The Dimension Stone

Disclaimer: I do not own Saints Row 1 – 4, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, or Marvel's Avengers. Volition owns Saints Row 1 – 3 and Deep Silver owns Saints Row 4, Rick Riordan owns Percy Jackson and the Olympians and the Heroes of Olympus, and Marvel owns all references to The Avengers.

Day 1: Crossing dimensions.

Theseus POV

"Before creation itself, there were six singularities. Then the universe exploded into existence, and the remnants of these systems were forged into concentrated ingots... the Infinity Stones." That is the story of how the infinity stones were created. Or so you thought. You all know the story but what you didn't know is that the story is wrong. I should know. I was the person who realized the truth.

You see, Thing's in my life started out pretty normal for someone who came to be as powerful and well known as I have. But then again I guess rising to the top has always been my motive and going where I went was a great chance for me to do just that. It's funny how life works because if I had never made that wish I would have never discovered my true purpose. To become a leader. To rise. But enough with that its time I tell you a story. A story of a boy… who became a god.

I was 18 years old and was about halfway through my senior year of high school when things went to shit. I did well in school academically, getting honor roll and having really good grades which surprised and made many of my teachers fond of me because I was a pretty much their poster child for overcoming ADHD and Dyslexia. Unfortunately, though, high school was pretty much hell for me in the other aspect which was socializing.

Now it wasn't that I was bad at reading people and knowing how to communicate with people. I was actually great at assessing situations and figuring out what to do to get out of trouble. The problem was the other students who were constantly bullying me and pushing me around. In the end, though I figured an education was better in the long term so I went to school as I was supposed to.

As I woke up that morning, I slipped out of bed, got cleaned up, and got dressed. I had thrown on a pair of black cargo pants, a black t-shirt with a skull on the front and a black leather jacket. I put on my black combat boots and wrapped a thick link chain around my right wrist connecting it into a bracelet using a keychain ring. I also slipped my phone, wallet, and keys into my pockets.

After that, I grabbed my ring off of my nightstand and slipped it on. The ring was a designer medalist class ring with my graduation year and an honors class symbol carved into the left side and my name and the Trojan mascot carved into the right side. The one thing that was strange about my ring was that where the school name normally goes, there was an omega carved into the ring around the gemstone. The ring was made from some strange colored metal that looked a lot like white gold and had a purple gemstone in the center that looked a lot like an amethyst birthstone.

When my father gave me the ring as my early graduation gift he said that my mother made it when I was born and that she gave it to him to give to me later. After that, she left on a trip and never came back.

Once I was ready I went upstairs and ate some breakfast before making my way outside and getting on my motorcycle. As I started up my motorcycle, hearing the purring engine, I put up the kickstand and started my drive to school. I enjoyed the wind as it pushed against my body and loved the way the motorcycle handled. It took me about 10 minutes to get to school and even though I knew that school was going to be horrible I had decided a long time ago I would simply ignore the other students until I graduated.

As I was walking the halls of the school I scrolled through my new smartphone and looked at different games I was looking at getting through my E-bay account. That was of course until someone slammed into my side as they walked past me. I lost my balance and fell forward but caught myself with my hands, quickly rolling over and getting back to my feet. I looked at who pushed me and saw that one of the schools long time bullies Tyler was cracking his knuckles and looking at me. I pulled my arm back to punch him but was grabbed by both of my arms from behind.

I went to scream out for help but someone put their hand over my mouth and dragged me into a nearby storage closet where they proceeded to tie my hands to a pole that was in the room. Tyler was standing in front of me and when my hands were secured two more football players, Jack and Michael moved to stand next to him. They were obviously the ones who grabbed me from behind.

"Well, well, well. I guess the faggot finally decided to fight back. Unfortunately for you, we had something planned for you today. A little humiliation for the fact that you made us look like idiots during our science test. You remember, don't you? We told you that if you didn't help us pass we would beat you up and you agreed only to tell us the wrong chemicals and then watch as we caused an explosion in the lab. We got suspended for two weeks for that stunt and now it's time for payback."

"What the fuck are you going to do Tyler? You already make my life a living hell you piece of shit?" I said as I spat on him. Tyler punched me in the gut three times for that and I just gasped for air.

"Well we were originally going to beat you up but Stacy had a great idea." He said pointing to a girl behind me. I turned around and saw that there were 3 cheerleaders behind me. Stacy, Catherine, and Rebecca. "You see, today is the assembly. So, the girls here, are going to force you into a cheerleader's uniform and then they are going to put makeup on you. After that, we are going to drag you into the auditorium and hide you behind the curtain that the principle is supposed to open when she reveals the new statue of the school's mascot."

My smirk of defiance quickly dropped after I heard what Tyler had planned "Wait… No… I will… I will help you pass every test this year just don't do that, please."

Tyler quickly smirked "I'm afraid it is a little too late now. Get him ready girls, Michael, Jack, and I will create a distraction so you can get him to the girl's locker room and then into the auditorium."

After that, I watched as the guys left and quickly told a passing teacher something I couldn't hear and after that, I saw about 6 teachers run passed the door. I wanted to scream for help but Stacy had a hand over my mouth. I watched as the rest of the teachers I knew were in the building passed the door.

After the girls were sure that I wasn't going to scream they untied my hands, slipped a something into my pocket and held a knife to my back.

"You will walk calmly and with us or I will stab you in the back and say that the knife is yours and that you pulled it on me because I threatened to tell the teachers when you offered to sell me drugs," Stacy said. My eyes widened.

"Stacy, please! Please don't do this to me I… I will do anything for you just… Please!" I pleaded in desperation. I was quickly hit in the head and forced to walk from the storage closet to the locker room where the entire cheer team was waiting excluding the director. They quickly cut all of my clothes, except my leather jacket, and boots, off of me and forced me into a cheerleader's uniform. After that, they tied me to a chair, put a wig on me and did my makeup. I pleaded and was almost in tears but every time my eyes watered up I was punched in the gut and told to not cry because it would ruin the makeup. Once all the girls were finished I made one last attempt to get them to stop.

"Stacy?! Catherine? Rebecca? Lucy?! Please… How could you be so mean to me? Please… I… I will do anything just… don't do this to me!" I looked in the eyes of every girl and saw that only a few felt regret but they were probably forced to do this. I imagined that Stacey threatened to embarrass them as well if they didn't follow her. I looked at Stacey and she just laughed.

"You stupid fuck. You are not getting out of this. Don't you get it? You made me look stupid. You got me expelled. You know what my parents did to me? They took away my allowance. You will not get away with causing me to lose my shopping money. Now shut up." After she said that she quickly shoved a gag into my mouth. It was made from a big red ball that buckled in the back. I couldn't make a sound and could only sit there as they carried me and set me up behind the curtain before closing it.

After watching the girls close the curtain, I heard them walk off. I struggled helplessly in my bonds but I knew I wasn't going to be able to get out. There was a makeshift wall behind the statue and me and the curtain was placed to go from one end of the wall and around the statue to the other end making it so that it completely surrounded the statue and me. I didn't know how long I was bound but after what felt like hours due to my ADHD, I finally heard students piling into the auditorium.

I tried with renewed effort to escape but felt helpless as everyone piled in. Again I lost track of time until finally I heard everyone quiet down and the principle began talking. I wasn't paying a lot of attention only focusing on escaping until I heard the words I was dreading.

"And now… we reveal the new statue!" The principle said. After that, I was blinded by light as the curtains dropped. There was a moment of shocked silence as everyone took in the view of me and I hung my head in embarrassment. Then everyone began laughing. I looked through tearful eyes as everyone began taking pictures and as teachers tried to stop all of the commotions. The principle quickly ran up and began untying me asking me how this happened and seemingly acting like it was my fault. I thought it was stupid how she was asking me so many questions considering I couldn't talk and just look down in defeat. I burst into tears and cried until suddenly… it all stopped. All of my emotions just disappeared in that moment and the sound of a glass wall shattering into a million pieces crashed through my brain.

I stopped crying and waited to be untied. One of the teachers untied my feet while the principle untied the rope binding my hands and holding my body to the chair. Once I was free I stepped off of the chair and pulled my hands up to my face pulling the wig off of my head and taking the gag out of my mouth. I quickly closed my mouth and rubbed my jaw with my hands. Then I walked up to the microphone, ignoring the teachers who were trying to stop me and ask me questions.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I roared through the microphone. I watched as the auditorium fell silent and everyone stopped in their tracks.

"You are all a bunch of fucked up individuals. Tyler, Michael, Jack, Stacy, Rebecca, and Catherine! You all made my life a living hell! You have completely ruined my life and embarrassed me but NO MORE! I will not take any more of this bullshit from anyone! I will not be bullied or pushed around and anyone who gets in my way from this point on will pay with their LIFE!" I boomed through the microphone I was visibly shaking now and I slowly stepped off of the stage and into the center of the auditorium.

"I wish I was never a part of this world!" I screamed and then I slammed my hands into the ground. I watched as everything began shaking and I screamed in anger. I felt the tremors grow stronger and watched as chunks of the ceiling fell to the ground. Then I watched as everyone screamed in terror and began trying to escape the auditorium and building. A teacher made their way to me trying hard to walk while keeping their balance

"Theseus you need to calm down. I don't know what you are doing or how you are doing this but if you don't calm down you will kill everyone in here. Some of these students are innocent and good kids. Please! I have children!" I looked at the teacher and saw pain and fear in her eyes and then felt my anger vanish.

I fell to my knees crying and looked at my hands. The teacher embraced me in a hug and I let her comfort me until I saw the damage I caused. I pulled away from her and ran. I ran out of the building and past all of the fearful people. I ran to my bike and quickly drove off to my house. Once there I went to my room and started a game of Saints Row to calm down.

I played the game running around killing every gang member I could but my anger only returned. I quickly threw my controller at my television shattering it.

"I wish I was in your world. Where I could kill everyone who stood in my way and where I could be at the top." I slumped back into my bed as my dad, probably hearing the commotion, quickly ran into my room to check on me.

"Son what's… why are you in a cheerleader's uniform and makeup?" I looked him in the eyes and I couldn't take it anymore. I burst into tears and watched as he embraced me in a hug. I explained everything to him and just cried until the doorbell rang. My dad made his way upstairs to answer the door and I hopped in the shower to get cleaned up and clean off the makeup. After that, I got dressed in another pair of black cargo pants, a deep blue t-shirt, and my blue converse. I also had my ring and chain which were never taken from me so I put them on.

Once I was dressed I made my way upstairs to find Tyler, Jack, and Stacy talking to my dad.

"Dad, what is going on?"

"Well son, it appears these kids came to apologize. They even brought back your leather jacket and combat boots." I quickly grabbed my shoes and jacket while glaring at the kids. I put them on and set my converse to the side.

"What are you doing here?"

"We came to apologize," Tyler said.

"For what?" I asked. I looked at Tyler and ended up getting this bad feeling. I noticed him tense up and saw his right side tense as though he was going to move his hand.

"For you being stupid." After he said that I got angry but then he pulled a gun out and went to shoot me. My dad was faster, taking his gun out and shooting Tyler first. Stacy screamed as he fell down dead and my dad quickly leaned over to me checking to see if I was okay forgetting about the gun. My stomach dropped and before I could say anything about it Stacy picked it up and shot my dad in the back. I jumped at Stacy and knocked her down screaming in anger and we struggled as I tried to take her gun out of her hands.

We rolled over, again and again, trying to wrestle the gun from each other and Jack stood shocked not doing a thing until finally, he pulled Stacy off of me. She started kicking and screaming but managed to keep hold of her gun so I quickly picked up my dad's gun and pointed it at Stacy shooting her between the eyes. Jack dropped her in shock and put his hands up as I pointed the gun at him.

"Theseus, please. Please don't kill me. I… I am sorry for what happened I had no idea this was going to happen. Please!"

"No! Why should I let you live after everything you put me through? Why should I let you live after you got my father killed?"

"I… I… I know I don't deserve it but… please, I don't… I don't want to die! Please, I swear I won't ever bully another kid and I will help other kids and defend them from bullies. I… I will change just give me a chance… Please, I didn't know that Tyler was going to try and shoot you or that Stacy was going to shoot your dad. They only told me they were coming to apologize." I looked him in the eyes and could tell he was telling the truth. I also noticed that he was starting to cry.

"Son…" my dad coughed.

"Let the kid go. He is… he is innocent and deserves a second chance." I looked at my dad and just closed my eyes taking a deep breath.

"Get out of here Jack and if the police ask you what happened you tell them the truth. You tell them what Stacy and Tyler did. Why didn't Michael or Catherine come?"

"I don't know. Tyler said that they weren't allowed to leave their house after what happened at school because they got grounded but that they said they were going to apologize to you the next time you went to school."

"Okay then obviously they didn't know what was going to happen either since they said they were going to apologize later and weren't able to come. It was probably just Tyler and Stacy's idea." After Jack was gone I looked over at Stacy who was dead than at Tyler who was breathing real slowly. I walked up to him, turned him on his back and stepped in his bullet wound making him scream.

"How dare you! You tried to kill me and because of you, my dad might die. Let me return the favor." His eyes widen as I pointed the barrel of the gun at his head and shot him between the eyes. After that, I walked up to my dad and checked on him

"Dad… Please stay strong. You will be okay just hold on until the ambulance gets here." I pulled out my phone and went to call the cops but my dad stopped me.

"I… I am sorry son… but I… I am not going to make it."

"Dad, please! Please don't die on me! Don't leave me!" I began to cry and my dad just grabbed my hand clasped it firmly.

"Don't worry… I will go to a better place. I want you to know that I… I love you… I always have. You are meant for greatness son. Take my wallet. My money will automatically go to you once I am gone. Use it to make a life for you."

He pulled me into a hug and I broke down sobbing as he took his last breath. I sat there for a minute sobbing and broken and then I grabbed the money from his wallet and his credit cards. I placed them in my wallet and then I quickly made way downstairs. I started to pack some clothes so I could have some well on the run. I didn't want to be here if the police showed up. I looked at the television noticing that I had left my game on and I noticed that the epicenter of the impact where my controller first hit the T.V. was expanding. Then I saw my ring glow with a purple aura and watched as the shatter on the television folded inward and a vortex opened. I tried to grab something as the vortex pulled on me but I couldn't get a hold of anything and I was sucked into the vortex. After that, I blacked out. When I woke up again my situation had changed enormously.

"Hello?" A voice murmured through the darkness that clouded my mind. "Kid, you okay." It asked. I listened closely and felt as though the person seemed worried. I felt someone pushing on my body clearing the daze. I didn't know what to do or why I couldn't see anything. "Kid!" The voice exclaimed in a panic jolting me slightly and allowing me to finally move. I shook my head a little and slowly opened my eyes putting my hand up to block the light that poured into my vision. I faintly caught the blurry shape of what looked like a feminine figure.

"Kid you can't…." The person began to say before being cut off as gunshots rang through the air. My eyes shot open as the sound pierced through the air. The first thing I noticed was that there was a lady standing over me. I watched as she jumped slightly and looked to my left. "Fuck this! I am not dying for some random kid on the street." said the lady who took off running. I had to move. I had to figure out what the hell was going on and get the fuck off the streets. I rolled to my left as that thought ran through my head and climbed to my feet, the rush of standing causing me to become light headed.

I looked towards where the gunfire was, I saw that a couple of men in yellow and a couple of men in red were shooting at each other. The shooting had only been going on for a few seconds when a blue car appeared from down the street. Some more men wearing blue climbed out of the car holding a bunch of assault rifles. It didn't take a genius to realize that I was in the middle of witnessing an all-out gang war. Surprise and apprehension overwhelmed my mind and all I could think about was where had these gang members come from and why are they being so flashy. I don't remember any gangs where I lived, or at least, I don't remember any gangs operating in the open. Either way, as I stood there bullets flew through the air until I was snapped back to reality when one of the men in red turned their gun on me. My eyes widened in fear and I thought I was going to be gunned down when one of the men in blue shot him.

I was a bit surprised at that but I didn't want to waste my only chance at escaping.

"Hey behind you!" I yelled at the man in blue as he looked towards me. He quickly turned around and shot a man in yellow who was sneaking up on him and while he was distracted I took off running. I didn't want to get shot and sure as hell didn't think the men in yellow were going to be too happy about the fact that I got one of their men shot. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't even know where I was but I knew there had to be somewhere I could go that was safe.

One block, two blocks, four. I ran for about eight blocks before stopping to take a breath. As I stood there, hands on my knees, I felt my lungs heaving in my chest in an attempt to fill themselves with oxygen. I lifted my head and saw what appeared to be an abandoned church.

I thought the church looked familiar but in the end, I was so exhausted and just wanted a place to rest. I woke up in an unknown place to the sound of gunshots only to find a gang war going on and the fact that it was nighttime and I just lost my dad. My dad… after everything that we been through and all the things he has done for me, he is gone. Taken from me by some ignorant fucks who thought they were better than me.

Kids… kids who thought they were better than me and everyone else because of their money or mommies and daddies. I had been victimized and bullied throughout my years of school and the only person that helped me and kept me anchored to reality was my father. He kept me from going crazy or hurting myself and made sure that I always kept up with my school work. He constantly stressed to me about ignoring the other kids and just making sure that by the time I finished school I would have the grades I needed to get into any college I wanted.

He was my anchor and the only reason I didn't go insane and now he was gone. All of my emotions were gone. I knew I should be feeling something… Anger, Sorrow, Pain. Anyone of those emotions would have fit perfectly with what had happened and how I 'should feel' but they were not there. All I felt was… nothing… I felt empty, hollow, void. The absence of feeling anything.

As I finished catching my breath I stood up straight and took in a deep breath before proceeding to make my way across the street. I didn't know if the church was open to the public and with the fact that the church was currently being embraced by the pitch black darkness that many people referred to as night, I could not get a clear enough look tell if it was open. I was halfway across the road when I looked to my right and left.

Of course, that was also when I noticed a car about a block down that just happened to be blue in color. I couldn't say with absolute proof that it was a gang car but I was not going to take the risk. I began walking faster and watched the car hoping it would pass my street but in the end, I was not so lucky.

The car's brake lights came on as it stopped before the driver shifted the car into reverse and backed up. The driver then turned onto my street and peeled out as he gunned the gas pedal of the car to gain speed. Now I know you may be wondering how I knew that he gunned the pedal but it was obvious with the screeching of the tires as they tried to grip the concrete to gain traction. I knew the people in that car had probably been looking for me and if they weren't then they must think I am someone else because there was no one else on this street.

I nearly had a heart attack as fear, the only emotion I could feel, set in and my body began to move. I sprinted the rest of the way across the street and came to the main entrance of the church only to find that the doors were closed and locked. I wasn't giving up there though so I ran around the side of the church in search of another entrance only to find another door. I quickly tried it and almost yelled with joy and relief when it opened. I barely kept my calm as I yanked the door open and stepped inside.

I turned and shut the door slowly only realizing that I had entered just on time because the car drove straight passed the building. I thought it was odd that they didn't stop to come in when I was sure that they knew I had tried to enter the building at the other entrance but brushed it off and silently closed the door the rest of the way before locking it.

I stood for a moment and took a few deep breaths as I rested my hand on the door before backing up slowly and watching the door to see if someone was going to burst through. Nobody came through but I did yelp in pain as I tripped over something, fell on my ass, and twisted my ankle. I looked up at what tripped me and noticed a giant marble pillar and then checked my ankle to find that it wasn't broken. I knew it would need a splint to heal it faster so I climbed to my feet and decided to take a look around the church.

Upon first glance, I could see that the room I was in was a huge opening with pillars supporting the roof. I also noticed some pews close to the pillar I tripped over and next to those, in the middle of the walkway connecting my room to another, was a shelf with a wooden pew and a couch behind it. The pew and couch were facing a wall that had two openings on either side of it that led to different rooms.

I walked into the opening on the right and found a room with a table with chairs around it and a desk to the right of the table. I completely ignored my surroundings, walking straight up to the desk and opening its drawers. I was in luck as I did so because I found a .22 caliber Beretta handgun and a tec-9 SMG. I picked up both guns and inspected them as I opened the other drawer where I found some purple t-shirts and a Bowie knife with its sheath.

I figured the guns and the knife would do well for self-defense, and that I could cut the purple t-shirts into strips and use the strips to make the splint. After grabbing the guns, knife and a couple of t-shirts, I slipped the SMG into my leather jacket, the pistol into my jeans, and then put the knife on my belt.

When I turned to head back to the main room I found an empty picture frame sitting against a wall so I picked it up and carried it with me to the main room as well. I knew the frame would be good for my support for my splint, so after I set my t-shirts down on the seat of the pew, I picked up the picture frame, and I broke it into pieces by slamming it into the pew. I placed two pieces of wood on the sides of my leg and a piece of wood at the back of my leg to keep it straight.

I knew I couldn't hold the boards into place while stripping the t-shirts so I figured out where I wanted them before moving them to the side and stripping my t-shirts. Once that was done I replaced them and held them with one hand as I tied one strip of cloth around the middle of the boards to partially hold them still. After that, I carefully tied two more strips at both ends of the boards before retying the middle strip.

I sighed once I had my splint finished and ran my hands through my hair. I had messy obsidian black hair which was long to the point where it fell in front of my eyes obscuring them from view, which often gave me that rebel look. I usually parted hair to either side so that I could see. My eyes were a deep shade of purple that looked like they came straight from the universe. I had deep caramel brown skin and I was 6 feet tall exactly. My dad told me that my eyes and hair looked a lot like my mom's but that my skin tone came from him.

I ran my hands through my hair thinking about everything once more and how I got here. I couldn't believe how everything had happened but felt as though this was only the beginning. I sat there for a few minutes before I stood up, slipped off my leather jacket and set it on the ground in front of the couch, using it to hide my pistol and SMG, before laying down so that I was staring up at the ceiling of the church.

"Mom… I wish you were here right now. I wish you could be here to know what happened to dad… To explain some things to me like why you left. I wish I had met you." I said quietly. I knew my mom couldn't hear me but I didn't care. I stared at the ceiling for a while and before the exhaustion overtook me and I fell asleep. Little did I know, I was in for some weird dreams and a rude awakening?

AN: This story is going to be a major crossover story with Saints Row, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and the Avengers. It isn't going to constantly crossover, though. I plan to write the saints part of the story out first then write into PJO and Avengers. After I have written them all out they will have a major crossover. So I guess this is technically just a Saints Row story but it will have references to the other two story sets so that is why I am saying it is a crossover.