A/N: first fanfic in a while! I've been meaning to write this for an eternity! I actually typed it up but I live in Oklahoma and the last storm took my power out (it was terrible, we saw the tornado from my back deck 'MURICA, only place where you go sitesee a tornado or as we say here, tornader) anywho, I OWN NOTHING! ALL RIGHTS GO TO RICK RIORDAN!
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Kidnapped? I have actually been kidnapped. This is the stuff that only happens in books or something. Famous pop/rock stars do not simply disappear off the face of the earth. It is highly irregular. My wrist hurt. Have I mentioned that? I wish they had tied the ropes a little looser so I didn't get rope burn every time I shifted.
Snap out of it, Jackson! You're letting your ADHD get to you! I was. Two deep breaths now. IIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNN OOOOOUUUUUUT IIIIIIIIIIINNNN OOOOOUUUUT. Ok, now I can think a little straighter. Back to when it first started. The day of my charity concert.
My name is Percy Jackson. You might know me as Jackson LaChance. See how I cleverly put my last name as my first? Yeah, I am just that cool. Hey, no judgment. I'm not judging you and all you're doing is sitting at a computer reading made up stories about your favorite book characters. I admit that was a bit harsh, I am sorry. Anyways, back to the story.
I got started in my first year at high school. I was your average geeky teen. Black hair, green eyes, glasses. The works. My favorite things to do had been singing and swimming. Of course I had a horrible, absolutely horrible, case of stage fright. Anytime I stepped into the spotlight I couldn't even make a squeak. Scratch that, all I did was squeak. I remember in middle school when I had a small part in the production of You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown I saw the faces looking up at me and fainted on the spot. Not a highlight in my life.
So in high school I thought I might try a different route. You see, my family (which includes me and my mom) weren't really what most people would consider 'rich'. We barely made it by. Music was my pass to a better life for me and my mom, Sally. I went to a small restaurant that my mom's boyfriend, Paul, owns. It's called the Seaside Café. Paul had set it up so I could do a small gig there. Nothing too big. Just a song or two to a nearly empty room. I had pulled the hood up on my jacket and put on sunglasses. As soon as I stepped on the stage I felt a rush. They didn't know who I was and if I totally messed up, which, let's be honest, was pretty likely, than they couldn't hold it against me.
I sung one of my favorite songs, "Secrets" by One Republic. The crowd seemed to like it so I sang another. And another. Eventually I took a break and I was immediately approached by one of the customers.
"What's your name kid?"I had a brief moment of panic. I couldn't tell him who I actually was. What if I actually knew him, or what if he told someone who knows me.
"Jackson" I said slowly.
"Jackson…" He was waiting for a last name. Glancing around nervously I spotted a poster plastered to the wall. It was a yellow hybrid car with a scantily clad woman laying on top. Under the picture it said 'LaChance Cars, worth taking a chance for!'
"LaChance, Jackson LaChance" Yeah, that sounded good, suave.
"Well, Jackson LaChance, you're pretty good. Will you sing here more?" That question was quickly answered by Paul
"Of course," he said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Jackson is hopefully going to become a regular." And I guess that's how I got started. Hiding my identity while I sang. It was probably the best move I've ever made. I could be Jackson and Percy. Even though I love to sing, I must say that I also love being on the side lines.
So yeah, when I got kidnapped… Hang in there, dear reader. The excitement comes soon.
The lights were flashing, the crowd was screaming. A rush of adrenalin coursed through my blood. Even sitting backstage, in my dressing room, I could hear them. Screaming my name, thousands of them. I looked in the mirror for the millionth time. I've had nightmares about going on stage without my blond wig or brown contacts. Let's just say that is something I'd like to keep to myself for a while. A stage hand ran in.
"Jackson, it's almost time." How do you explain the walk to the stage? It's exhilarating. Imagine the anticipation of going on a rollercoaster for the first time. Or diving off the high dive. The way you feel on the ride where your stomach feels as if it might drop foot or the way your heart seems to pound in your throat. Now add in the fact that it's the best day of your life and you feel as if nothing can hold you back. That is the feeling. I've felt it several times already but I never get used to it. My manager gave me a highfive and handed me my microphone.
"Go get 'em tiger, you'll do great" I took one deep breath and stepped into view of the thousand of screaming fans. My band started up and I started to sing.
"I'm no superman, I can take your hand…"
It was a song called "Hero" (Originally by Sterling Knight, I don't own it) it was one of my first hits. It was the song that originally got me noticed in the big times. Since then it's only been up. The concert was in Las Angeles, California. It was a charity event, entry by donation. We were hoping to raise money to help fund research for AIDS and HIV. I thought it was a good idea and my publicist agreed.
After the concert was the signing. I sat outside and took pictures with people and signed CD's and posters. It was my favorite part of the whole process. I love meeting my fans. They're so sweet! After a couple squealing teenage girls passed by, I noticed a couple standing off to the side. They kept glancing my way and muttering to themselves. There were four of them. One looked completely punk, chopped off black hair with blue highlights and dark eyeliner. Another had long black hair and gorgeous brown eyes. A third had wavy, shoulder length, brown hair and hazel eyes. The last one… she was different. She had calculating gray eyes and a face that was near impossible to read. Her hair was blond and fell in spiral curls. She gave me a wink over her shoulder and quirked an eyebrow. The glint in her eyes was what some would call malicious. I was pulled back to reality when yet another CD was shoved in my face.
When I went back to my dressing room, I couldn't get that girl off my mind. I'll admit it, she scared me a little. The way she looked at me was almost as if she knew something I didn't. I don't like being left in the dark, it was getting under my skin. I felt as if something big was going to happen soon.
A knock at the door made me jump. Calm yourself, Percy. You're overreacting. It was most likely my bodyguard, Paul, coming to get me to go to the hotel. Paul is always standing there, he would never let anyone near my dressing room, would he? I opened the door slowly. The girl from before was standing there smiling.
"Surprise" she said sweetly and kicked me in the chest. I admit, my first thought was 'ow'. My second thought, of course, was 'WHERE THE HELL IS PAUL!?' I scrambled backward and tried to regain my footing. I was just about to call out when her three companions stepped into the doorway.
"I dare you to yell" said the one with short black hair, the punk.
"What do you want?" I tried to sound as manly as I could but even I could hear the quaver in my voice.
"Isn't it obvious" said Punk, she held out some rope. Well crap… rope is never good. That was when they all jumped on me. When they pinned me down, they shoved a cloth over my mouth. I smelled something sweet and darkness closed in on me.
Yeah yeah, crappy ending, I know. Don't hate me cuz you ain't me! Please tell me what you think. Hopefully the chapters will get longer as I go on. Love, hate? Please, if you are to leave a comment include what you liked (like the writing style, the POV, and so on…) and what you disliked.
I need constructive criticism! Please feel free to point out any mistakes I've made. Keep in mind this is just the prologue to explain what is going on.
Thank y'all for reading!