Hey! Even though this fanfic is technically a Percy Jackson and Maximum Ride crossover, I put it just under Percy Jackson because it barely has any Maximum Ride content in it. The things I took from Maximum Ride are the ideas for the School and the Erasers. If you don't know what those are, the School is a facility that performs human experiments and the Erasers are one of those experiments who turned out to the wolf-human hybrids. Don't worry the story eventually explains it.

Summary: The School is a place that performs illegal human experiments and now they have taken an interest in demigods. Specifically, Percy Jackson. After the Titan War, Percy finds himself trapped in this seriously messed-up world. How will he escape? Especially when he can't remember anything...

Just a side note, Percy no longer has the Mark of Achilles for reasons I probably won't explain.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or Maximum Ride.


Chapter 1 - Taken


"Annabeth!"

Percy looked around for his girlfriend slightly annoyed. For their first day of summer before they headed off to camp, Percy and Annabeth decided to spend the whole day together in a museum. Apparently, the museum had a special exhibit on Greece and Rome, and as a late we-didn't-die-last-summer-during-Kronos's-evil-inv asion present to Annabeth, Percy had promised to take her.

Big mistake.

First of all, the museum was HUGE. It reminded Percy of the summer spent in the Labyrinth, a memory that he did not care to have resurfaced. The halls twisted and turned and led to endless corridors filled with more paintings, statues, and things that looked like the stuff Percy's dog, Mrs. O'Leary, was constantly digging up at camp. To sum it up, the museum was filled with things Percy Jackson did not understand or care to understand. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for his overenthusiastic girlfriend.

Who knew that she loved art that much? Then again, her mother was the goddess of artistry as well as wisdom.

Annabeth had dragged him from one exhibit to the next and sometimes all together disappeared. Now, Percy had not seen her for a nearly an hour, and he was starting to get worried.

Don't get the wrong idea; he wasn't so worried about Annabeth (she could take care of herself), but until they had gotten separated, she had been his only way to navigate in the large facility. So basically, Percy Jackson, the powerful demigod that had defeated Kronos in the Second Titan War, was utterly and hopelessly lost.

Percy sighed and walked over to a map. He took one glance at it and growled in frustration.

Like most demigods he had dyslexia. Add who-knows how many hours in this stupid museum and a missing girlfriend to his dyslexia and you get one unreadable map. At least, unreadable in the eyes of said demigod.

He would have better luck scouring the whole three stories of the museum than trying to decipher the map.

"Annabeth!" Percy yelled again, turning away from the offending map.

"Lost, Seaweed Brain?" a mocking voice sounded to his right.

Percy whirled around and breathed a sigh of relief when he met the piercing grey eyes of his girlfriend.

"Annabeth," Percy repeated, trying to smooth out the frustration he had been feeling for the last hour. "Are you done looking at this old stuff?"

"Are you kidding? I could spend a whole week in here! But—" Annabeth Chase paused, allowing a small smirk to form at the slightly panicked look of her boyfriend "—I guess we can go."

Annabeth turned around to leave, and Percy gladly trotted after her.

Percy's let out the second sigh of relief for that evening only to have it cut short by Annabeth's next comment. "We can come back another day and finish looking at all the other cool stuff in here."

Percy groaned inwardly and then picked up his pace, not wanting to be stuck in the museum for the night.

Annabeth and Percy exited the building and began to work their way towards a bus station that would take them closer to camp. From there, they would hitchhike to their favorite place in the world—Camp Half-Blood.

Once outside, Percy looked at the already darkened sky. "How long were we in there?"

Annabeth shrugged. "Nine hours, I think. I could have stayed longer. The stuff in there was amazing! Even if some of the information was wrong…"

Percy smiled as Annabeth continued talking, her eyes gleamed like the way they did when she talked about architecture. During these times, Annabeth went on and on about whatever it was, talking about things only she or one of her siblings would understand. Percy wisely kept his mouth shut and took her hand in his.

They had reached the bus station, which looked strangely deserted. Percy looked around trying to figure what time the bus would be coming, but gave up when no clock could be found in the general area.

Something shifted in the darkness, and Percy nearly jumped out of his skin when a man walked out from behind him to stand on the other side of Annabeth (who was still talking about the museum and gave no indication that she knew a person had joined them at the bus stop).

Studying the man, Percy saw that he looked like a male model. He was tall and muscular. The dark, curly hair fell naturally around his face as if framing the perfect features of his face. The only thing that was unsettling were the man's eyes. His body and face said that the man was probably in his early twenties, but his nearly all black eyes made him look older than that.

Percy shuddered at the man's smile that did nothing to help him relax under the older man's gaze.

The man chuckled at Percy's badly hidden discomfort and turned to stare out at the street. After a few lingering moments, Percy followed suit.

Percy forced himself to relax. The man wasn't a monster (he had been chased by so many that he could at least tell when one was close), but something about him just didn't seem right.

In the last few years of his existence, Percy had noticed that he had become more and more paranoid. Being constantly attacked by monsters could do that to a demigod. Percy exhaled a long breath, trying to release all his tension, and went back to attempting to understand what his girlfriend was talking about.

Percy was suddenly shaken out of his own thoughts when Annabeth's ramblings were abruptly cut short by a sharp yelp and her hand was yanked out of his own.

All of his Greek battle training flared up at that sound and before anyone could blink, Riptide was out, flashing wickedly in the waning evening light. But before he could attempt anything, a second sound stopped him cold.

Click.

Percy's movements stopped, his sword half raised.

The silver outline of a gun was pressed against Annabeth's skull and his girlfriend's strugglings immediately stopped when the cold metal met her skin.

Taking another look the man, Percy had almost gasped out loud. The previously handsome features had morphed into a grotesque mask full of fur and fangs. If Percy had ever met a werewolf, he would say that that was what the man looked like. The only thing that remained the same were the dark eyes that now held a malicious gleam. One twisted looking arm curled around Annabeth's mouth, while the other held the gun to her head.

Percy glared at the second hand as if wishing to rip it to shreds. The hand, although still humanoid in shape, was now covered in thick fur and ended in wicked looking claws.

Annabeth's hands were free and fighting against the hand against her mouth, but the wolf-man seemed to be immune to the blows the demigod was giving him.

The wolf-man smiled, giving Percy a full view of all his pointed teeth.

"She's a pretty thing, ain't she?" the wolf-man finally spoke. His voice sounded like gravel scraping against the ground. "Shame if somethin' bad 'appened to her."

"Let. Her. Go." Percy bit off each word through clenched teeth and raised Riptide.

The wolf-man only smiled like this amused him. "Celestial bronze. That's what the Doc called it, ain't it?" he said to no one in particular. "Sorry, Bub. But that toy ain't going to work on me. I ain't no fairytale monster."

Unfortunately, Percy believed him. Despite his appearance, the man did not give off the same vibe as a monster. And if that was the case, Percy had nothing to threaten the creature with.

"What do you want?"

The wolf-man sneered. "Hey, kid. I like you. Cut straight to chase, you do. Not like some other peeps I work with. They just go on an' on an' on about crap no one else cares about."

"Shut up." Percy suddenly growled.

"If I do that, how will I answer your question?" the wolf-man chuckled.

Again the wolf-man smiled, seriously irritating Percy. He wanted nothing more than to cut that smile off the creature's face.

Stupid. Percy silently berated himself. Stupid. If anything happens to Annabeth, I'll…

"You."

The one word cut through his thoughts.

Percy blinked. "What?"

"You deaf? I said, 'You.'"

Annabeth had began struggling again, ignoring the tightening hold of the creature. Percy could hear muffled yells from her, but he wasn't really paying attention to them.

What he did notice were Annabeth's silver eyes. He was sure they reflected the same confusion and fear that his own held. And in that one glance, he made his decision.

"Okay," Percy said softly, lowering Riptide. At that one word, Percy heard Athena's words whisper back in his ears.

"To save a friend, you would sacrifice the world." (1)

Stupid fatal flaw.

"Okay," he repeated, staring the wolf-man in the eyes in an attempt to avoid Annabeth's pleading ones. "Let her go, and you have me."

"Too easy," the wolf-man scoffed. "I expected more of a fight from the Hero of Olympus. But, I'm not complainin'. Got to give credit to the Doc for knowin' your weakness, kid."

Before Percy could get another word out, the wolf-man hit the butt of his gun on Annabeth's head. Hard.

Percy gritted his teeth as Annabeth fell limply to the floor. Taking a step towards Annabeth, he saw his vision blaze red. But in the time it takes to blink, the wolf-man appeared before him, his clawed hand extended towards his throat.


(1) Titan's Curse by Rick Riordan

~Bluesky21543