The van was seen first in the street quickly followed by screams, screams of a little boy calling for his mommy, calling for her to take him back, screaming at her, thinking she did not love him

"These people are the only ones who can help you darling, just go with them" the mother replied weakly averting her gaze from the struggling five year old. He cried to her to take him back, trying to win back her affections by simply saying that he wasn't like those meanies, the meanies that were always skulking around the edges of town. the children that the mothers kept that walked passed them would draw their child closer never letting that child out of their sight. The boy had heard from his mother that those meanies were badmen and should never be trusted and that they would hurt you as much as they could. The boy, with a final push, escaped the rough grasp of one of his captors running as fast as he could, but with the other captor still holding on he ran in a circle, running at full speed onto the edge of his mothers picket fence and with a sickening squelch, the boy collapsed, liquid pooling around his unconscious body.

The Boys P.O.V.

A big noise made me wake up from my sleep, I stared at the door thinking that mommy was coming in, ready to wake me up and then I could tell her about the nightmare I had, the one where she left me and said she didn't love me anymore and I was taken by the bad men, the ones that hurt me and took me away when I didn't want to go. I then remembered the looks my mommy gave me, looks of meaniness and sadness, pointing them at me when the bad men came. Mommy didn't want me, and with that thought I screamed.

Fast Forward Ten Or So Years

I awoke to the usual darkness that embraced my dorm room, the darkness that hid me and protected me from all the terrible things in the outside world. I could hear the quiet knocking on my door, knowing it would be Professor Chiron delivering my daily work, oh how I hated this school, My mother, Myself. I dragged myself off my bed, glancing at the only mirror I hadn't smashed in my room and I still saw the same disfigured face, the dented temple and the mutilated eye socket which held nothing but air. I detest myself, I can for I am a freak of nature, I shouldn't have existed but no, my whore of a mother couldn't stop and here I was monstrous and all.

I limped towards my door opening it briefly with just enough room for Professor Chiron to hand me my work, I hurried to close the door trying to shut out what I knew would be his next words but alas I was to slow

"Percy" he said in his calm voice, "You shouldn't be stuck here all the time, you should talk to your house mates and you should get friends. This isn't healthy what you're doing".

"Just leave Professor" I say in a strained tone trying to tame my anger. "I am not wanting to be distracted at this very moment of my work" and with that I slam the door.

Here I was Percy Jackson the disfigured and monstrous boy of the whore named Sally oh how I wished they would all burn.

Soooo… Here's the first chapter since so far I've actually had a follow, you go SICNM, and well I thought why not start out the story and here you go, the backstory and dark intentions already set and If you read the first chapter that was really a summary you will know what happens… HOORAY FOR FORESHADOWING