The Fellowship

by allowmetofangirl

Percy's a detective having to deal with what appears to be a mass murderer at hand but what happens as it begins to unfold that who he once thought were the killers were actually on his side. Percy must deal with inner conflict as he joins his unlikely allies not telling anyone that he has done so. What will he do when he finds the truth behind the identity of the killer...R&R

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - Escape

A.N- Just to clarify, these character do obviously not belong to me, they are currently owned by Rick Riordan but have had such a huge impact in my life that I could not help but try to create a fanficion with them. Please review as this is my first time trying quite hard to create an interesting story and feedback would help so much to this creative process, thank you so much and enjoy

The skin was translucent, which was not uncommon among dead bodies but still was a frightening image to gaze upon. The body lay alone in a deserted alley not two feet away from a bristling street packed with cars itching to drive home for an early night and pedestrians wandering aimlessly; hoping to have gained some enjoyment from another "night on the town". The victim's face was frozen with its last expression. Fear. Its mouth was agape, yellow stained teeth moulded with darkness of the poorly lit alley. Once blue eyes, now faded towards the colour white, held a wide daunted stare and stored a hidden fear within the depths of the forgotten pupils. He was dressed smart. A silk suit lay crumpled upon his skin, wrinkles and creases riddled the entirety of the three piece, destroying the designer quality. Scarlet red liquid scarred the white shirt which was now torn vertically across the man's stomach.

An open wound stretched across his stomach disrupting the once unscaved skin. A shard of silver was still impaled in the wound, its metal glow reflected the full moon that stood proud in the sky, defying all the stars in its line of view, challenging them almost. A shadow towered over the limp man as it crouched down. A gloved hand reached to remove the blade from the body, with precision and skill rivaled only by a trained surgeon. As the hand grasped the wanted object blood spewed from the now stretched wound coating the hand with a thin layer that held a thick viscosity of rose red paint, as if someone had marred the brown leather glove with cheap lip gloss. The smell was quite distinct, reeking the air with an aroma of hopelessness and despair dampening the mood of the neglectant passerby, ignorant of the tragedy that occurred only one street away. The open wound squelched with every movement causing the gloved man to squirm and shudder with every prominent sound.

"God, I hate this part," the figure muttered, once again squirming. A thick hand awkwardly patted the figures shoulder as he inched backwards turning his nose as far away from the body as physically possible. As if the smell had personally offended his nostrils.

"Well, someone's got to do it," the second man responded, he choked as a lump of intestine plopped onto the hard tarmac, he swivelled away on the spot shuddering, "and unfortunately we picked the short straws this time."

"Doesn't make me feel any better."

"I wasn't trying to," he remarked, "Just hurry up, the faster we get this sorted the quicker we can go...be careful not to leave too big a mess you idiot we can't let the- No don't pull it too fast, here give it."

The second figure stepped forward towards the body, a dim cheap lamp, which hung aimlessly overhead, illuminated what features of the second man that were not hidden from view by a silk white hood. A pair of narrow eyes, with pupils as blue as the untamed ocean, stood out from the pale skin of the man. His broad shoulders made his chest stick slightly forward, in an almost smug and proud manner. His sharp jaw had slight stubble, with tiny hairs that fluttered in the light breeze and his spiked, dirty blond hair caught in the shine of the light, trimmed to an army style buzz cut. A small scar graced his bottom lip stretching vertically down to the right.

The scarred man gently pushed the kneeling figure to the side as he reached forward toward the open wound. The other stepped back further into the light.His wavy, black hair sat wildly upon his shoulder, stray hair lay in every direction causing his appearance to look like he had just woken up. His thick dark eyebrows were pulled close together causing a crease to form between his bright brown eyes that shone with mirth and amusement, and despite their brightness camouflaged with the blackness of the night sky. He had a round face which resulted features being wide in proportion.

Both men wore white robes with leather sashes that stored knifes that glistened in the moonlight and switch blades which sparkled under the artificial lighting. An array of hidden artillery was also stashed beneath the neverending fabric for the cloth. They wore heavy suede dark oak boots that caused a resounding thump to heard with every step either man took which would usually draw them attention but in the deserted alley there was no attention to buy.

The black haired man glanced over his shoulder nervously, clenching his fists open and closed over and over again in a repetitive rhythm, chewing on bottom lip, its tips inching downwards with each passing second.

"Quit that," the second man smirked without looking over. The standing figure scrunched up his face and narrowed his eyes at the man, forgetting his previous actions and all feeling anxiety he felt beforehand.

"I've known you for what? Eight years? And I still don't know how you do that Jason."

"And you won't know for at least another five Leo," Jason chuckled still tugging at the shard, "Oh almost got it… just one- dammit."

Jason pushed back and sat on his knees slouching as he brought his hand up to his face and rubbed his chin. The bronze leather glove scratched and scaved the thin layer of stubble growing. Blood clung to the small hairs as he pulled his hand back sharply cursing at his own ignorance.

"What? Something up?" Leo questioned, creeping toward Jason, who was still gazing at the body with annoyance. Jason snorted, "Is something up? No I usually just try to remove murder weapons from dead bodies every Friday night," he grumbled, "usually before I go the bar for drinks." He looked up at Leo, "Do you know any good bars around here anyway Flame Boy?"

"Ha, ha, ha who knew you had a sense of humor," Leo snorted rolling his eyes.

"Watch your tongue Leo, you've got to respect your elders you know."

"You're like two years older than me!" Leo cried. Stepping back he grumbled, "What were you moaning about anyway?"

Jason looked down his hood covering his whole face in a white shadow. He mumbled something incoherent into his white cloak, which was covering one shoulder, bringing his shoulders closer together and lifting his hand to scratch his ear causing it to turn blood red.

Putting his own hand to his ear and cupping it around comically Leo mockingly questioned, "I'm sorry what was that?"

Grinding his teeth Jason gritted out, "The blade's stuck." He clenched his eyes shut and turned his head away from Leo's mocking face.

Laughing Leo walked forward, "Here let-"

A siren cut the comment off. Various cars skidded to a stop at the entrance of the alley, the constant flickering of the red and blue lights shone bright, blinding the alley in a striking spectacle of light clearly outdoing the poor work of the frail light above their heads. Deep baritone voices boomed out orders; "Go left down the alley!"

"Flank them!"

"Don't let them escape!"

"Ridgewell, Braxton you two call for backup!"

Whipping their heads back, eyes wide and frightened, they stumbled backwards blinded with the multitude of voices, sounds and noise, unable to comprehend the situation so suddenly.

"Oh shi-" Leo whimpered, leaning against the wall for support. His hands automatically lunged to his sides grasping the rows of sharp, sliver knives held in pockets strapped around his stomach.

"Watch your language," Jason cut off. He grabbed Leo's wrist and pulled them back to his side, looking up and down the alley for an escape, a calculate look in his navy eyes, as he walked backwards, "dammit follow me."

"What about the blade? We can't leave it here, the police will take it for evidence." Leo gestured wildly at the body before ducking to dodge a haywire bullet that whizzed overhead.

"We can have Beckendorf hack their system, just move come on!" He yelled as he jumped towards a ladder on a fire escape just a foot away. Using his boots as friction against the wall he launched his body at full force to the rung that hung overhead. His fingers grazed the bottom of the metal rung before he fell, knees bent and hands spread on all fours. Hissing as Leo helped him up by the elbow, Jason motioned for Leo to place his foot on his hands.

"Here let me boost you," Jason spoke, voice ladened with panic as his feature scrunched up causing his scar to tear open and a thin line of blood to trickle out and drip onto his pure white outfit, marring it.

"Yeah, cause I'm shorter than you and that will totally work," Leo muttered before he placed his hands on Jason's shoulders; one foot on his outstretched palms the other bent ready to help him push himself upwards. Using the momentum of the boost Leo wrapped his hands firmly around the first rung. He pulled himself up, grunting, grim clinging to his silk cloak turning it into a murky grey in random spots around his chest and arms. Once fully up Leo released the latch for the ladder that landed on the tarmac with an audible clang. With urgency Jason clambered up the ladder ducking at passing bullets that grazed past his body.

"Come on!" Leo yelled climbing up the stairs above with haste. He grabbed two plant pots that sat idly on the window sill of one of the apartments next to the fire escape, throwing with all his might, Leo launched the stray petunias and daisies towards the police below. Confused at the falling vegetation the police scrambled and dodged, officers barking out confused orders to even more startled police.

"Watch out for those lilies cadet!"

"Sir I think those are actually roses!"

The occupants of the apartments rushed forwards towards the windows in hopes of gaining more insight in the commotion that was occurring outside their own homes at such a late time of night. Children pressed their face closer, some even attempting in opening the window, awe struck expressions gazed at the fight between the confused and agitated police and a stranger armed with their neighbors flowers, while their parents pulled them back alarmed with trepidation plastered in their eyes for their safety.

"Argh!" Jason yelped. Falling forward on the harsh steps he clutched his leg his hands now coated with more blood except this time his own. A stray bullet had been impaled in his right calf drenching it in blood as red as rubies. The wound itself was not large, only a couple of centimetres wide, and had gone all the way through. But still, it caused Jason to feel a wave of pain that made his head spin and sight begin to waver.

"Jason!" Leo cried. He sprinted down the steps taking two at a time. Tripping occasionally he gripped the rail of the fire escape tighter still throwing plants, and even an odd bush or two, at the police, who were now climbing the ladder at the bottom of the escape.

Dammit should have lifted that back up, Leo thought bitterly. He grabbed Jason's arm pulling it over his shoulder and helping him up urgently yet with a gentle touch. Jason moaned as more blood poured from the wound and his sight darkened further, stars now flashed and faded before his eyes. "C'mon," Leo muttered, "hold on Superman only two more flights, hold on for me buddy."

"I would if you'd shut up," Jason shot back as they ascended up the last flight of stairs and onto the roof. Setting Jason down against the small brick wall of the roof he dashed across to the other side. Looking down he swore. There's no way we'd survive that fall, he thought as he looked at the roof of the building straight ahead, or maybe we could…

"Jason get up," Leo ordered as he ran back, "get ready to jump."

"What did you say!" Jason roared as Leo janked him up and pulled him forward as the two hobbled across the roof.

"Jump!" Leo yelled shoving him over the edge and watching him climb onto the roof of the other building. He glanced back at the police who were now just staggering to the top of the fire escape before jumping himself.

Heaving himself up the wall on the second roof Leo landed flatly on the roof floor inches from where Jason lay, moans producing from his limp and immobile form. This caused a spark of determination to be alight in Leo as he crawled towards Jason, pushing himself up with outstretched hands.

"Okay come on Jason, get up lazy lump, I'm not letting you die today." Leo swung one of Jason's arms around his shoulder and gripped his hand tightly in his fist as they both hobbled along the second rooftop eye scouring for another escape route.

"There," Jason panted, his breaths were becoming more wheezy with each impending second gone by, he threw his liberated hand around in the general direction of the side of the roof. "A door," Jason continued, still in agony from the worsening gunshot wound. He moved his hand down towards his thigh clutching at the dripping injury with insistence. An entrance to the roof via the stairway inside was situated at the left hand side of the apartment roof, why no one had decided to cut them off here by using the route was a mystery to Leo but he guessed that the police hadn't thought they were stupid enough to jump off the first roof to begin with.

"Stay here dude, I'll be right back." Leo mumbled to Jason as he set him down once more. "I can't exactly go anywhere!" He exclaimed to Leo watching his retreating form. Sprinting to the door, slipping on the slick floor once or twice, Leo grasped the worn metal handle and forcefully jerked the handle downwards, but with every determined shove the door would not open. Locked. That won't stop me, Leo thought defiantly as he pulled the rusted, oil deprived handle down so hard that Snap! He glanced down at his hand. The handle to the door sat lifeless and mockingly praising Leo for his idiotic efforts.

"There's no way down it's...eh... locked," Leo called back as he ran and picked Jason up once again, hoping that he would not question why he simply did not pick the lock. Thankfully Jason was too far-gone to question it.

"There's another fire escape there and we parked the car just one block down from here." Jason's eyes drifted to the back of the building where the fire escape stood, sheltered by the small structure of the door they had attempted to open only a few minutes ago. It was a long way down, at least ten flights of stairs and with the way Jason was leaning on him, it wouldn't be easy.

"Dude are you insane! You can't climb down another ladder with an injury like that you'll probably kill yourself in the process!"

"Leo we don't have a choice, we are being chased by at least a dozen policemen and their vicious, bestial dogs!"

Leo spared a fleeting glance back. The door to the roof of the first building that they originally climbed was now agape with floods of armed police officers crawling out the open frame. As Jason had correctly stated they were armed with dogs, of which they were struggling to maintain control of, their muscles straining, veins clearly visible. The growls emitted from the beasts as they inched forward towards the ladder that was still released. As they barked their ginormous frames shook, trembling, that is what you could see of them. They blended into the night. The thick coat of black fur like a layer of camouflage aided them in their conquest for blood. Yellow beady eyes stared back, pupils dripping black dilated to consume what brightness was left. Pearly teeth shone, temporarily blinding those who had the misfortune to gaze upon the nightmarish sight. Their noses scrunched. Distinct clouds of condensed air shot through the nostrils of the German Shepherds as they used their sharpened claws to scratch at the edge if the first roof, ears perched and pointed constantly moving to any sound heard.

Leo halted in their stampede forward, he turned to Jason, a quizzical expression portrayed upon his face.

"What in God's name made you stop you fool!" Jason exclaimed trying to edge Leo forward with what little strength he still possessed while fighting a battle to stay awake, "Come on move!"

"What does bestial mean?"

"Oh, shut up you blubbering idiot, I'll tell you if we survive!"

"When don't we survive?"

"Right now if you don't move."

20 minutes later

The rain heaved coating the mysterious silhouette in a second skin. Its wetness clung to his rugged almond toned trench coat as its sleek droplets cascaded downward. He spat on the ground. This place is a dump, he thought pacing the overgrown field. The ageless blades of grass, now a crispy brown, crunched under the sole of his charcoal shoes and then lay limp on the ground, finally at peace. He lazily scratched his jaw. The brittle of the stubble irritated his fingertips, causing them to blush a rosy red colour that stood out against the paleness of his palm. He squinted his eyes as he gazed upward, more droplets of rain landed on his face, sliding down, but they were ignored. It was dark. The moon, the sole source of illumination, sparkled with its round shape reflecting a beam of light towards the Earth. Stars were scattered, wearily glowing but a dim spark.

He grunted. There should be something here; he thought once more, as he continued to pace and search restlessly around the field. He tugged his coat around him with more insistence, hoping to block out the unfortunate shivers ransacking his form. No such luck. He coughed, his lungs rejecting the sharp air it was forced to breath. His icy breath regurgitated created miniature clouds of condensed air in front of his eyes. The clouds danced and fluttered in the wind almost as if tiny people were controlling them.

He brought his wrist closer to his emerald gaze; using his other palm to shield the glass for the falling droplets. The screen was smeared, particles of lone dust and dirt gather shielding the hands for the eyes of the concealed man. He used the sleeve of his dark blue shirt to wipe it away and with a sigh squinted his eyes, further, to read the illegible roman numerals. He had been here for at least an hour, with no sign of what the mysterious caller had guaranteed would be present.

Well what did you expect for an anonymous call at two in the morning idiot, he scolded himself. Shoving his hands in his right pocket he produced a lighter and a cigarette box. The lighter was a novelty gift he had received from his brother after his trip to India the previous Summer. An elephant stood on one leg a headdress was adorned on the creature's head as it struck a "tree" pose, its hands flat together and one leg raised to its knee. Engraved on the bottom of the lighter in simple silver was the man's name. Percy.

Flipping the trunk open a flame sparked, its amber glow was the only source of light in the abandoned field. Tipping the cigarette towards the flame it caught on fire, he brought it closer to his mouth. Inhale. Maybe I could just leave. Exhale. A trail of grey smoke fluttered in the air before disappearing into nothingness. He put his hand down next to his side, shifting his hand to allow the burnt ash to fall, sizzling.

A pair of headlights and silent hum of an engine disturbed the Percy from his musings. What the hell? An SUV sharply swerved into the field crumpling the crops and grass, moving left to right hazardously it glided over the turfs on dirt before skidding to a stop, stalling.

He dropped to the ground. The liquidized mud below squelched as it clung to the trench coat, turing the brown a shade darker than before. Stuffing his lighter in his inside pocket, and throwing the cigarette away, he moved his hand to his waist, fingers grazing the handle of his gun, concealed from sight. Breathing hard he watched the scene from afar.

The driver's door was flung open. A commotion was heard from the inside of the car; the sound of a seatbelt being unplugged, the rusting of cloths scraping against the seat at a fast pace, the whiplash of the seat belt retracting and clanging against the door. A figure collapsed on the ground on all fours. Its form rattled with panic ladened pants and the occasional choking on the frozen air as these breaths condensed at the instant of regurgitation.

I should help, Percy considered loosening his light grip on the gun, he began to stand his intention of helping the man as the blades of grass tickled his exposed skin and mud embraced his body. The panting figure then stood up and reflecting, in the bright glow of the headlights was blood. Oh fuc-

Percy pounced forward, gun now out in the open clasped firmly between two steady hands, although slick with rain held with a strong grip. Muscles tense he rushed to the man, who still sat kneeling his body convulsing. The fallen man opened his before closed eyes and stumbled backwards as the chocolate brown caught sight of the alarmed man charging towards him. He fumbled around his stomach area, in hopes of reaching something to defend himself, Percy concluded, but was soon staring down the barrel of a 9MM pistol.

"Hands behind your head," Percy stated more calmly than he truly felt. His deep gravely voice echoed in the deserted field as time stood still. The light breeze had halted, the air stale and bitter, the distant cry of migrating birds had been drowned out from the pounding in both the inhabitants ears as the blood rushed to their head, making them experience nausea and lightheadedness.

"On your knees and hands behind your head," he repeated, this time pressing the cold metal right between his eyes causing his frame to slightly shudder. The man slowly inched downwards, each second moving more slower than the last.

"Whose is that?" He questioned, twitching his pistol to the man's stained clothes. The man looked down refusing to meet Percy's gaze, choosing instead to stare at the decaying vegetation; stray sticks, loose blades of grass, lost leaves that fluttered from trees around the field.

"Hey buddy," Percy said clicking his fingers in front of the kneeling man's face, "face is up here. Oi answer me!"

A sharp stab of pain emitted from the back of Percy's head, he dropped his gun that flew across the ground, skidding to a stop and becoming lodged in the mud. He bit down hard on his bottom lip causing his mouth to fill with the metallic tang of blood as he fell on his knees towards the ground; one hand reaching to cradle his wounded head as the other blindly reached behind him. His fingers grasped at cotton fabric, grabbing a fistful he janked his assailant weakly over his right shoulder flipping him.

The attacker landed on the ground, his lanky limbs sprawled out, the breath forced out of his lungs as he shoved Percy back. Percy stumbled as he regained his footing in bumpy ground. If it was a fight they wanted, it was a fight they were going to get.

Raising his arms in a defensive pose, one slightly raised above the other, he charged towards the standing man with a right hook. Taking the man by surprise he managed to land a strong punch to his jaw, a purple bruise was already beginning to form. Spitting the blood out of his mouth, the bruised figure raised a hand to clutch at his jaw.

Chuckling the man raised his fists and spread his legs shoulder width apart, "Is this how we're going to do it?" And with that the man shot a punch towards Percy's unprotected stomach with his hand.

Percy launched his forearm forward to block the attack. The punch caused a ripple of pain to manifest and spread throughout his throbbing arm. Drawing back his heartbeat raced in his chest while his lungs surged, his rib cage rattled in protest; bones crackling against one another.

Percy raised his arm once more, now throbbing in pain, and slammed his fist into his assailant's chest in hopes of winding him. His knuckles cracked in pain as it came in contact. It was solid, almost like punching a sheet of iron. Staggering back confused Percy shook his fist to try and regain some feeling in his finger once more against the unrelenting aching.

The other man's eyes widened as if a light bulb had erupted in his head. Panting animalistically, his hands dived towards his sides as he withdrew two sleek and keen knives from their hiding place with a hiss. Crossing his arm in a 'x' shape the man clenched the knives in his palms, knuckles turning white from the lack of blood flowing. His eyebrows furrowed, sweat beating down.

"Look, I really don't want to hurt you, and I've had a rough day. So if you could just walk away and forget what you saw then this will all be over." The man pleaded. His eyes were filled with sincerity, and muscles taut. Taking this opportunity to catch his breath, Percy noted that his attacker had maintained a defencive pose for the entirety of the fight. But why?

Steeling his eyes and questions for later Percy knew that the only way he would get answers was if he apprehended the man. He spat the blood left in his mouth on the ground and cracked his neck as he weakly raised his arms once more.

"Well, I've been told that I have a stubbornness problem."

Rushing forward teeth clenched, he grabbed one of the man's wrist; gripping it so hard that the knife dropped on the ground. On instinct, the man raised his other hand. His knife grazed his cheek, blood spewed from the wound as Percy brought down his elbow on the man's arm causing him to drop the other knife. His attacker shoved him back by the shoulders; fingernail digging into his skin making an indent in his trench coat.

Percy's hand flew to his cheek, wincing as the pain inflamed tenfold and blood stuck to his hand. Staring disoriantly at the blood Percy blinked lazily and squinted his eyes, he rubbed his hand on his trousers and gritted his teeth together, ignoring the pain from the cut.

Percy raised his leg to kick his side in hopes of gaining an upper hand. Seeing this, with almost inhuman speed and reflex, the man grabbed his calf with both hands and twisted it to his left, causing Percy to lose his balance and fall face first in the mud pile that the tires of the car had dug up. He heard the man begin to move away from him and towards the other man who was still left on the ground, groaning. His footsteps squelched in the mud with every step, the geim clinging to his boots. Not so fast.

Rolling sideways Percy stuck his leg out to trip his attacker. Caught unaware, thinking he was unconscious; the man fell next to Percy, the back of his head crunched against the ground with a resounding thump. His hands flew to the gash on his head. Cradling it with care as he groaned in pain from his injuries. Taking the opportunity of his opponent's moment of weakness Percy launched himself on top of the man and held his fist in a stationary punching motion, daring him to attempt anything.

His frame shook with deep threatening breaths. Percy's sea green eyes were wide with annoyance at the attack; the green seemed to swirl in his pupil like a raging storm on the ocean, its unrelenting attacks increasing with every movement. Despite this he felt his body becoming weak as the adrenaline left him. His fist was slowly inching downwards to his side; his grip on the man's shoulder was becoming loose as well. Leaning forward he whispered in the man's ear, pronouncing each word with a hiss and a click of the tongue, "Whose blood is that?"

The man then smirked and chuckled before wincing, not the reaction Percu had hoped for as he dug his elbow into the man's throat prompting another groan from the fallen figure. A grin quickly stretched upon the man's features, dimples deepening, as the blood coating his face dripped onto the ground, matching the now dry blood on his white silk outfit. His face was also littered with a rainbow of bruises, ranging from a pale green to a deep purple, "You're going to have one hell of a headache."

What? Another sharp pain on the back of his head, caused Percy to open his mouth in a silent scream as he dropped his fist and moved his hands to the back of his head, completely letting go of the man under him. Seeing the chance, the man crawled away, hands digging in the dirt, grass clinging to his arms. Percy could smell the blood before he felt it. Its metal stench reeked in the air as he prayed that it was from the blood of the other men and not him. Blinking hazily he fell backwards.

"Just leave him we have to go."

Well that could have gone better, Percy thought before he finally gave into the darkness completely.

A.N Thank you for reading once again and please review as I'd like you see how people think about the story and my style of writing.