I had to quickly blink back the tears that cane from getting my nose bashed in, so whoever did it didn't think I was a little bitch.

"Percy? You here?" No, you hit some random person who just so happened to be in my room. I didn't want to open my mouth, and let nose blood drip into it, so I settled for a grunt. The person peered their head around the door. Grover.

I fixed him with my best glare, which was sorta hard to do when my nose was lighting up like Rudolph's. He had the decency to at least look embarrassed, then swung the door open, presumably to help me up. But, I fell with my legs spread, so the door hit me right in the crotch. I clutched my nether regions in pain, the bloody nose completely forgotten about, and fell backwards even more. My head hit a bedpost. Hard.

Grover seemed to have frozen up in the doorway. My eyes were watering like a stream. Grover finally swung the door open wide enough to get in with his crutches.

I should explain that Grover has some sort of muscle defect, that requires him to use crutches for the rest of his life. So it was just my luck when the crutch landed on my sock-covered toes.

"Fuck!" I finally managed to screech out, my voice an octave higher than normal. Grover finally gathered enough sense to back up, and let me sort myself out. His face was a bright red. So was mine, but out of pain, not embarrassment. It took me a minute to get myself up.

I struggled walking over to the bathroom to clean the blood off my face. I was limping and crossing my legs at the same time. Not fun. Luckily, when I looked in the mirror, it seemed that no blood got on my clothes. Maybe it got on my shirt, but they were of similar color, so no one would notice. One quick face rinse and a tissue up my nose later, I was almost fine. Hopefully this nosebleed would go away by the time I got to class. Speaking of which…

I hobbled out the bathroom and glanced at the red LED alarm clock display. 6:55. I needed to go, now. I glared at Grover until he started talking. We usually met up in class.

"Hey, Percy" Grover started, with a nervous laugh, "I-I was wondering if you did the math homework. I k-kinda forgot about it." My glare stayed steady on Grover. I never did my homework, and he should know this by now. It was May.

I kept glaring, but it didn't seem that Grover had anything else to say. Normally, I would suspicious, but this isn't the weirdest thing Grover has done. The guy once ate a piece of a cafeteria tray. He thought nobody else saw, but I did. I just didn't say anything, it freaked me out that much. Albeit how weird he is, Grover is my best friend. He's also pretty much my only friend. Kinda sad, ain't it?

At this point, Grover just turned around and walked out the door, thankfully. Next to the door were my shoes, a pair of black converse high tops. I pulled them on quickly. I picked up my bag from next to my shoes and slung it over my shoulder. After checking to make sure I had my room keys, I locked the doors and walked down the halls to catch up with Grover.

I caught up, and slowed down to match his pace. We were just ambling down the hallways of Yancy Academy. Yancy was a boarding school in upstate New York, for 'troubled kids'.

Am I a troubled kid? Yeah. If by troubled, you mean a kid with some higher power out to just mess up his life, then yeah. This is my fifth school in five years, and I'm only twelve. And, if the pattern continues, today marks the day I get expelled. Today, I am going on a field trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, with my Latin teacher Mr. Brunner. Bad things happen to me on field trips. Like in fourth grade when I dumped the whole class into a shark tank at the aquarium. Or in fifth, when I accidentally blew up the school bus at the Saratoga Battlefield. It goes on and on.

I was determined to not screw up this year, though. If I did, I would get 'the look' from my mom. 'The look' is when her eyes get really watery, like she's about to cry, and she draws her lips into a tight line like she's frustrated. I hate it when my mom cries. But she doesn't actually get angry. Ever. It's kinda scary.

Grover and I entered the pre-algebra classroom, and were immediately locked onto by Ms. Dodds' beady eyes. Ms. Dodds was a short, old, wrinkly lady. She also wore a leather jacket that somehow made her scary. Basically a hag on steroids.

"Boys, I will have you know that I do not tolerate lateness, especially this late into the school year. Detention, tomorrow." She rasped at us.

Pre-algebra was from 7:00 to 7:55. The field trip left at 8. Oh, how I hate my life.

After an hour, another chewing out from Ms. Dodds, and another detention, class was over. After packing up, we followed Ms. Dodds to the bus. Unfortunately, she volunteered to chaperone with Mr. Brunner.

On the bus, I was already tempted to break my vow to not get expelled. Nancy Bobofit, the bully of our grade, was chucking chunks of peanut butter and ketchup sandwich at Grover. They kept getting stuck in his mini-afro.

Nancy Bobofit was a big girl for her age. She probably had the B.O to match, but I never got close enough to find out. I planned to keep it that way. She had stringy scarlet hair, freckles, and buck teeth that a rabbit would envy. She would always pick on me and Grover. Grover, because he was just such an easy target. He would cry when he got frustrated. She picked on me because I defended Grover.

I started to get up, to go clock Nancy in her ugly mug, when Grover yanked on my bag.

"Percy, don't. You can't get in trouble again, or you'll get expelled." He said to me. I clenched my jaw. I really hate school. And rules. And bullies.

It was a long bus ride, with Nancy throwing her lunch at us. My fists were clenched enough that my short nails left indents in my palm. We finally made it though. Everyone clambered off the bus, a bit shaky legged from sitting for like an hour. The bus stopped in front of the Museum, then peeled off as soon as everyone was off.

The class ascended the marble stairs, with some difficult in the case of Mr. Brunner's wheelchair. We made it though, and began the tour. I was not paying attention in the slightest. My mind was more occupied on other things. Like the storm that seemed to be brewing overhead, with the possibility of a hurricane. I also had a bad habit of counting my steps, which took up most of my thoughts. So I was completely unprepared when Grover slammed a crutch onto my foot.

"Ow! What the hell, man?!" I half-shouted at him. Instead of answering, he pointed at Mr. Brunner.

Mr. Brunner looked rather amused, as he asked me "Mr. Jackson. Nice of you to join us. Now, can you tell the class what this picture represents?"

I looked at the carving. It looked like a man, eating… babies? What? I racked my brain trying to figure out who ate their kids in Greek mythology.

"Uh, that is the Titan Kronos. And, he is, um, eating his kids?" I said/asked. Mr. Brunner looked slightly disappointed, probably because I didn't go in depth with my answer.

"Yes, Mr. Jackson. That is indeed the Titan Lord Kronos. The Titan of Time, and father of the Olympians, he…" I stopped paying attention, as the Latin Teacher droned on.

Suddenly, an explosion rocked the building. Many of the kids screamed, while I just jumped about a foot into the air. I immediately turned on my heel, and ran for the entrance, where I heard the explosion.

"Mr. Jackson, get back here!" Mr. Brunner shouted at me. Running towards the sound of an explosion? Definitely not my brightest idea. But, my ADHD took over, and not knowing what happened would slowly kill me.

My feet were pounding against the marble, when another explosion shook my world. I tripped and almost face planted , but caught myself. I got up, and kept running. I was near the entrance, and there were many piercing shrieks outside. Probably from people who were getting caught up in the mess.

I thought I was going to see S.W.A.T vans, and terrorists. Whatever 'terrorists' look like.

I was not expecting a giant rock monster, and a man hovering in the air, surrounded by electricity.

Since this an inFAMOUS crossover, I'm sure most of you know who the rock monster is. Not the lightning man. It is a coincident he has the same powers as Cole. I thought it would be funny if Percy, a son of Poseidon, was also an electro conduit. Btw, I'm only touching on Second Son, not the games with Cole MacGrath. I didn't play 1, 2, Festival of Blood, or First Light. Only Second Son. I will watch a walkthrough of First Light, so I know what Curdun Cay is like. I might play around with Celia Penderghast's character. I read about her on a wiki, and she seems interesting.