The Third

by youngdestiny

AU. Percy's kidnapped as a young boy, and experimented on by Valentine. When his adoptive brother, Johnathon, is taken over by his demon blood, he escapes from his prison to seek the help of the 'Angel-boy' at the New York Institute. But should he reveal his true identiy? Will they trust him enough to help him?

2. Chapter 1

9 years later

Cold, damp air and the sound of chains clanking together surround him. Percy Morgenstern was chained to the wall, shackles around his ankles and wrists. He was 13 now and still wasn't let out of the basement. His brother, Jonathan, would sometimes sneak in to keep him company or try to clean his wounds. Even though his brother had demon blood running through his veins, he still had some humanity left.

Suddenly, the door to the basement creaked open and dim light streamed in as exhausted emerald green eyes lifted to look at the man he had thought of as a father.

He was only six when his father brought him down to the basement to show him his experiments. When he was done bragging and explaining to a horrified Percy, looking proudly at his experiments, he grabbed Percy from behind and shoved him into a cage.

He was eight when his father deemed him old enough and injected him with werewolf DNA. As he lay there, in pain, his father explained to him that 'why shouldn't Shadowhunters have the powers of Downworlders' and 'he was going to make Percy special and more powerful'.

Five years and a vampire DNA injection later, he's here, right where his father had left him. His brother stopped visiting him when Percy turned twelve, 'Jonathan probably lost it or Valentine had caught him' he had thought.

Valentine slowly descended from the stairs and walked to him at a sedated pace, looking him up and down. "Well my son, looks like it's time. You're going to learn, I'm going to teach and you are going to give it your all. Do you understand?" He stopped in front of Percy and looked him in the eyes.

Seeing Percy's faint nod, he slowly started to unshackle him. When Valentine was done, Percy dropped to the ground and landed into a groaning heap on the floor. He tried to get up, but his knees kept giving in until strong hands wrapped around his arms and hauled him to his feet.

"Come." He said and dragged Percy up the stairs of the basement, still keeping a firm hand around his arm.

As Percy stepped out of the basement, he covered his eyes with an arm to block the sharpening light and took another step into his childhood house.

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Author's Note:

Hey guys, next chapter will be a two year time skip where Percy will be 15 and fully trained.