Percy's POV
They. They were the ones who left me behind. They, the ones I had trusted most, left me behind during a time when the world was thrown into chaos, the Foundation came for us, all access from Olympus had been cut off. We had to assume that the gods were contained. Then, they came for us, we were not ready, I held them off while the rest ran. They came, they put me into one of their standard humanoid containment cells, they contained me. They brought me to my own personal hell, ARC-14. ARC stood for Armed Research and Containment. As if the bloody nerds knew what I could do. I wasn't the son of the Void for nothing you know. Every day they tested on me, injected god knows what to make me break. I wouldn't, I still had some sort of twisted loyalty towards the ones that left me behind, They would take blood from me, send in men in orange jumpsuits to make me talk with them, trying to make me socialize, I just made their blood heat up. They would all die. A few months later I gained a twisted sense of what this Foundation's goals were when I stumbled upon a few of their papers after I tried to breach containment. I even found one dedicated to me, calling me the Scarlet King, I realized that this foundation wasn't committing crimes upon our kind, but testing us to gain a better understanding on us, their so-called anomalies. That's when I started working for them.
Chapter 1
I got up as my alarm starting beeping, it was six-thirty already. Goddammit, I was going to complain to the Overseers about how early site admins had to get up. I opened my eyes to reveal my son, Able, he was dressed in his usual grey, colorless robes. "What do you want?" I said with an annoyed tone of voice.
"Father, the council requires your attendance at 4 PM today," Able said.
"What do they want now," I muttered to myself as my mind raced to think of a reason why they would want me there. Before they had only called me for important decisions that would require my experience in the field of the pantheons on earth. After that, the day went by fairly quickly, not much was out of the usual except a decrease in Euclid class SCPs in the New York area. As 4 o'clock approached, my anxiety only increased, oh well, might as well see what the Overseers wanted from me. As I arrived at a secure location where I could contact the Overseers without any chance of eavesdropping happening. As I entered the room, I noticed there was one hologram missing from the usual thirteen. O5-1 began to speak...
(Authors Note)
How Percy got to this point will be revealed later on in the story through the form of flashbacks, this is just an idea, if I get enough support I will continue this story.
O5-7