Prologue.

Percy was never one to worry or stress over anything. He always went with the flow, it didn't matter to him that he was failing in most classes, he never fretted over the future like some people his age did. Going with the flow made life easier.

But something was off. The air was tense and the normal loud, rough streets of his neighbour hood was eerily quite. Without knowing it, Percy started to walk faster, heart thumping loudly with anticipation.

A house with shattered windows, overgrown gardens, a door hanging off its hinges that was forced shut and the smell of cheap beer and cigarettes radiated from the building. Percy sighed, home sweet home.

His mother, Sally had always longed for a cute country cottage with weeping willow trees and pink cherry blossoms in the garden, light wooden walls and a thatched roof. The rooms would be tiny but cosy with comfortable furniture and it would always smell of freshly baked cookies. They'd be able to look out to the garden that was filled with flowers and there would be a small stream running through.

The sixteen year old insisted that those types of things only existed in stories and dreams which was a futile argument because his Mother's head was filled with stories. She wished to be an author, she worked hard on her books in her free time but in reality, Sally spent her time in a candy store, daydreaming about things she could never afford for her son and herself.

Percy twisted the door knob and threw his bag on the ground. If he were paying attention, he might of noticed the crimson blood on the floor that lead upstairs but his stupid ADHD made it hard for him to concentrate on small things like that. Percy's step father, Gabe didn't work and he normally, he was drinking beer watching the TV in the living room and when Sally was gone, he was frequently brutal to the teenager.

Not wanting to disturb Gabe, Percy grabbed his Math textbook from his bag and walked up to his room, planning to study for a test he had the next day that he would surely fail. On the upstairs landing, Percy noticed that his Mum's and step fathers bedroom door was dented inwards. Curiously, he moved closer to inspect it.

It looked as if the door had been kicked in and the person who had tried it had succeeded. Now that his ear was so close to the other side of the door, he heard faint whispers. Percy pressed his ear against the door and tried to make out what was going on.

"No..."

"Get... you... brat..."

"Please..."

"Quickly... he... home..."

There was a loud thud and Percy decided that it was probably a good time to intervene. He opened the door and the sight before him made him scream. The stained, worn cream carpet was covered in blotches of blood, Sally was faced down on the floor, her hair a mess and clothes in tatters, Gabe stood over her with a sharp kitchen knife that was also completely red. Gabe's face was red with fury and as soon as he heard the door creak open, he plunged the knife into the back of Sally's neck.

It was quiet and Percy heard the knife hit his Mother's bone. Gabe smashed glass over Sally and then walked out the room, mumbling things about needing a cigarette. Percy knelt next to his mother with worry etched at his face. He didn't dare try to move her but he had to do something!

She couldn't just die. Not like this.

Percy's mind was going insane. Thoughts drifted in and out of his head as he tried to figure out what happened. He guessed that his Mum had come home from work early, Gabe was drunk and thought it was Percy ditching school, Gabe thought it was Percy and started shouting, Sally ran to the bedroom and locked the door in fear, Gabe chased after her with a knife and bashed the door in then he injured Sally greatly.

"Mum," Percy whispered with fear and tears thick in his voice.

"Percy," Sally whispered softly. "You have to run."

Percy shook his head stubbornly, suddenly his Mum moved her head a little bit and let out a shattering, ear piercing shriek so laced with pain, Percy shivered. "Please," She croaked after she gained some composure, her eyes began to droop but the green eyed boy refused to think she was dying. "Remeber something."

Percy nodded and grasped his Mum's pale hand. "Everything is better in blue."

Percy laughed despite the tears running down his face. He and his Mother shared the love of the colour blue and Gabe had said that making blue food was impossible so the pair poured blue food dye into everything. Cookies, pancakes, everything.

Sally let out a small breath and closed her eyes, her head lulled to the side, Percy screamed as he felt coldness force its way around his heart, squeezing and twisting. He knew his Mum would never open her eyes again, he was alone with Gabe and that scared the hell out of him. What would he do without her? He'd have no one to come home to, he'd have no one to make him laugh since he had no friends at school, he'd have no one.

He rested in head against his Mum's forehead and began to cry softly, silently shaking with sobs. No more than ten minutes had passed before Percy heard sirens and the glow or red and blue police lights. Instantly, he panicked. He heard them bang on the front door, he heard Gabe talking to the police and then he heard footsteps coming to the room he was in.

Percy didn't care. Everything was hazy and it all blurred together, the world rushed past, the sun still shined and the birds still sang. How could anything work after what he had just witnessed? The sun isn't meant to shine, his Mum had just died and somehow, the sun still shone.

"Stand up and put your hands above your head!" He heard a deep, stern voice said. He didn't know who the voice was talking too but he put his hands above his head and stood anyway.

"Perseus Jackson," Percy flinched at his full name. It always meant he was in trouble. "You are under arrest for murder against Sally Jackson."

Percy's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. What? His eyes searched the doorway for Gabe, he stood at the back with a smug look on his face. What? Then, Percy realised how this must look. His mother dead on the ground with a knife buried in her neck covered in blood and Percy standing over her, his clothes splattered with blood.

They thought he had killed his own Mother because Gabe had lied once again! Percy could feel his heart thumping so loudly it rattled his rips, his eyes moved frantically around the Policemen's faces and at that moment, he could only think of one logical thing to do.

Percy pushed passed the cops and ran.