Hey guys! I'm Decidecii and this will be my first ever fanfic. I was inspired to write this after reading a bunch of depressing fanfics online, and the angsty teenager in me screamed out for me to make one too! As a personal rule, I'm always open for constructive criticism and reviews, so reviews would be appreciated, or else I'll feel like my story is unloved. :( So R&R! Anyways, on to the chapter!
Chapter 1 – The Perfect Picture
The moon was shining brightly overhead. The Fall night had seemed perfect for a walk, Percy thought to himself. As perfect as a picture.
Percy wandered aimlessly around the forest, contemplating to himself everything that had happened.
Soon afterwards, however, the clear night sky slowly began to storm over. Dark thunderheads approached from overhead, and quickly began covering Camp Half-Blood with its steady rain. The rain that fell from the dark clouds began at a slight drizzle, but then reached a thunderous downpour a few minutes later.
By then, Percy was scrambling to find shelter from the rain. He eventually settled for sitting on a rock underneath a huge oak tree, whose bright fiery orange leaves gave him shelter from the rain. He then proceeded to look at the drops of rain that fell solemnly on the ground, and generally feeling sorry for himself.
"Just great," Percy said, clearly annoyed by the rain, "Just a little extra something I needed to brighten up my day..."
He then began anxiously pacing the area near the rock.
"What now?" Percy mumbled to himself. "What do I do now?"
A clap of thunder was his only response as sat back down on the rock.
Due to some events that had occurred the past couple of months, Percy was feeling pretty terrible. He was out of options he could take. There was really only one option left, but not one he really wanted to take.
"This is not good. Not good at all."
He sighed to himself, with his head in his hands, thinking about just how recently he had been happy, with no major worries what-so ever. Back then, all he needed was himself, his friends, and maybe the occasional blue cherry coke.
But then things began to change three months ago.
Flashback 3 months
After defeating Kronos, Percy was the grand up-and-coming hero of the day. Annnabeth was his girlfriend, he had the support of all of his friends behind him, and the future was looking bright.
Percy had gotten a a flood of congratulations from his fellow campers, some gods, and even even a hastily written thanks from Zeus himself!
Unfortunately, after that, was when the trouble came.
People began approaching Percy for favors, ranging from "Can you help me to defeat some_?" to "Heeelllllpppp Percccyyy I don't know how to use this dagger!" Percy knew he was seen as a sort of big-brother figure for many of the campers, and he just couldn't say no.
Now, Percy was always willing to help out. He was a kind, cheerful teenager, always steadily loyal to his friends and fellow campers, and gave a hand whenever he was needed.
But his sense of justice got him into a situation that slowly escalated from being annoying into full-blown malice from other campers.
Percy was just trying to protect a new half-blood from being bullied by some Ares kids. He didn't do anything wrong. But when the Ares kid went in for a punch, his body kicked in for an automatic reflex, and he promptly jammed his elbow into the camper's face. It hurt, to say the least. He was out for days.
Guess he hadn't really learned his own strength yet.
After that, Percy wasn't really regarded as well as he used to be. He was still well liked, but things began to degrade from there.
Rumors claimed that not only was Percy secretly arrogant and selfish, and that he actually enjoyed purposely hurting that camper. It wasn't hard to imagine, with him tearing up the practice targets during training sessions, turning any thing within a few feet of him into pieces and parts. Not only that, but didn't "so-and-so see Percy cheating on Annabeth with that super slutty Aphrodite girl last week?" After all, they had seen it themselves.
By then, Percy was kind of annoyed. The rumors were just getting out of hand. He wasn't as oblivious to these rumors as he pretended to be. Normally, he just brushed the accusations off whenever someone asked about them, but as the rumors escalated, he didn't have an alibi for every single thing he did every day. Not to mention the dirty looks he was getting everywhere. Percy had it rough.
Then things had gone from there.
Now rumors claimed that was Luke had actually been killed by Percy himself, all in one huge attempt to get rid of the well-liked leader of Camp Half-Blood.
Now Percy was angry. How dare they? How dare they even mention the very fact that he had tried to kill Luke! He had done every thing to save him!...
By one months ago, Percy was practically shunned throughout the entire camp.
By three weeks ago, Annabeth was basically avoiding him, afraid that the rumors were true, and too scared of confronting him because of the risk to their relationship. The slightest bit of doubt had creeped into her mind, and then firmly rooted in her, spreading until even she, a daughther of Athena, was a bit shakey on the facts. And then she had saw Percy with another girl, whispering sweet nothings to someone else underneath the oak tree, whose leaves were, oddly, a sickly brown color.
She turned around and walked back to the cabins, kicking some of the fallen leaves along the way. She didn't cry.
And by one week ago, a certain someone approached Percy with a little proposition.
One hour ago, the proposition had seemed like a bad idea.
And by now, it looked like he really didn't have many other options to take.
So how was it? Good? Next chapter we'll learn about the proposition this certain someone has made with Percy! I know it wasn't that interesting this chapter, but trust me it get better! Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed it. As a side note, I probably will only update Fridays and weekends. R&R! I stayed up until 12 AM writing this!
