A/N Okay so here we go lads and laddesses and everyone in between. I'm re-writing this 'chapter.' For those of you that originally subscribed, it won't be too different, basically the same plot. I'm going to do my best to expaaaaand the chapters and I'll probably leave the original work under an established line, solely because it's trash but it's where I started. Call it a comparison if you will. Regardless, I make no promises that I will continue to do this with any more of the chapters, in fact, it's highly unlikely. This story is more or less dead, and for that I apologise. But here goes the re-write of a story I personally hate, but hope to rekindle my past love for.

Chapter 1

Percy Jackson

Over the years I'd heard some pretty scolding names, some creative some... not so much. I'd been called motherless, idiot, homeless trash and my personal favourite, JackSHIT. Very mature, incredibly mature, but only a small selection of several hundred. It had more or less tapered off once I hit high school, but it remained to some degree, even some of the particularly nasty boys going as far to hit me, throw me even, which happened to be pretty simple considering my condition. That condition being homeless and starving. The slop I could see most others staring at with disgust was like gold to me, a lifesaver of which the lunch lady provided me with a gracious amount, which of course, was out of pity. I was grateful anyway. In a few seconds I had wolfed down what I had been given and left the cafeteria to find richer pastures. Well, in a sense.

I was seeking the locker rooms, which, as part of the homeless outreach the school was participating in, I had been graciously been awarded a key to shower in during breaks. The showers at the school were cold and the water the came out of them was a drizzle at best, and at worst felt like someone was scraping sweat off of their skin and throwing it onto me from about twenty feet away. It was just nice to have a shower though, so you won't catch me complaining. I finished up my shower, dried myself off with my pants, and went back to the school day. It was fourth period, with only two left, and I was having a pretty good day if i'm being honest. No one was name calling me, bullying was honestly minimal. Even Kronos, my biggest issue since middle school was pretty chill, and for that I was glad. I was looking forward to curling up into my dorm room, which was, more or less, a broom closet, and having a nice, long sleep. I was even looking forward to tomorrow, something that happened very rarely. Not that there was anything special about tomorrow, I just didn't have so much existential dread for once.

Eventually, I did curl up in my bed. It was nice, real nice. Sleep came quick, and with it came dreams. Nothing distinct, never really was, just blurred shapes and loud noises. On the note of noises in your head, can we take a second to talk about how the volume of the voice in your head never changes no matter what you do. Seriously, try yelling, then whispering. It's the exact same noise. Back on track. Waking up now. Painful, as always, I was never a morning person, even when I had a bed and a precooked breakfast waiting for me. Regardless, I rolled out of bed, stood up, and put on the well-worn clothes I had shed the night before. I opened the door and was faced with the lamest one liner I had ever heard. "Found you." Kronos had the sinister words down pat, because I couldn't remember ever starting a game of hide and seek in the first place, but the delivery left a little to be desired.

Then my feet went out from under me and Kronos was carrying me, bridal style. Not the most appropriate for what he planned, but close enough, I guess. He didn't talk, just creepily smiled down at me every now and then. Kronos had no compatriots and therefor no witnesses to what he was about to do. Which was of course nefarious and could possibly have a hint of attempted murder. The sound noises of the road were never far away at Goode High, but with every step Kronos took the sound got louder and louder, which was in no way suspicious at all. Before, when I suspected he had less sinister motives, I hadn't put up a fight because in the past it had always ended with me getting hurt more, but now, struggling seemed like a much preferable option, even with it's slim chance of escape, to a higher chance of death, which is pretty much what the road represented. It didn't work, as suspected, but it was worth a shot.

Kronos looked down and gave me a tsk tsk in the tone of a scolding grandmother. Huh, maybe he was taking me home to cook me cookies and give me some nice warm milk. If only, it's been too long since I've had cookies. Or milk for that matter. He stopped for a moment. "I wasn't about to reveal my grand surprise to you until we arrived, but I guess it won't hurt to… well, tell you how I'm going to hurt you." He went back to walking. "My plan is, simply, to put everyone else out of their misery and remove you from the school. More of a mercy to everyone else, but I guess it applies to you too. Can't imagine living the way you do is pleasant, dog." Damn, now he had the sinister tone down pat, and dog? That's actually a pretty good insult. I couldn't tell if he was going to talk again, and I guess it didn't matter, because we were at our destination. A little intersection where hit and runs were popular, especially late at night, but it wasn't out of the ordinary to see people being hit by cars in the early morning rush hour.

"Time to put the dog down, any last words?" Actually, no is the answer to that. No words for anyone, especially not murderers. I was kind of in doubt that he would carry through with this, because surely this simple 17-year-old wasn't a murderer or attempted at least. He was though, and I found that out as he threw me in front of a blue sedan, of some make. No time to tell as I impacted the windshield, sending spider-webs of cracks all up it and a impact crater that I imagine would be quite a lot to fix. Lot's of things felt broken, other than the windshield, but feeling much wasn't necessarily on the agenda as I blacked out, hearing the panicked voices of someone trying to get help to get me in the car, and then, that was it, for now at least.

A/N And there we go, kind of darker than the source material, but also more Percy like, I guess, it's been a while since I've read and of the books so his personality is to the best of my memory. But anyway, there's the updated chapter only a few years late, or maybe not late, maybe you'd just like some more chapters, but look, point is I hate the story as it is currently (aside from this, although I'm not a huge fan of the ending) so there will be major changes, and maybe I should just post it as a new story, but then it wouldn't get the attention I want it too, and you can see my dilemma. I'm going to remove all of the other chapters, and I may re-write them, but for now, this will be all there is. Anyway, adios frienderoos

-TheColdSpaghetti (the name is changed because as I changed fandoms, a name change felt apt)

Trash, moron, orphan, poor child, motherless, idiot.

These were names I was called every day, for five years.

Five years I had put up with this torture.

Every time I walked down the hallway to a class, to my locker or the cafeteria.

I hated it at first.

I got used to it after a while.

I was having a normal thursday afternoon.

I sat on my own in a deserted part of the school.

I heard the bell go in the distance, so I got up and began to walk to my class.

Out of nowhere three boys jumped at me scaring me so much that my unused vocal chords began to work again.

Yeah, I hadn't talked in three years. Since I stopped telling them to leave me alone.

The three boys picked up my incredibly light, thin body and carried me away.

I recognized the boys as Ethan Nakamura, Alabaster Torrington and Kronos Lewington.

They were my main torturers. I hated them with all of my heart.

They carried me away from the school, while I tried to put up a fight, but my weak body would not allow it.

I was carried to the highway, where I was promptly thrown.

I hit the ground hard. I wheezed as I heard Kronos, Ethan and Alabaster walk off laughing.

Suddenly I heard the screech of tires and I looked up.

There was a black jeep coming straight for me.

I tried to roll out of the way, but I had noticed the car too late. So the car hit my lower body. It wasn't necessarily hard, considering how hard the driver had been braking, but it still hurt like a bitch.

My vision started blurring and my hearing was slowly leaving me as well, but before I passed out I saw some feet coming towards me and a mans deep, gruff voice say "Annabeth, quick! Help me get him into the c..."

Then I fell out of the world of consciousness, and into the blissful peace of sleep.

A/N Hi guys! This story is just something I came up with at random, and it's just a tester story, so tell me in a review or a PM if you would like me to continue this. Chapters will be longer if I do continue this story, as well, so if you guys liked this, there will be more content later. Review please! Thankyou!

-SonOfHermes23