HEY!... ITS BEEN A WHILE... so you probably are saying "ABOUT TIME YOU WROTE SOMETHING!" well... here... i guest... So this story is a story that has some of my own life incorporated in it, so it is a therapeutic way for me to write a story getting rid of so demons while i write this story. As you may have read the summery and the description it, this is a cross over. It is a Percy Jackson and a MCR cross over. MCR stands for MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE for those who don't know and is one of my favorite bands of all time. So... hope you enjoy, and will update tomorrow before I leave the online world for a while. So with out any more delay i give you... THIS!

PERCY

"Percy?"

There was a woman.

Calling my name.

"Percy where are you?"

I was 5, hiding in a closet in my small apartment in Manhattan, New York.

"Percy, come on out sweety. Games over."

We where playing hide in seek together before bed.

"Percy? Are you in..."

She stops in front of the closet door, hand on the handle.

"HERE!" She yells as the closet opens revealing my "clever" hiding spot.

Suddenly, where she was suppose to be standing was coffin, standing vertically up, doors open with the body of my own dead mothers corpse, beginning to fall heading directly on top of me. right when it was suppose to make contact with me I bolted out of my nightmare in into the one that was my life.

I sprang up, panting in my bed, heart racing and shaping like a beaten animal. Might as well be though, after all ,I did have the trait of one.

Looking at my clock, I read the time. 3:27AM.

I had school in a couple hours, but after my last dream, there was no way I be able to sleep. I lied back down rubbing my face trying to control my breathing. As it was beginning to, suddenly my door burst open. My step-dad came in to view. He was tall, fat and I could smell alcohol from where I sat, 10 feet way. He carried a bat in his left hand. He looked at me with his beady little eyes, face reading of anger.

"Fuck'in dick!" he yelled, rushing over quickly reading his bat to strike.

I got up, and scared out of my mind.

"Gabe," I began trying to not sound as fearful as I was. "Whatever I did i-i d-didn't mean to-" before I could finish he stabbed sung his bat at me. Luckily, he was drunk, and had aimed at my lamp and not me.

"You bastard" he laughed. He readied himself for another swing but before he could I tried to run the door. I almost made it but his reaction time wasn't was bad or nearly as bad as his aim. He hit me in my side and I hit the door frame hard. I fell to the ground as pain flared in ran though my side. I tried to get up but without warning I was struck again this time to the back. I yelped in pain, as gabe stood over me.

"What did I d-do?" i cried, as he ready to kick me.

He kicked my gut and I clutched it biting my lip. He spit on me and picked me up to the shit. His face was in mine. "YOU SICKEN ME IS WHAT YOU DID!" he yelled. He dropped me to the ground and left me to try to get back in my room. I tried to get up but couldn't. i felt tears began to fill my eyes. I manage to use the wall to help me up but fell again. I sat there on the floor holding my side trying to breath.

This was just a taste of my life.

And I hoped it would end.

SO THAT IS IT FOR TONIGHT. IT IS CURRENTLY 1:30AM AND I AM READY BED BUT I WILL BE BACK TOMORRO IT UPDATE BEFORE I GO.

TILL THEN.

-PUNKER81