UPDATE 10/19/2014: Hey you guys! If you just found this story let me just tell you it's an ancient hot mess that I'm about to redo. Please see the note in chapter 26 and give me feedback! /

ALSO I apologize for the mess. The dear and lovely copy and paste option decided to gift me with formatting vomit which i tried valiantly to clean up as quick as possible :)

"Awakened/p
"He was wet. Wet and cold like he had run through a winter rain. But he was laying on a leather couch, of a hideous shade of grey, in a perfectly dry room./p
"Aside from being dry the room was plain, the walls were painted black and there was white tile on the floor, there was a sea green door with no knob and a small window across the top./p
"Percy looked down at his hand, it was wrapped in gauze. The back of his neck felt weird, like it had been ripped open. But then he remembered that it emhad/em been. His unscathed hand traced the long row of small stitches./p
"And I'm not... Dead?" His voice felt small and sounded strange./p
"No. Not yet, at least." He hadn't heard the door open, but he spun around just as it clicked shut behind a tall woman. Her light brown hair hung to her chin, her eyes were green and very threatening. She wore a deep red business suit and black flats./p
"Who-"/p
I'm the director of this program; Mandy Shultz."/p
"Mandy-"/p
"Mrs. Shultz." She corrected coldly./p
"Would you like to explain where I am?"/p
"No. You will come with me." She somehow opened the door and he followed her into the hall./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"There were dark grey sliding doors lining the hall that blended with the paint. From what he could tell there was a sliding door then the green door, with a few inches in between. The doors were opaque and had no numbers names or other markers. No way to tell them apart. The sliding doors must have been bullet proof, then that would make the most sense./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"He glanced over his shoulder, the corridor went on for a ways then stopped at a dead end; ahead of him... He looked back just in time to keep from crashing into Mrs. Shultz, who had stopped at a set of cream coloured French doors that ended the hall. She had a key in the padlock and removed the chain. She turned the handles and led him onto a balcony. He went to the edge as she relocked the doors behind him./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"The railing was black iron, with leafy designs connecting the rail to the plush carpeting. Below them was a massive room with floor to ceiling stained glass windows, that couldn't bee seen through but let in sunlight. A bunch of teenagers wearing fancy clothes and masks milled about coming in and out of doors at the back and stopping in the middle./p
""Welcome to the masquerade, Percy Jackson"/p
"I don't belong here." He said turning to face her./p
""You're in danger, everyone here is in danger; Therefore you do belong."/p
""How long do I have to stay?"

"She smiled as if she found that amusing./p
"Hey I didn't ask to come here!"/p
"And if you had that choice and declined you would be dead right now."/p
"What's it to you?"/p
"Stop shouting."/p
"He noticed the people below were looking up at them./p
"Carry on." Mandy said./p
"Their heads snapped back down and she dragged Percy back out the doors./p
"What's the masquerade?"/p
""A program," She slid open a door. "To protect," Then closed it behind him and flipped on a light. The room was full of masks. They sat on shelves hung from the walls, and no doubt filled the drawers./p
"Percy's mouth fell open./p
"People like you." She pulled a blue and black mask from the wall and handed it to him./p
"There's no string." He noted, turning it over in his hands./p
"Go a head and put it on."/p

""Why?"/p
"Her eyes narrowed. "Because it is protocol, Perseus. What more of a reason do you need?"/p
;""How do you..." This kept getting weirder and weirder. He was stuck in a "program" with a lady who wouldn't tell him where he was or why he was there. in addition to that she knew his name, his full name, which he never went by. It reminded him of the ancient cultures unit from fifth grade./p

He had a feeling that he could put it on or she would put it on for him, and not worry about hurting him in the process./p
"It's specially crafted, you won't have to worry about it coming off,"/p
"He pressed it to his face and took his hands away, sure enough it stayed on./p
"Ever." she finished. "Come on let's get you to a room." She started toward the door./p
"Where am I?"/p
"She stopped with her fingers resting on the handle. "You have an awful lot of questions for someone so new, Mr. Jackson. I might let you see Al first."/p
"Who's Al?"/p
"Far too many."/p
a/n: this is my first really AU story so please tell me what you think! if you like it, don't like it… should I continue?/