire either and without a thought I sprang forward and punched my step-father in the stomach and I heard a cracking sound. I guessed his ribs cracked and I went wide-eyed at my strength but before I could wonder about it more, my fury-clouded mind took over and I repeatedly punched my father in the face.

If I wasn't so angry I could have heard my mother yelling at me to stop but blood thumped in my ears and fury danced across my body demanding revenge. I heard Gabe feebly demanding me to stop but I relished in the sound of his jaw splitting open and I continued to punch him repeatedly. I could feel my strength surge in my arms growing stronger every punch and I wanted more of it.

"Percy!" I heard through my anger-clouded mind.

I stopped punching and confused I turned around and saw my mother on the floor with her hand attempting to stop the blood coming from her stomach but my mind was already telling me that there was no time for her but I didn't believe it. I ran towards her and slid down and started murmuring urgently. "We can do something right? You'll live, you'll always live. Please."

My mother's blue eyes shined with happiness, sadness and grief. Tears leaked freely from her eyes now as she gasped for breath but she only managed to say one sentence that mattered. "I—I love you."

Her hand fell to the ground, her body going limp and blood now freely flowed from the wound. I cried over her dead body and hugged her close to me. I didn't care about the blood soiling my clothes—that was the least of my worries. After a few minutes of pleading and crying I managed to gather myself. I turned to face my step-father and to my surprise—he was dead, not breathing and it brought me immense joy. Something a twelve-year old shouldn't feel. His face was all bloody and unrecognizable, a bone was protruding through his stomach.

I sighed shakily and I didn't know what to do so I decided to wash my hands first. After washing them I walked back into my room and ignored the stench of blood and went to my closet. I threw my bloody clothes on the floor and changed into a blue T-shirt, a black hoodie, jeans and black shoes. I grabbed a few pictures of my mother and me and put them in my hoodies pocket and began to leave the room.

At the doorway, I stopped, I turned around and walked to my mother and closed her eyes softly as a sob escaped my throat. I shook my head, I didn't want to cry. I left the room faster and threw my hood on and left the apartment. I forgot to wipe my tears in the bathroom so I quickly wiped them away with my hoodies sleeve. I wondered where to go. It was darker so I guessed it was about dinner time for others.

Some people still walked the streets of Manhattan but I ignored them. I decided to go to the forest, I had learned to hunt on my own once when I ran from home and I could probably survive there. The extra strength still coursed in my legs and I was grateful for that, I decided not to think about that extra strength, I guessed it to be adrenaline.

I reached the forest entrance where tall trees stood. The moonlight was making it a little brighter so I was grateful for that. Sighing deeply I walked inside the forest stepping over branches and rocks. I observed my surroundings for a place with some sort of roof for sleep if it began raining. I was already deep in forest with few birds chirping, I was grateful because I didn't like utter silence.

I saw a glittering lake from the moonlight and I smiled, at least there was some sort of water in the forest and near the tree was a low-hanging tree branch that covered a little from the rain so I figured I could sleep there for the night. I heaved a deep breath and walked towards the tree but a woman's voice stopped me halfway.

"Who are you?"

I gulped and turned around to see a young woman and she looked no older than twenty. She had shoulder-length black hair and ocean-blue eyes. She was wearing a normal mother's clothes. Blue jeans, a green sweater and sandals, she was smiling at me which freaked me out a little.

Why would a young woman be in a forest at this time? Nevertheless, I awkwardly answered. "Percy, Percy Jackson."

Her eyes twinkled and walked closer to me. Her face seemed to go through so many emotions—confusion, shock, awe and respect.

"You're a son of Poseidon." She said and I blinked confused.

She motioned for me to follow her towards the lake and she sat down near the lake and I sat down next to her on the grass and she began to explain.

-Author notes-

Well, what do you think? You like-like it? Percy will not only have water-powers but a lot more. His arsenal will improve and improve till it reaches its limit. There will be explanations to his powers and how he received them and stuff.