Hey there! Here's an OC-only Percy Jackson based story. Rated T for language and violence. May become darker. First Percy Jackson fanfic, please be kind. :D

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything by my OCs.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"... Up."

Beep. Be- SLAP!

"I SAID, WAKE UP!"

The voice was unfamiliar. The room was unfamiliar. The pain- it was nothing. The hand was unfamiliar. The bed was unfamiliar.

Dark blue eyes narrowed in anticipation of another strike. Unconsciously, his body tensed, ready to avoid a blow.

But the woman took no notice of it. She had a distinct, bird-like look to her, and continued her yelling undeterred. "... After giving so much up to help a useless lump like you, this is what I get? You little shit, you better get your ass up today. I don't care if you couldn't move last night. At least we don't have a doctor's fee to worry about."

He looked down to his hand and flexed it experimentally. His body felt weird. Had he been sick or something? Taking no notice of the woman, he continued to try to remember what had happened.

"... Listening to me?" The woman's grating voice cut through his thoughts, and she raised her hand to strike.

A spark lit somewhere in himself, and before he knew it, his body acted on his own. Arm up, grab the wrist of your opponent, especially if they're weaker. Turn, and use yourself as a lever. Let gravity do the rest, but follow up quickly.

It was as if his body had a mind of it's own. He didn't realize what he was doing, but he had the woman pinned on the floor and had growled into her ear, "I don't know who the hell you are, or what the hell you want. Leave me alone."

With a shove, he pushed himself off the ground. It took a couple of seconds for him to orient himself. A moment passed, and then an expression of shock crossed his face. Had he done that? Where was he? Thinking about all the basics, he realized that he didn't even know who he was. Or how old he was, or anything about him. He stood there, confused, for another moment or so, and then pushed open the door.

Chaotic feelings of panic were beginning to take hold of him. Dammit, why couldn't he remember anything? As he burst out of the room, he was greeted with a very dull, lackluster entryway. A man stood before him, glowering down at the boy. "What did you do, you pathetic insect?"

It only took a glace behind him to send the man into a rage. "YOU-! FOR YOUR SEVENTEEN MISERABLE YEARS, YOU'VE JUST BEEN A PATHETIC WEAKLING. WE GAVE YOU A HOME, AND A BED TO REST IN, AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY US?" The man's face was turning an amusingly bright red by then as he screamed at the boy.

It was strange how, when he was in a tense situation, he seemed to calm down. Like he was made for these situations. An icy gaze drifted across the man's red face. "I don't know who you are," he stated, "but get out of my face."

"Or what?" The man sneered, taking a menacing step forward, "don't tell me- you'll beat me up like you beat up my dainty wife?"

And then, he made a mistake.

Raising a fist, the man took a swing at him. Time seemed to slow.

Don't tense up, relax. Who had told him that? Be like liquid water, or like a cloud in that sky you love so much. His body reacted, too fast for his mind to follow. Scatter, and don't let yourself be caught. His body dropped, and the fist sailed above his head. The man's face contorted into an expression of anger and shock. And then- strike. You know what to do. You'll feel it. Right. Strike. His leg shot out from under him and knocked the man's leg away, making him fall.

In one fluid motion, he pressed one hand on the back of the man's neck and the other held his previously raised arm behind him.

"Okay, okay! I - I give up!" The man's angry tone turned into a pleading one. "H-Hey, I said stop, boy. BOY! I SAID ST- OW!" He wasn't thinking, only reacting. He pressed the man's arm harder into his back. "BOY- ADRIEN!"

… Adrien? Was that- was that his name? He blinked, returning to the current situation. He allowed his arms to relax, and backed away. Adrien, huh? Not a bad name, he supposed. As soon as the man was up, he began to shout insults.

"WE SHOULD HAVE LEFT YOU IN THE ORPHANAGE. WE SHOULDN'T HAVE OFFERED TO FOSTER YOU. YOU ARE NO CHILD OF GOD, YOU DEMON! YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE COCKROACH, MAY GOD BANISH YOU SO YOU NEVER WALK THIS EARTH AGAIN. OH, DID THAT GET YOU? I BET YOUR MOTHE-"

The man's insults turned into silent gasps of pain as Adrien silenced him with a vicious kick between the legs. Why did that specific comment make him so angry? Clenching his fists so hard they bled, Adrien stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him so hard he broke one of the already rusty hinges.

It was chilly outside, but Adrien was too mad to care. He had a white dress shirt on, with vertical, dotted navy blue lines. It was a light cotton, and didn't protect much from the weather. His black pants were flexible enough for him to run in, and his gray Converse were comfortable. Without a set destination, he ran down stairs of the shabby apartment building.

When he burst out of the building, he squinted into the light for a moment, trying to readjust his eyesight.

"Oi! Adrien!"

A male voice called out from his left. A boy around his age with shaggy, curly brown hair ran up to him with an odd, lopsided gait. Adrien glanced him over with a confused look. He didn't move forward, staying his ground but ready to flee if needed.

"Dude, what's with that look?" The boy walked forwards slowly, a concerned look on his face. "You okay, man? Something up?"

Adrien gave him a confused look. "Who are you? Do you know me?"

"Dude," the boy said again, much to Adrien's confusion, "duh. We've only been friends for, what, three years?"

Yet another confused frown made its way onto Adrien's face. He slowly shook his head, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

The other boy looked just as confused now. He scratched his head, something darker poking out. "Do you have amnesia or something, man? That's so weird. Well, I guess I should start explainin-"

Adrien skittered backwards from the building, towards the other boy. He looked on in confusion. Staring at the doorway, Adrien was alert, wary of what might come. "Gods, what's wrong with you?" The boy asked, "it's just a door. You just came out of there."

But he stopped short when a large snake shot out of the door, splintering the wood. Adrien's body threw itself down, rolling out of the way. The other boy had done the same, though it was notably clumsier. Adrien jumped up, but before he could do anything, the boy yelled out, "wait! Don't touch it!"

In response to Adrien's confused look, he pushed himself off the ground and kept explaining, "they're called Basiliskos, this is going to sound really strange, but they're monsters! Don't touch them or get in the way of their breath!"

Adrien looked confused, but lunged out of the way as the foot long snake reared up again and attacked. "Thanks, I think, but why?"

The snake flew past them and hit a tree. The tree withered, turning a dead brown. As it breathed on the grass, the grass also died. Adrien didn't need an answer. "So," he called instead, "what do we do about it?"

"Nothing!" The boy called back, but then stuck his fingers in his mouth to make a loud whistle. "Aria! We need some help here!"

A flaming arrow shot down from the top of a nearby tree, intercepting the snake as it tried to lunge again. "I got it, Cedar!"

The snake looked up at the tree in anger, and then lunged upwards. With perfect aim, another flaming arrow shot straight down the snake's throat. With a hiss, it burst into ashes. Adrien simply stared on in shock.

A girl around his age with brown hair dropped from the tree and retrieved her arrows, carefully wrapping them in a cloth without touching them. She then stuck them back in her quiver and drew another one, holding it loosely in her bow. "No time for explanations, there are more coming." She quickly glanced around, and then gestured for the two boys to follow. "Come on! We'll get killed at this rate. We have to get you to safety," she said to Adrien, and then to the other boy, Cedar, she said, "and take off your feet, will you?"

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