Percy Jackson Prototype Crossover
I do not own PJO, Rick Riordon does :D
My name is Percy Jackson. Some call me a terrorist, some call me a murderer, and some call me a monster. I am all of those things. Every day more people get infected. I'm the cause of it. If Gentek wouldn't have tried to find out what the infection was made of then I would have been a normal man, but it never works out like that. Oh no, it never does. See my life is full of pain and hunger for revenge. I want to find out about my past, and when I do I will have my revenge.
I am the PROTOTYPE.
Chapter 1, THE PROTOTYPE IS MADE
It has been two days since I was infected. I was in Penn Station and, ugh I can't remember. Anyway me and my friend Grover were sitting in the second to last seat in our school bus. Grover knew about me getting infected and kept trying to cheer me up, but it's hard to cheer up right after you got infected by your own infection. As we rode we had to put up with Nicole Rose, a red head kleptomaniac girl who kept hitting Grover with a peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwich. I would have killed her right then and there by grabbing her and consuming her. She would always make fun of me because she saw me when I was lying down looking like I was dead when I wasn't when I got infected.
The military has the entire island of Manhattan on a plague lockdown. Which means nobody goes in, nobody comes out. Maybe that will change one day. Maybe.
My parents and close friends only know my real name no one else. Not even the military. My "code" name is Alex Mercer. If I were to ever reveal my powers to anyone then the military would be on my ass.
"Alex," teased Nicole,"your face looks stupider than when you got half killed."
At that my heart got faster, my arms got tighter, and my brain short circuited. I screamed and somehow tentacles came out of my body and made the bus explode. She, Grover, and I flew out unharmed, but the others weren't so lucky. They were stabbed by the tentacles and fell down. They were almost dead. I was... I don't know what I am, or anything about my past, and why do I care about these people? They are the ones that tease me about my past. It seems they know more about me than I do.
My teacher, , looked at me in a look that said, You are special. was always like a wolf. She would tell you what was done wrong and what was done right, like a mom teaching her pups.
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I ran. I ran as fast as I could, but I couldn't get away. The stupid military has helicopters, tanks, and Strike Teams. They would corner me, but I'd break through the wall and get away. Only for a good long ten minuets. Then they would find me.