Renegade Jackson

Chapter 1

Tears of Renegades

I do not own PJO or HoO. This is fanfiction.

Deserted, marooned, weak, unfaithful, and betrayal were only a few words to describe Jackson. He was a shadow of his former self now. The once great Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, was betrayed by his friends and family and all the great beings he knew. By only one simple task was this stature put on him. Sick and tired of the world he decided to run away and hide for the rest of his life.

What was this event that caused this? It was for the good of humanity yet evil in his friends' eyes. A task that no one would want to do yet Percy had the courage to do it. Saving the world was his main task. Yet in the eyes of others, he destroyed their lives.

One summer, June sixth to be exact, Tyson, Percy's half-brother was walking along the beaches of Camp Half-Blood, the place that Percy always called home. Yet this wasn't the baby Tyson that Percy met when he was just starting out on his quests. No, this was adult Tyson, at least 22 years old. Bulking in size and strength, he could be your worst nightmare or your best friend.

On that fateful day, Tyson possessed, evil, and angry. He started to stomp out of the ocean, from Poseidon's Palace where he stays, and marching towards the center cabins of the camp. Where were the others you may ask? On that day, there was a meeting on Olympus. The whole camp was called there for a meeting. One that was so dire that the whole camp had to go there. Tyson wasn't invited there for everyone thought that he knew.

Out of nowhere, Tyson starts to smash the cabins at his impressive height of 12 feet. With his bulking body, it was no trouble for him to do so even with the metal cabins. Any witness could notice the red, teary eyes of the grown cyclops. With the cyclops natural state of mind, he was practically an open book. Even a toddler in Tyson's path of rage could sense that they were in trouble.

Yet no one was there, not a creature in sight in the camp. For everyone was at the meeting. All the nymphs, satyrs, campers, gods, and other immortals were out of sight. Even the shady forest that was near the edge of the camp grounds was quiet. Quiet and eerie, any being could sense that something bad was about to happen.

When Tyson was just approaching the last intact cabin, the Zeus Cabin, out of seemingly nowhere, Perseus Jackson appeared. Yet, no one was there with him. It seemed as if he left the meeting early. He was the witness there that could sense the tread and hatred in his half-brother's eyes. He immediately understood what was going on. Yet he wasn't the scared toddler that would just run away. He was the savior of Olympus who approached the cyclops with gracefulness that no one else would be able to compare to.

As Percy was approaching his brother, he could instantly sense a dark aura surrounding his half-brother. The aura was so powerful that Percy could hardly reach to his friend. Tyson was too caught up into the aura that he couldn't sense what or who was around him. His animal like instincts kicked in.

His eyes started to darken, hairs on his back stood up strait, and muscles tense. It was almost like seeing a jaguar before pouncing for its dinner. He started to lose consciousness, withdrawing to whatever the aura was telling him to do.

Tyson started barreling towards the front door to the cabin. Pushing roughly past his half-brother, Tyson only concentrated on the cabin. The first thing that he went towards was the statue of Zeus that still lingered in the cabin even from the days of when Thalia was mortal. He gave the statue a gorilla hug, fastening around it like he was attracted to it by some force. He started to lift the gold statue of the 15 feet tall Zeus. Then he started to swing it around like a heavy baseball bat. Swinging around and around in circles was what the statue was doing. Since being the heaviest item in the cabin, it tore through walls and doors as it arced a path around the angry cyclops.

Just as Percy reached to open the door, the statue of Zeus ripped through the wall beside the door and rippled the handle out of Percy's reach with brushing past him. The phenomenon of strength that the cyclops was showing was so incredible that when the statue brushed Percy's hand, a shockwave a pain went throughout his body.

Rolling back and back tracking, Percy tried to find an opening to his brother. Unfortunately, his brother was too much of a veteran that his body was on autopilot even in his state of mind. The way that the statue was swinging made it impossible for anyone to find an opening. Always changing the way that he swung the statue made it even harder. Tyson would go from swinging it high, to low, to medium, and making a downward swing. The pattern never repeated itself though. The ways that he swung the statue was inconsistent and had no pattern at all.

Although Tyson was had a great amount of experience in battles, his half-brother, Percy, had even more experience. Percy turned on his battle mode, analyzing the way that his friend was fighting. Though, the time and space was very limited for the grown half-blood as Tyson was approaching him with the statue. Even though the cabin was the last intact cabin, there were still debris from the other cabins and even some personal treasures. Yet it seemed like whatever was controlling Tyson new that as well. And it didn't help that Percy was in the path that Tyson was taking.

Yet Percy didn't move. He didn't even think about moving one centimeter. No, he was trying to stop his half-brother as soon as possible. After maybe ten minutes of constant swinging, Percy finally found an opening.

Just as the statue was making a big upward swing, Percy somersaulted into close proximity with his half-brother. Aiming for his chest, he put a hand there trying to calm down. Yet when he touched his friend's body, the sensation of the aura overcame him.

Tyson looked straight into Percy's eyes as Percy was making contact. Though when Percy looked back into the eyes of his friend, instead of seeing the big brown eyes that his half-brother always had, he say eyes that had the darkest shade of brown to black possible with no light what so ever.

That very moment, Percy lost concentration of what his task was. A moment later, the statue that was on the opposite side of Tyson to Percy came barreling towards his chest. Percy's breathe was lost in the wind when he fell backwards towards another destroyed cabin. Though even after a few seconds, Percy was not feeling better.

Images started to appear in his head. First he say him leading an army out of camp towards New York City. Then he saw himself standing alone at what appeared to be Mount Olympus, with thousands of monsters as his side and the audience was filled with weak and dead friends of his. Finally, he say the exact scene he saw when he looked at the fates after defeating Kronos. He saw himself in a casket about to be buried.

Pain and tears came over Percy's emotions as he tried to regain strength. Though it was useless. The images were too powerful for Percy to comprehend. A migraine was starting to erupt in his head. Long lost fears and worries started to haunt Percy's mind again.

But no. Percy was not like this. He stopped his thinking track and started a new one. His half-brother was possessed and he was the only one to stop him. The whole camp was in ruins because of the monster that was controlling Tyson. And soon, the rest of the world could be destroyed.

He snapped himself out of his trance and prepared for the fight of his life. The migraine that was once there turned into anger invigorating Percy. He convinced himself that the images that he saw were only fantasy and not real. He started anew with him mind.

Once again, Tyson wildly swung upward allowing Percy to once again somersault underneath the statue. Though instead of reaching for Tyson's chest, Percy reached for his head, right underneath the eye and another finger on the nose. This time he heard a familiar voice.

"Yes little nephew. Destroy those who want what you love to be destroyed." Then there was silence. At that moment Percy then proceeded in knocking out his friend on the temples. Yet when Tyson dropped to the ground, the voice proceeded. "It's too late grandson. Your little friend has been under my control long enough. When he wakes up, he will proceed with his job and eventually be coming for you."

Percy was shocked. Even more frighten than what he has felt over the years. Could this voice be true? Could his half-brother really be gone? He wanted to believe that it was false that the voice was lying. But no. The demigod instinct that has been with Percy all his life told him that it was true. He could only do one thing. At that moment, Percy ripped out riptide, his trusty sword, out of his pocket in pen form and uncapped it to elongate it into a sword. He then proceeded to stabbing his brother right in the heart while saying "I'm sorry" to those already lifeless eyes of his friend.

Suddenly, everyone else from the meeting, including all of the gods, showed up and witness the seemingly murder of Tyson. Everyone was shocked. Annabeth, Grover, Thalia, and Poseidon mouths were agape, then started to cry, rapidly releasing tears. When all of his closest friends and family started to tear, the rest of the campers and beings stared at Percy.

"Perseus Jackson! How could you do such a thing? Not only did you kill one of your own brethren, yet you destroyed the whole camp. You deserve worse than death!" Zeus shouted.

"Lord Zeus if I may…" Percy started.

"You may close your mother son of Poseidon. You have done enough around here. Fortunately for you, you are much too precious to us for me to do anything." Zeus interrupted.

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From that day on, Percy was ignored by all of camp of all of the beings dwelling in the Mythological world. Whenever he would try to speak to someone, he would either get the evil eye, be ignored, or both. Only the superiors like Chiron, the centaur leader of camp, and Dionysus, the god, would speak to him in a somewhat civilized way.

After trying and trying many times to apologize to his closest friends, they all strayed from him and breaking their friendships. Campers started to ignore him even more not even looking at him sometimes. And he was feeling more depressed than ever.

One day, he overheard Grove and Chiron talking in Chiron's office. It wasn't the full conversation and at the moment, Percy could hardly understand what they were talking about.

"Chiron, I'm starting to really worry about Percy. Even though I'm mad about Tyson, I still don't feel right treating him this way." Grover spoke.

"Grover, you must understand, Percy has a long difficult path in front of him that he has to go through himself. WE must treat him this way so he gets less hurt." Chiron replied.

"But I feel as if he already knows. Something about the way he acted that day seemed very odd …"

"Hush my boy, we are being watched." Chiron ended.

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The next day, Percy was confronted by Chiron who seemed to want to talk to him.

"Percy, I am worried for you. I know that the past few weeks have been very hard yet I just want you to know that you still have a place here." Chiron said.

Instead of saying anything, Percy just nodded and walked away into his cabin.

That night, when the Harpies who watch over the camp after curfew accidently left an opening, Percy sneaked out of his cabin.

A/N: Hello guys. This is a new story that I am starting and I might continue with this story and see what I can do. Although I also wanted to say that I will be putting my other story Unknown Secrets on Hiatus of awhile. I just don't have enough motivation and I honestly think that that type of story is too complicated for me as a beginner writer. This story is going to be a little more basic. It is set like five years after The Blood Of Olympus and Percy will not be over powered in this story like he is in the other one. He just going to be regular Percy, with a few modifications of course. I still have to develop the story a little bit more since I've just started this chapter a few days ago. Hope you like it, Please review, I need encouragement. And I finally beat that 2k marker! Thank you.