Thank you for reading this. This is my second story and I would appreciate anything you have to say. So please review. All rights go to Rick Riordan. Thank you. So without further ado enjoy.
A seven year old child ran through the streets of New York. The Rain plastered his raven black hair to his face. He had tanned skin and a single sea green eye. His left eye had a scar running above and below his eye. Blood streamed down his face. He wore a blood stained grey t-shirt, and blue jeans, along with a pair of tennis shoes.
This was Perseus Jackson. He had just witnessed the death of his mother and lost his eye to his damned step father. He ran through the streets and alleys of New York praying for a swift death or a savior. He slumped to the ground in an abandoned alley way. 'Maybe now I can just stop running. I can see mom again.' He picked up the locket that he had around his neck. The locket was a golden heart. He opened it up to see a picture of him and his mom smiling together.
He let the tears go now. All of his hate sadness and grief let out. He fell asleep hoping for a quick death and to not wake up again.
While he slept a figure looked down upon him with pity in his eyes. He wore a white and red jacket with blue jeans and a pair of running shoes. Blood stained his face. He had salt and pepper colored hair and electric blue eyes. He looked to be around forty or so years old. On his right arm was a vambrace. He wore greaves and bracers on his arms and legs.
This was Thomas Thide. He was a member of the assassin brother hood or what was left of it. He had lost most if not all of his friends in an attack. He didn't know who or what ordered the attack. He looked down upon the broken body of this boy. He gently picked up the boy and left the alley.
After several minutes of running he reached what looked to be an abandoned warehouse. He slide inside and closed the doors. He went to a door that led underground. When he reached the bottom it looked like a command post of sorts. It had laptops and boards with pictures and thin pieces of string tacked to it.
At the far end was a bed. Thomas went up to it and set down the child in his arms. He tried to fix what damage he could. He eventually put a bandage around the kids head. He cut off the grey bloodied shirt and took it off. He stared at the Childs chest. He had scars adorning his body. He threw the bloody clothes away and covered up the kid with a blanket.
He then thought about what he was going to do. He had no way of knowing whether or not the others made it out or not. He couldn't contact anyone because the attackers probably got a hold of the codes and frequencies they used. That and he had a kid that was beaten and bloodied. Then he got an Idea. He could train the kid in the arts of the assassin. He would solve both problems the kid could be his partner and he would find out what to do with the kid. He then went and sat down on a couch resigning to sleep.
Percy opened his eyes reluctantly getting up from his comfortable sleep. In fact this felt like the best sleep he had in ages. He got up and noticed this wasn't his room and this wasn't his bed. 'Am I dead?' He asked himself. He sat up and swung his feet to his left. The floor was cool to the touch. He got up and noticed his shirt had been removed.
"Wondered how long you were going to be out." Came a voice. He looked over to see a man sprawled out on a couch. He wore a red and white jacket and blue jeans. He had salt and pepper colored hair and electric blue eyes that seemed to glow. "Th-thanks I guess." Stuttered out Percy. "Am I dead?" Questioned Percy. The man let out a bark of laughter. "No, no not yet anyway." He said.
Thomas looked into the kid's one sea green eye and saw something that scared him. He saw nothingness, no hope, no life none of the innocence that a kind should have. His eyes looked like one of the veterans eyes. Eyes that belonged to people who have seen things that should be forgotten. Eyes that were hollow and empty.
"Hey kid what's your name?" Asked the Man. Percy looked at the man. "Percy Jackson sir." He responded in a voice void of any emotion. "Where your parents?" He asked. Almost immediately he regretted it. "My Moms dead. My stepfather murdered her." He responded his eyes glazing over in memory. "Well seeing as how you can't go back there I have an offer for you." Percy looked at him. "I need an apprentice someone to train. I'm believe it or not an assassin. Recently we were attacked and we're a bit short of people. I can train you to be one of us. I can give you a chance at revenge." He said. Percy looked up at the man. In his one good eye was the fire the will to live that every person should have. "You're positive you can give me this chance?" He asked. The man smiled at him. "Yeah I can give you the chance for revenge. Now do you accept?" He asked. Percy looked at him. "I accept." The man grinned at him. "Good now a bit of warning the training you're going to go through will be hell. By the way Names Thomas Thide." The man gave Percy a grin and held his hand out. Percy gripped the other man's hand and shook it. "Welcome to the assassins Percy Jackson."