2 more years has passed. Nothing has changed. Jason's steady, not too bad but not too good either. He has been homeschooled since he was ten due to his health. Mother's still the same, ignores him like a plague, she never touch him anymore, afraid for what a devil son could do. He ignores her of course though he started questioning whether he's her son or not. He's so different, stood out like a sore thumb and ruined the perfect family his mother and Jason could have.

The black hair boy's sitting by himself in the back seat of the bus on its way to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the last school trip for this year. He curled up on the corner of his seat with his black hoody covering a quarter of his thin face. His eyes are dull while watching the scenery outside passed, his rosy pink lips curled up as a frown and his pale skin contrast drastically against his all black clothes. The seat beside him is empty, no one dare to be close to him, they're afraid of him. Well, he doesn't want to be bothered too anyway.

Percy closed his eyes and sighed, shielding his scary black red eyes from the world, he doesn't talk or even try to make any sound while the twenty-eight mental case kids and two other teacher doing the opposite of what he did. It was torture. His ears aren't used to hear all the laughter because the lack of happiness in his house.

The scenes outside continued to change for almost 30 minutes before finally the bus coming to a screeching halt indicating they have finally arrived on their destiny. Kids and teachers filed out the bus and gathered around in a small crowd, preparing to enter the museum. He stood behind beside Mrs. Dodds; the teacher who gives him creeps while the others are in front of him, chattering and ignoring them.

When it was their time to enter, he followed his classmates to the opening gate. Nothing out of ordinary just the usual stuffs in an ordinary museum, black and blue merchandise shop on the gateway, following with other school groups and some tourists. It was boring. Mr. Brunner was leading the tour as Mrs. Dodds trailing behind the group; he rode up in front on his wheelchair, guiding the whole group through the big echoed galleries, past marble statues and glass full of really old black and orange potteries that somehow had survived for two thousand years.

The teacher gathered them around on an artifact after Mr. Brunner paid for the entrance tickets, then he began explaining the history behind each painting. Percy tried to listen to the explanation but it was hard to do it while his other classmates were whispering to each other and every time he glared at them to shut up, would gave him the evil eyes which he returned and made her flinch away, after all his eyes are scarier than her.

is his math teacher at Yancy Academy, she's a really fat woman who always wears a denim dress. She also has a Chihuahua dog with the name of Sonny that seems to follow her everywhere she goes even to the classroom no matter how often the principal forbid any pet into the school. He never like her because she seems very weird, always glaring whenever he looks at her and he swore that her eyes changed into the slit eyes of a snake whenever no one was around. Not to mention her dog seems to hold some grudges against him.

"Mr. Jackson, care to tell us what this picture represents?" Mr. Brunner's voice brought him to the reality as the teacher pointed one of the pictures on the stele.

Percy narrowed his eyes at Mr. Brunner before he looked away and saw the carving, luckily for him, he recognized the picture. "It's Kronos eating his children, sir." He stated.

"Right, and why he ate his children?" Mr. Brunner asked again

Percy sighed, obviously not too happy that Mr. Brunner never stopped at one question, "He ate his children because he was too afraid that one of his children will overthrow him like what he did to his own father." He thought again for a moment about his lesson from Mr. Brunner a few weeks ago, "Luckily for his youngest child, Zeus, his mother hid him and tricked Kronos into eating a rock because he thought it was his son. Later when Zeus grew up, he tricked his own father into barfing up his older siblings."

Mr. Brunner nodded at him, "Very good Percy". He gestured to one of the pictures and said, "Percy's explanation is correct, after Zeus's siblings are out from Kronos's stomach, they went into a war between the titans and the gods and of course the gods won. They defeated their father and sliced him to pieces with his own scythe and scattered the remains into Tartarus, the darkest part of the Underworld. They later voted for Zeus to become the king of gods."

The whole group ignored the teacher explanation. Like usual.

"Like we're going to use this in the real life" Said one of the students from the group.

The teacher just smiled and said, "And why to paraphrase Ms. Bobofit's question, does this matter in a real life? Mr. Jackson?"

Why it's always him? Did he anger Mr. Brunner or something? Percy thought for a moment before answering in a low voice almost a whisper except the tone was cold, "No, It doesn't matter. It's just a bedtime story."

Mr. Brunner was taken aback by the answer, not expecting it to like that. "Percy, it's not just a bedtime story, it's a myth."

"What's the difference?"

He just sighed and refused to answer the question, shaking his head like he's disappointed in him. They continued the tour for a few hours. He was ready to ditch them all and hitched a ride to the closest park or something before finally Mr. Brunner announced they take a break for lunch.

Mrs. Dodds led the group to the front of the museum where there are several shops that sold various foods, and was almost immediately crowded by his classmates. He shook his head at their childishness and tried to find somewhere quiet to eat.

He chose to sit on the edge of a fountain, away from the others so at least he could be alone without being bothered. He opened his bag and took his turkey sandwich which he brought from home because his mother refused to give him money, he was lucky enough to have lunch at all.

He unwrapped the plastic of his sandwich and began chewing it slowly. He fell into a comfortable silent and enjoying the scenery in front of him while thinking about Jason, his brother and how much he missed him no matter it's just a few hours since he was with him. He loves his brother of course, he's the only person that seems to accept him and never care about his scary appearance. Though he rather be alone than socializing, he's still a human being who need other people's love and attention, and from the twelve years of his existence, only Jason who has managed to fill an empty hole of his heart. Call him cheesy or clingy, he doesn't care, no one can hear his thought anyway.

The silence was broken when Grover tapped his shoulder. He looked up and saw him holding a big apple on his right hand. "Hey, do you mind if I sit here?"

Percy raised an eyebrow but nodded. Without any comment, Grover sat beside him and began eating his lunch. They didn't talk or even try to make a conversation. Minutes passed and Grover seems uneasy after he finished his apple while Percy's still chewing his sandwich.

"Why do you think the myth is just a bedtime story?" He asked softly, broken the silence that grew tight between them.

Percy titled his head, confused about the question.

"I mean, when Mr. Brunner asked you about the importance of the myth in a real life, why did you say it's just a myth?"

"Why do you care?"

Grover just shrugged and said, "Just curious, I guess."

Percy looked at him, which made Grover feel uncomfortable so he looked away, "Curious about me or my answer? You act like you know me, but yet you couldn't even look into my eyes whenever you talk to me." He replied.

Grover sighed. "I-I'm sorry, Percy, I just want us to be friends."

"Why?"

"I-I don't know, I feel like I have to sometimes." Grover tried to avert his gaze to Percy's cold black and red eyes but immediately flinched away.

Percy put down his half eaten sandwich on his lap. "I don't need your pity."

"P-Percy, that's not what I meant." He paused. "I-I just need to be your friend, I need to protect you."

The idea of Grover protecting him is absurd, Grover's just a scrawny looking kid that always cry whenever he's frustrated and yet no one dare to bother Percy at all. Why did he need any protection at all?

"Protect me from what?"

"I-I can't tell you yet. It's not the right time."

"Damn it, Grover! Has anybody told you that it's rude not to look into someone's eyes when they talk?" The air is getting colder.

"Per-Percy, It's not that I don't want to look at you. It just…"

Percy was about to respond when he felt someone tapping his shoulder, he immediately looked into the intruder and found himself face to face with his teacher who was holding her pet in front of her stomach.

"Mr. Jackson, I hope you don't get yourself into trouble again because of harassment to your classmate." She smiled and gestured her other hand to Grover who looked so nervous, diverting his eyes from Mrs. Dodds and Mr. Brunner like he wants him to notice what's going on.

"I-I was not!" Percy said, his eyes are wide open, obviously angry someone has blamed him for nothing again.

"I don't believe you honey, come on you know better than to lie to me. Follow me, we must discuss something."

Percy glared at her before putting his forgotten sandwich into his bag and followed his teacher to the entrance hall, leaving Grover who looked so pale behind him. He followed her deeper into the museum and back to the Greek and Roman section which was empty from visitor that time.

He's still glaring at her while she just smile cruelly, her Chihuahua dog is barking at him.

"You shouldn't have been here, Little Brother." The last part she said it with a spat, the smile turned into a frown.

"Well, the fact that you dragged me- wait… What?! What do you mean by little brother?" The idea this nasty teacher is actually his long lost sibling, disgust him to no end.

"Of course you don't know, you are just a mistake." She let go of her Chihuahua to the floor and suddenly the said Chihuahua turned into a huge monster, a giant goat with a blood covered lion head and snakes as its tail. There's a collar around his neck, saying CHIMERA-RABID, FIRE-BREATHING, POISONOUS-IF FOUND, PLEASE CALL ECHIDNA.

is no longer a human either, she changed into some sort of a serpent hybrid creature, her eyes are yellowish green while her legs in the form of two serpent's tail.

"You shall die, Perseus Jackson! You are a mistake! You are an abomination to this world! A Shame to all of us!" Former Mrs. Dodds shouted at him.

He didn't know how, but as the words left her mouth he felt the familiar raw power through his veins again, the familiar power that he used to torture his mother 2 years ago. His skin burned and so do his eyes, he could feel the area around him is getting colder, he clenched his hands as his muscle tensed, and when the serpent looking creature roared the word attack, his power exploded.

The Chimera didn't even get the opportunity to attack when the monster roared a screeching painful sound as the ring of fire formed around its body. He didn't even notice when Mr. Brunner and Grover entered the room he was in, he just felt a clenching feeling in his gut before the Chimera was burnt alive in flames. The chimera tried to pry off the fire but it was useless as it continued to burn, he didn't even hear the gasp from his teacher and his supposedly to be friend, Grover before the Chimera turned into a yellowy dust.

It's not over yet. The hissing of a serpent brought his attention back to his former teacher. Before he could do anything, the hybrid pushed him back hard enough to make him fly to the wall behind him. He crashed with a dull thump. But before his body could touch the ground, the hybrid grabbed him by his throat and smashed him to the wall again.

"You killed my child! And you shall die for it, Perseus Jackson!" She hissed.

Her grip tightened around his neck, his vision began to blur. He could tell that if he didn't do anything in a minute, he would die in a very painful way. He concentrated his energy to his hand and pushed her off his body, luckily for him the hybrid flied to the opposite wall and collided with a loud crack.

He walked to her and saw that blood was pouring out of its mouth and nose, her body is covered in scratches and black looking blood, he kicked her ribs making her winched immediately. He then kneel by her side, he didn't know what to do but he felt his hand began to move to her forehead, before his hands glowed with red light and the fire ring circle appeared around them. Her body was trashing when the fire licked at her skin, burnt her alive like he did with her son, she screamed and tried to wiggle away, trying to get away from his touch, but it was useless. The flame became bigger and bigger, and then she stopped struggling before she breathe her last breath. The crimson red blood eyes were the last thing she saw before she turned into a golden dust.

The power he felt a few minutes ago was gone immediately and was replaced by exhaustion, he could tell he's going to be sore after this. He felt his limbs are getting numb while his eyelashes are dropping every few seconds. He was so tired but he needed to go back to his school group, so he stood up, not caring that his legs felt like a jelly underneath him and before he could make the first step, he fell again onto the floor, unconscious. He didn't even realize his teacher and Grover shouted at him as they ran to his side.