A/N: This is my first time posting a story on here, so yeah... I'm still figuring everything out and stuff. All comments are welcome, except for uncreative insults, because if you don't have something nice to say, then make sure it's witty. And I'm sorry if it's the same old "Percy gets betrayed" and "anti-Percabeth" story, but some people actually enjoy that kind of stuff. I'm trying to make it more creative and original as the story moves on though, so haters, please bear with me.
Disclaimer: Percy Jackson belongs to Rick Riordan
-Percy's POV-
I remember back when I was 17, I was cheated on by my girlfriend for my stupid half brother.
All my friends left me, in favor of my stupid half brother.
My dad forgot all about me, and his new pride and joy became my stupid half brother.
My mom and stepfather were brutally murdered at the grubby, grimy hands of my stupid half brother.
My baby half sister died, all because of my stupid half brother.
My point? My stupid half brother, Orion, demolished my life, and for that I now hate him.
You may be wondering, "How did a simple demigod destroy the 'Great Perseus Jackson's' life?"
Well, when he first came to Camp Half-Blood, I saved him from the Hydra. Nobody was there at the time, so they didn't immediately know what was going on when they all rushed in to investigate the shrieks of Orion. Instead of telling the correct story of how I boiled the Hydra's blood, therefor killing it, Orion was quick to say, "I dunno, I just somehow boiled the blood of that, that thing! But I don't think I could do it again..."
And when I was just about to scoff and laugh at the kid's antics, everyone started whispering in excitement, completely believing that, that... dumb turd-ling's lie! But, I let it pass. I wasn't one to seek out others' attention, and honestly? It was getting late, and I didn't feel like a fight. So I gave him this one.
But that was just the beginning, and now, I sooo regretted giving him that one.
I guess I could sorta see why everyone liked him. He wasn't bad looking; he had an oval face, with pale skin and blue eyes. The Aphrodite girls just couldn't seem to get enough of his "sexy, wavy raven locks of obsidian" or whatever. That, and the kid wasn't that bad with a sword or bow, which made up for his lack of control over water (no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't teach him how to even summon a drop!). He was 16, apparently the "perfect dating age," so almost all of the girls had his picture on their headboard. He was a jerk to me, and a hero to everyone else, so I dropped it.
He became the new unofficial leader of Camp, because while I hate to admit it, he was like Hitler... a bad person who knew exactly how to lead people into following him and his cause. And in this case, his "cause" was hating me.
I was actually pretty pissed and hurt, because to me, being the unofficial leader of Camp, the guy people always came to, meant that they trusted me. It meant that my friends, my family were looking to me for support, comfort, to help solve their problems... and I suppose that was all just a lie. They were all just sheep, looking to follow the coolest shepherd.
I guess I didn't look fucked up about it enough, because Orion (I absolutely refused to call him Rion) then started taking... drastic measures.
He and some others "pranked" me daily, for apparently "pranking" them. Allow me to elaborate: Orion claimed that I was the one who burned down the Hermes and Ares cabins, so they beat me up and burned all my clothes. Orion claimed that I stole sentimental items, like pictures and weapons given by parents, and hid them under my bed. The Aphrodite cabin dyed my hair rainbow colors, and started calling me "faggot," (which I found highly offensive, because, Nico, my little brother/cousin, was gay), and the Demeter cabin put poison ivy in my food.
Everyone had turned to the Dark Side; Team Orion.
I grew depressed, and made a mental list of everyone that hadn't left me yet;
-Mom
-Poseidon
-Paul
-My baby half sister, Willa
-Annabeth
-Grover
-Nico
-Thalia
-The rest of the seven, and maybe the few friends I had in New Rome
And that was just about it.
So guess what happened next?
Mom and Paul were brutally murdered by somebody in their own home, and Willa had starved to death in the cupboard, where the murderer had supposedly locked her in.
And when I found out, I of course, was beyond devastated. I had lost my mother, the woman who had raised me, the only good stepfather that I'd ever had, and my one-year-old sister. I spent the next week sobbing my eyes out in my cabin.
I couldn't consult to Grover, because he was busy with his Lord of the Wild duties. Nico was always running missions for his dad in the Underworld, and Thalia was with the hunters. That, and neither Nico nor Thalia were the type of people that showed sympathy, and their emotional advice sucked. I wasn't even thinking about the Romans at the time.
So, I went to Annabeth.
I had been in my cabin all week, but she knew what had happened to my parents, so I thought she would understand. Besides, it wasn't like she ever made an attempt to come see and comfort me anyhow.
So I went to the Athena Cabin one evening in hope of finding Annabeth there, and find her I did.
Yes, I found her.
Naked in bed with Orion.
I left in silence.
She came running back to me, crying for forgiveness, babbling about how I was never there, so I threw the engagement ring I was going to give her at her head, which hit her and left a satisfying (despite tiny) scratch.
The next day, Orion was running around camp with, I'll admit, a pretty sweet looking sword, claiming that our dad had visited him in his dreams last night.
Well, me being an obtuse optimist, didn't believe him, in favor of assuming he stole the sword from the Ares Cabin or something like that.
But then Poseidon actually showed up at breakfast, and declared that Orion was "the best demigod in the history of heroes!"
Campers were whistling, clapping, and cheering for Orion.
They were whispering, pointing, and snickering at me.
Something in me must've snapped, because I didn't even really give a damn about anything anymore. I just flipped everyone off and left.
Like a badass.
I spent the next week plotting my escape from camp.
I snuck into the forge and crafted a sword made of Stygian iron and celestial bronze. The edges were jagged but sharp, and the handle was like a gladius', with dark blue leather wrapped around it. It was about 4 feet long, and I didn't bother naming it, because it was only supposed to be a temporary weapon.
I shoved some nectar, ambrosia, drachmas, dollars, and a medical kit into an old backpack I found in my closet, and then left on a Friday night, while everyone was at dinner.
The last thing I heard was Dionysus freak out about how he felt someone leave camp, but couldn't tell who it was.
The next few months I spent in Alaska.
I got a job as a barista at a Starbucks, and only used the money for food.
I slept in the forest, and wore the same grey T-shirt and jeans everyday.
Whenever I started to stink, I would wash in the nearby streams.
You may be wondering, "What exactly were you planning on doing with yourself, Perce?"
Well, I was trying to save up enough money to start my own bank account.
It took a year, but I managed to save up a few thousand dollars. I put all of it into investments, and then left Alaska.
The next few things I did I had planned to do since I first left Camp:
- Dropped Riptide off at the Hunters' camp, and left a note asking Artemis to return it to Zoe.
- Ate a golden apple from the Garden of the Hesperides. They said Laden was hard, but I beat him with my DIY sword.
- Dyed the roots of my hair dark blue, so I would be a permanent blue-head for the rest of my immortal life.
- Got a tattoo of my dream sword on my back. Probably a dumb move on my part, considering I wouldn't ever be able to disguise myself without a shirt on again.
The next few things I definitely did NOT plan:
- Got my left hand cut off (I paid Hephaestus to make me a robotic one that worked just as well as my old hand).
- Got my right foot cut off (Again, I paid Hephaestus some moola).
- Beefed up (Not that I'm complaining, but Aphrodite somehow found me, and wouldn't leave me the fuck alone).
- Got blessed by Hestia and became her first champion ever (Now I can control fire, summon food, and can heal and instill hope in a person).
Yes, I was a successful, nomadic demigod.
Hestia gave me missions to save random demigod children and bring them to the camps or Hunters. I have no idea why, but they all loved me for some reason, despite my crazy appearance and eccentric personality.
The Mist disappeared 100 years after my betrayal, and the mortals surprisingly accepted the fact that the gods were their rulers. Although I was pretty sure there was a secret group of mortals that were plotting against the gods...
I hunted monsters for fun, and traded the spoils of war for stuff I needed, which was how I paid Hephaestus.
So yeah, I ran around America like a crazy person, killing monsters, trading spoils, and saving demigods.
And everything was going fine, until the Fates thought it would be funny to send me back to Camp Bad-Blood.
By the way, have I mentioned that I have a strange theory that I've gone insane?
