Outcast
A PJO Fanfic
Prologue
My hand is shaking. That's what gets me in this whole crazy situation. My hand is shaking. The gun in my hand feels ten thousand times heavier than any sword. The glove I am wearing is ice cold, but my hands are clammy, and sweaty, and shaking. I lift my arm, and I see the gun, and I aim it.
The boy in front of me has been beaten, he has been kicked, he has been stabbed, he has been starved, and now he will be shot. A year ago, I would have had no doubts about killing this boy. This boy destroyed everything for me; he destroyed my hopes, my dreams, my future. I would have leapt at the chance to be the one to kill him. Now I'm having serious doubts.
"Do it." I hear her whisper in my ear. "Finish him. You know you want to."
That's the strange thing. I don't. The things I've been through, the things I've done to get to here, I've had enough. The boy's looking at me, defiance in his eyes, and knowing. He knows who I really am.
"Come on. Do it. Finish me, or are you not man enough." He says quietly, barely above a whisper. "Do your damn job." His sea-green eyes look haunted, dangerous, even though he's tied up. I cock the hammer on the gun, the click making him flinch, and my hand shakes even more. The only sound in the, cold, dark, bare room is the sound of our breathing. I feel like I can see the boy's entire life, probably because I have, since he was twelve, at least. I was there when he first came to Camp Half-Blood. I was there when he was claimed, when he went on fantastic quests, fought horrifying monsters, and saved the world several times over.
"Finish him. We have what we need. Kill him, Grant, end it." Gaia's in my head again. I don't know what she wants with me, but she thinks I'm important to whatever grand master plan of world dominance she has. A year ago, I would have believed her, followed her like a lap-dog, but I know she's stringing me along. But she doesn't know who I am though, or what I'm doing. I keep the gun level, but my hand is still shaking.
"End it Grant. Come on, kill me. Pull the trigger." The boy says, louder this time. I flick the safety catch off. My hand is still shaking. I'm scared. I'm not scared often. I've survived on the streets, fought monsters, gods and even giants, killed people, been to war, and yet I'm scared. I'm scared of killing this boy, of what could happen as a consequence. My chance at redemption, gone.
"What's wrong Grant? Do it. Kill him!" Gaia hisses in my head. My hand shakes, but then my face sets, and I squeeze the trigger. There's a deafening bang, and the gun kicks back in my hand. My eyes are closed. I open them. I see the gun, with a smoking barrel. And I see the boy, with the shaggy black hair and sea green eyes, sitting limp in his chair, his head lolling at one side. His name is Percy Jackson.
A/N: Hi there, Bradykins98 here. I know this is really dark, and a lot of people will hate me for this, but if you are reading, worry not! Things are not as they seem. I know this is short but I wanted to set the scene well. Hopefully I'll post the first chapter soon. Be warned, this story will be a lot darker than the PJO series, and if you don't like swearing or violence, this isn't for you. Until next time!