Disclaimer: I do not own The Percy Jackson and the Olympians series of books nor any of the characters within the series itself. I do not own any characters and/or works created by the amazing Rick Riordan. I write for fun and not to make a profit.
Full Summary for Until the End of Time: When Percy was seven years old, his mother, Sally Jackson was murdered by his stepdad Gabe Ugliano. While running away from home, Percy is attacked by a Fury and is saved by Luke Castellan who has also run away from home. Percy and Luke band together to stay alive on the streets and eventually meet Nico di Angelo who has escaped from the Lotus Casino. After Nico is killed by one of Zeus' lightning bolts, Percy and Luke meet Hades who sends the two to Camp Halfblood for their safety. With help from both Hades and Kronos, Percy and Luke will join together and seek their revenge against the Olympians including their parents who have abandoned them. This story will loosely follow the plots of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series of books ranging from The Lightning Thief to The Last Olympian.
Eventual Pairings: Luke/Percy (others to be decided) - the Luke/Percy pairing is a bit down the road yet
Warnings: Slash, Male/Male Love, Explicit Language, Violence, Gore, NSFW, Possible Character Bashing, Rated T
Author's Note: Hi folks - Peetato1989 here. Until the End of Time is going to be my first published work of Fanfiction. Although I've written Fanfiction in the past for my own enjoyment, this is the first time that I'm going to be publishing one of my works. I currently have this entire story planned out. I expect it will be about 30 chapters and the story will roughly follow the plot of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series of books. My goal is to have this fic completed in 52 weeks. As such, I will have a new chapter out every 1-2 weeks. Hope you enjoy and please REVIEW!
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CHAPTER ONE
It had started out like any other Monday morning. Percy Jackson's mother, Sally, had woken him at seven am so that he could start his preparations for the school week.
Rolling out of bed from between his blue sheets and blanket, seven year-old Percy rubbed his eyes, grabbed a change of clothes and headed towards the bathroom. Moving quietly as possible, so not as to disturb Gabe, his stepfather, who had passed out in a drunken stupor the night before, Percy stepped in the shower and began washing himself.
Percy lived in New York City in a two bedroom apartment with his mother, Sally Jackson, and his stepfather, Gabe Ugliano. The apartment was small, dimly lit and could only be accessed by taking six steps of winding stairs that creaked with each step. While Sally made a decent living as the owner of Sweets of America - a candy store in Midtown Manhattan - Gabe did not work and spent the majority of Sally's earnings on liquor, beer, and his bookie and poker nights with his so called "friends." Unfortunately, his poker skills were on par with his parenting skills, causing him to lose far more often than he won.
Percy despised Gabe and bemoaned the fact that his mom had married him. Percy had always been taught that two married people should love each other, and yet it was obvious to him that there were no feelings of affection between his mother and his stepfather. Gabe had simply married his mother to take advantage of her money, and Percy had yet to discover the reason why she had agreed to the marriage.
Sally often spoke with fondness of Percy's real father, Don, a sailor who had been lost at sea while crab fishing off the coast of Alaska. Though the two had never gotten married, as Don had been lost at sea while Sally was pregnant, Percy got the impression that they truly loved each other. While there was not one photo of his mother and Gabe together in the apartment, there were numerous photo albums containing pictures of her and Don's time together. In addition, despite Gabe's incessant complaining, Sally and Gabe's bedroom contained numerous mementos of the sea - a small silver trident, a model of the lost city of Atlantis and most curiously, a small statue of the Greek God of the Sea Poseidon.
From what she had told Percy of him, Don was the polar opposite of Gabe. His mother had been vacationing at the family's small beach house in Montauk, and Don lived there when he wasn't fishing. The two had first laid eyes on each other while she was dining at a small Italian restaurant. Don was the perfect gentleman - a handsome six foot tall man with windswept black hair and sea green eyes that Percy inherited. The two had dated for three months before Percy was conceived. Although his father had offered to move her to his home in Montauk so she could rest while pregnant, Sally was a modern self-sufficient woman who wanted to support herself. After her vacation, she went back to New York City, and two months later tragedy struck when Don was lost at sea.
Gabe on the other hand was a short, portly man with an oversized stomach and three chins that jiggled every time he took a step. He never showered and rarely used deodorant. Because of this, he constantly smelled like a mixture of stale booze, smoke, and rotting fast food. He also had a temper and although Sally prevented him from ever laying a hand on him, Percy himself had seen many black and blue marks on his mother after she and Gabe had argued.
Sally and Gabe had met while the former was working on her job at Sweets on America. Taking advantage of the stop's liberal policy about free samples, Gabe would come in three to four days a week and eat "lunch" at the store. Although the workers were repulsed by his pungent odor, torn clothing and hateful demeanor, Sally refused to have him kicked out. Four days after meeting him, she had asked him to move in with her and Percy, and two weeks later, she asked the man to marry her. Elated to have access to Sally's income and apartment, Gabe agreed, and less than one month after first stepping into Sweets on America, they had married.
UNTIL THE END OF TIME
Ten minutes after getting into the shower, Percy stepped out and dried himself off using his favorite fluffy blue towel. Putting on his clothes: a pair of jeans, a blue t-shirt with images of fish swimming, a pair of socks, and his Converses, he walked towards the kitchen where his mother already had breakfast sitting out on the kitchen table.
"Good morning Percy," Sally greeted with a broad smile. "I made your favorite this morning - blue pancakes, bacon and a side of toast with blue butter. Eat quickly though; I want to make sure that you're gone before Gabe gets up. I'm giving him a ride to his bookie and he has to be there by nine am." As an afterthought, to address the seriousness of the situation, she quickly added, "He lost over a thousand dollars on last night's Knicks vs Heat game. He's going to be in a foul mood this morning."
Sally was a striking woman with curly brown hair and a smile that never seemed to leave her face. Standing about five and a half feet tall, she had tanned skin year round and a cheerful demeanor that could put nearly anyone at ease. She doted on Percy and would do anything to insure that Perry's grin never left his face. In his opinion, she was the best mother ever.
"Thanks Mom," Percy replied with his trademark toothy grin. Finishing his first bite of blue pancakes, he added: "Are you taking me to school today, or do I have to take the bus?"
The woman's smile temporarily left her face an was replaced by a small frown. "You know that I'd love to honey but if Gabe doesn't make it to his bookie by nine, there's going to be hell to pay. Take the bus this morning, and I'll make sure to pick you up after school. I'll even clean the car so you don't have to smell Gabe's odor," she added with a wry grin.
Finishing his last bite of breakfast, Percy hopped off his chair and ran to give his mom a hug. "It's okay, Mom," he said. Pausing for a brief second, as if contemplating his next words, he slowly added, "Why can't it be just you and me. We don't need Smelly Gabe. He just sits around all day playing poker, drinking beer and smoking his disgusting cigars. Things were so much more fun before you two got married."
Giving Percy a sad smile, she replied, "I know it may not make sense, but I married Gabe for a reason. I may not love him, but he does more for this family than he ever will know. You'll understand some day - I promise. Now, go finish getting ready so you can head to school."
With a thoughtful frown on his face, the black haired boy walked to his room and began to pack his backpack with his homework he had completed the night before. As he was finishing zipping his backpack, he heard a loud set of footsteps and out of the corner of his eye, Percy saw Gabe walk out of his mother's room.
Groaning to himself, Percy thought, Great. Gabe's up. He's lost money which means he's going to be extra nasty and mean. Hopefully, I can make it out the door without him seeing me.
Putting on his jacket and zipping it up, Percy prepared himself to walk down the hallway and sneak out the front door. Luck was not on his side, however, as the next thing he heard was Gabe's raised voice yelling at his mother.
"Goddammit!" Gabe bellowed. "I told you not to make breakfast for the little shit! He can get free breakfast at school. I owe my bookie twelve hundred dollars yet here you are wasting my hard earned money on blue pancakes and bacon for the brat! The little shit has to learn to fend for himself. He's eating breakfast at school from now on!"
Hearing his mother trying to calm down Gabe and deciding to wait for the argument to blow over before heading to school, Percy busied himself with reorganizing his backpack. Ten minutes later, his stepfather was still screaming at his wife who was still trying to calm him down. Realizing that he would have to leave soon if he didn't want to be late for school (and he really didn't want to be late. He was only in second grade, and he had already been kicked out eight schools due to his ADHD and dyslexia!), Percy put his backpack on and prepared to make the trek from his room to the front door. Before he could even take his first step, though, he heard the sounds of flesh hitting metal followed by a loud thud.
Throwing caution to the wind, the boy ran from his bedroom into the kitchen. The first thing he saw was red. There were little splatters of blood all over the kitchen cabinets and counters. Sally was lying on the floor with her eyes closed, while Gabe was leaning over her breathing heavily, a frying pan in one hand and a bloodied knife in the other.
High on adrenaline, Percy raced towards to his mother. For the first time, Gabe noticed his presence in the room. "What do you want, you little shit?" he slurred out. Despite it only being 7am, Percy could smell alcohol and smoke on Gabe's breath.
"What did you do to my Mom?! You're a monster," Percy shouted, his eyes filling with tears.
Although he had witnessed the adults fighting frequently before, Percy had never seen a scene like this. The two would typically argue for ten or fifteen minutes before Gabe decided that time spent arguing was time that could be better spent drinking or playing poker. With a muttered apology, the man would slink off back to his drink or game, and then the cycle would repeat itself two hours later. Although there was the occasional slap or raised fist, Gabe never was violent enough to cause any lasting damage beyond a small bruise. Percy had never seen his stepfather this out of control before in his life, and he was scared.
Mustering up his courage, Percy slowly walked towards his downed mother. Carefully watching Gabe out of the corner of his eye, Percy moved closer and closer to his mother's form. Before, his view had been partially blocked by the kitchen table, but now with the table no longer obstructing his view, the boy was greeted by a grisly scene.
His mother was laying on the floor, her white blouse and green top spattered with droplets of blood. Small cuts littered her arms which had clearly been used a barrier between her face and her husband's knife. The most gruesome thing about the situation, however, was the state of her head. The right side of it was completely smashed in, and small bits of bone were protruding out of her skin. Without even checking her pulse, Percy knew that his mom was dead.
As if suddenly coming to the same conclusion, Gabe turned towards Percy and slurred out, "It looks like it's just you and me, you little shit. Your mom's dead. Who are you going to cry to now? Who's gonna protect you from big, bad, Smelly Gabe?"
Percy quickly realized he had two options. He could either run for the door while hoping to make it down the stairs before Gabe could catch up with him in his drunken state, or he could stay and fight the man. After all, Percy was the only witness to the fact that his stepfather had killed his mother. If Gabe managed to remove him from the picture, the disgusting man would have a lot easier time pinning his wife's death on someone else. Therefore, Percy knew that he would either have to run for his life or stay and fight Gabe.
Before he could make his decision though, Gabe let out a loud groan and vomited on his hairy chest. Turning to face his stepfather, Percy saw him fall to the floor, passing out in an alcohol and stress induced coma. Wanting to make sure that the man would stay down, Percy looked around for a heavy object and saw the giant frying pan in Gabe's hand. After prying it from his grip, the boy used it to smack him in the head twice.
That ought to keep him down 'til I can escape, Percy thought as he ran to his bedroom. Emptying out his backpack, Percy began to refill his pack with survival goods and things he would need on the run. Although Percy had every intention of going to the police, he knew that things tended to go wrong when he was involved. Thus, it was better to be safe than sorry.
For the next ten minutes, Percy frantically pack his bag. After grabbing a few sets of clothes and toiletries, Percy ran into his mother's room to look for her emergency stash of cash. He knew she kept it in a small jar made of sand dollars, and after finding the jar, he counted the money inside. There was $387 in bills and a Ziploc baggie full of loose change. He grabbed both the bills and coins, and after getting back to his room he stuffed them into his backpack.
Realizing that Gabe had already been passed out for twenty minutes, Percy decided it was time to go. He put on his jacket, and walked back into the kitchen to say goodbye to his mother. Feeling tears begin to well up in his eyes, Percy crouched over the woman's dead body. "Mom," he said, tears streaming down his face, "I loved you so much. Smelly Gabe won't get away with this. I'm going to make sure he pays for this someday, and I'm going to grow up big and strong and make you proud."
Laying one final kiss on her forehead, Percy stood up and headed out the front door. As Percy began walking down the six winding steps of stairs, he began to plan what to do next. He knew there was a police station on 138th and Amsterdam. Deciding that going there would be the best move (his mother had told him to trust the police), he exited his apartment building and began to head towards the station.
After walking for about ten minutes, Percy passed his school. For a moment, he wondered if telling someone at school what happened would be better than walking all the way to the police station. He decided against it; he was known as a troublemaker at school. Although it was only October of his second grade year, Percy had already been expelled from one school this school year. Yancy Academy was his second school this year and, according to the principal of said school, if he caused any trouble, he would be expelled with no questions asked, so Percy decided that it would be best just to continue walking to the police station.
As he passed the school however, Percy recognized his math teacher, Mrs. Dodds, exiting a smoke shop about a block up the road. As he continued to walk towards her, she called out to him.
"Percy Jackson," she yelled, her nasally voice easily carrying a block. "Are you trying to skip school? You've been nothing but trouble this entire year."
"No, Mrs. Dobbs," he replied, continuing to walk away from the school, "There's a problem at my apartment and I need to get to the police station on Amsterdam."
Percy had never liked Mrs. Dodds. She favored students like Nancy Bobbofit and didn't understand that his dyslexia made it difficult for him to do math. Because of this, he didn't trust her to believe him if he told her what happened to his mother that morning. He hoped she would just accept his word and let him continue on to the police station. Unfortunately, this wasn't to be the case, because as soon as he passed her, she grabbed him by the shoulder.
"You expect me to believe a word that comes out of your mouth, Jackson?" she asked him, her hand uncomfortably tightening on his shoulder. "You're nothing but a troublemaker. You're coming to school with me and that's final."
"No, Mrs. Dodds. You don't understand what's going on," replied Percy, trying to free himself from Mrs. Dodds' vice-like grip. "My stepdad, attacked my mom this morning. I have to get to the police and tell them what happened. Please, let me go."
Mrs. Dodds frowned and stopped walking for a moment as if deciding what to do. After thirty seconds of silence, her hand still clutching Percy's shoulder, the old woman turned towards her student and asked, "Well, where you live boy? If I'm going to believe what you just told me, I'm going to have to see for myself. Take me to your apartment, and we'll go from there. But I swear boy, if you're lying, you'll never step foot into this school again. I'll make sure that you're expelled!"
Quickly weighing his options, Percy decided he would have to take her with him. He could try to make a break for it, but if he did, he was sure Mrs. Dodds would either catch him or, if she didn't, she would just expel him from school.
"I live off 125th and Broadway," Percy finally replied. "It's about a ten minute walk from here. We can head there now, if you want."
"Why don't we take my car instead," the woman said, loosening her grip on his shoulder. "I don't want you running away from me and getting lost in the crowd. If we take my car, I can keep an eye on you until we make it to your apartment and I can decide if you've been honest. It's just up the block at the end of an alleyway. Let's go."
They began walking the block and a half to where the car was located. As the two continued to walk, Percy began to get an uneasy feeling in his gut.
Since he was young, Percy had had the uncanny ability to sense danger before it could strike him. When he was four years old, Percy was playing Frisbee with his mom under a giant oak tree in the park. Although there wasn't a cloud in the sky, Percy began to feel uneasy, like there was a storm brewing. Alerting his mom to this fact, the two grabbed the Frisbee and started to walk home. Not five seconds later, a giant bolt of lightning hit the tree they had been playing under. If it weren't for his gut-feeling, both would have been seriously injured or worse. The same gut-feeling saved Percy's life again when he was six. Percy and his mother had been walking to school when Percy noticed a woman walking three dogs. Taking a closer look, Percy noticed that, instead of one woman walking three dogs, one woman was walking one dog with three heads. Sensing danger, Percy told his mom what he had seen, as unlikely as it seemed. For some reason, she believed him, and the two quickly walked into the nearest store. From the store's front window, the two saw the three headed dog snarl and attack a pretty young girl with long blonde hair. Although the girl managed to escape, Percy quickly realized that his gut-feeling had, at the very least, saved him a trip to the hospital.
Hoping to find an easy exit from the situation he was in at the moment, the black haired boy glanced around. Unfortunately, while he had been lost in thoughts, Mrs. Dodds had managed to lead him down a deserted alleyway.
"Umm... Mrs. Dodds - why are we here?" asked Percy. "I thought that we were going to your car so that you could drive me to my apartment, but I don't see any car here."
Strangely, the old woman didn't respond. Instead, she took one of her long fingers and scraped her sharp fingernail along Percy's cheek, drawing blood. As she licked her finger and tasted Percy's blood her eyes began to glow a strange golden color.
"Ahh... delicious," she drawled out. "You'll make a tasty meal demigod."
By now, all of Percy's senses were on overdrive. Percy looked around for any way he could run, but unfortunately, he was cornered in the back of the alleyway, pinned up against a chain link fence with his teacher standing directly in front of him and blocking the only exit.
Deciding that screaming for help was his best bet, Percy let out a loud bellow. As he screamed, he jerked his shoulder releasing Mrs. Dodds' hold. Using his newfound freedom he moved into a crouching position and crawled through the space between the woman's legs.
As Percy was crawling through her legs, Mrs. Dodds' let out a shriek of fury. Suddenly, her body began to transform. Two grotesque blackish-purple wings pushed through her brown cardigan and her face morphed into that of a demon's complete with sharp teeth, pointed ears, and glowing gold eyes.
As Mrs. Dodds used her newly created wings to take flight, Percy used his ADHD enhanced senses to assess the situation. Obviously, the creature, whatever it was, was out for his blood; it wanted him dead for whatever reason, and since it could fly and he was stuck on land, there was no way to outrun it. Somehow, he would have to fight this creature if he wanted to live.
Percy could hear the creature taunting him from above. Despite the gravity of the situation, he still found himself confused by the creature's words.
"You think you can escape me, little demigod? " the creature said through a series of malicious sounding cackles. "I am Alecto! A Fury! I will have my meal. You will make a fine dish, Percy Jackson."
What is a demigod? though Percy. And what is a Fury? Most importantly, how the hell did my math teacher turn into that thing?
Deciding that defense would be the best offense, the boy ran towards a nearby dumpster so that he could crouch behind it and regain his bearings while being semi-protected from the creature. As he was starting to run towards it, he saw a slightly older boy with matted sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, adorned with what looked to be Ancient Greek armor, turn toward the alley and begin running toward him.
"Hey" yelled the older boy, looking in his direction. "Get behind that dumpster quick!"
"Got it," Percy replied, as he briefly turned around to see who was speaking to him. "Thanks mister..."
"Keep running!" yelled the other boy as he took up a defensive stance about ten feet away from Percy. "Don't let the Fury distract you. I'm armed, and you're not. I'm trying to protect you, but I can't do that if you're out in the open."
Unfortunately, the boy's pleas were a couple seconds too late. In the few seconds that Percy had been distracted, the Fury had caught up to him. As Percy started to continue running towards the dumpster, one of the creature's claws caught him from behind, causing him to go flying towards the dumpster.
As Percy's head hit the dumpster, the last thing he could remember thinking before passing out was, Well at least I won't have to do my math homework anymore.
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: That's the end of the first chapter folks. What will happen to Percy and his mysterious blonde-haired saviour? Stay tuned and find out. I plan on having the next chapter up within the next week. As I said before, I am looking for a Beta to help me with this story. I have the majority of the story planned out - it will loosely follow the plot of the books ranging from The Lightning Thief to The Last Olympian. I have about 30 chapters planned out each about this length. If anyone would be willing to help me with this please PM me or let me know in a review. Thanks for reading and please REVIEW!
BETA Note: As of April 1, 2015 this chapter has been edited by my beta. Thanks to the wonderful and amazing MarissaTodd.