When I looked I saw Ethan running towards me, I caught him at the time. He was accompanied by eight other guys who looked more like fighters than anything. I woke up from my trance and did the one thing I did all my life. I ran. I ran like never before in my short life.

Now you must think I'm a skinny man who does not know how to fight and everything. Well if you thought that you almost got it. I'm not that skinny, but I do not have a healthy body there either. Now , fights? Well it is not wanting to boast more I have always been good at fighting, in the opinion of others. That's right, now you should think that since I'm so good I should face them and everything more right? Wrong. I have love for life, those eight more looked like the devil's children with those killer faces, other than they were armed with baseballs.

I ran all over Central Park, sometimes looking over my shoulders, to see if I had misled them. Until I saw no one else and stopped.

"That's the one that passed by-I barely closed the puddle I heard

- 'It was here we go' - man I'm very unlucky.

I could not keep running for long, my chest ached and my legs felt like gelatin, I thought, until in a desperate act I looked at the lake and did not think twice. I jumped.

Dude, if it were summer, I would not mind, more in the middle of winter? I thought I was going to die with the thermal impact. My body felt like it was being bathed in acid , but even so I submerged in time for veils to jump from behind a tree.

I do not know how long I stood there, my lungs begged for air, but I knew that if I left the lake worse than drowning would happen to me. Until I could not take it anymore and gave a push toward the surface. When my head popped up and inhaled, it was as if my lungs were ripped, but I did not care. As in an automatic act of survival, I looked around. My heart was filled with wanting jumps in expectation, but when I saw that there was no one, I swam toward the shore.

I shivered so hard it seemed like my bones would go out and start dancing. Great, I thought, I'm going to be sick now, just to think about it I shuddered. I would not go back to a hospital, never again in my life. You must think I'm crazy or something. I still remember the first and only time I entered the hospital.

Flashback

'At the time I was ten, that is, I was already living on the streets at least two, on that particular day, I was very hungry. It had been almost four days since I had eaten, outside some fungi-filled biscuits that I found near the pier.

I was walking around looking at the trash cans, bags thrown in the streets looking for something to kill the hunger that was becoming increasingly unbearable. That's when I smelled really good. Today thinking a little better, it was not even that good, but hunger does incredible things with you. I looked around for the source of that scent until I found it.

That bakery was one of the busiest in the area, and surely that was the only place I could ever steal anything. Not because of lack of experience, but because the owner of it made me afraid. Hermes Cluster was certainly bad, according to people their cakes were the best. Even a few months ago when I was just passing by he stopped me and threatened me with a knife in my neck saying that if I came near one of his creations, read cakes, I would go and turn the ingredient of the next. I've never had a chance to try anything to steal those cakes ever since.

Until today. I could not stand the hunger anymore. I did not even think about the consequences of that action. I sneaked into the bakery and went inside. I looked around and saw that there was no one, and walked with a little more confidence. He would not even know it was me, I thought, I do not even need to mention that this was my mistake. As I walked toward the nearest cake, which was of medium size with blue covering, I heard a voice speak behind me.

"Time, see if you're not the hungry beggar," my heart froze at that voice. I turned slowly and found a Mr. Hermes staring at me with hatred.

"You're not going to say anything, boy," he said, approaching and grabbing my arms. "What I warned you, boy," he snapped, pulling a knife out of the way and pointing at me. - More like today I'm in a good mood I'll let you take the cake.

'Surely, there is some lump in that angu,' I thought. I sure was right, my suspicions were confirmed just walk qu he looked at me with a look malign him and screamed.

- Chris, come here - a few minutes passed, I see a kid with more or less my age, that more seemed to be the thumbnail of Mr. Hermes - This Chris, as you see we have a client who is not welcome . How about you show our visitor we treat people the ilk d it?

That miniature of evil looked at me with disdain and said nothing. He just dragged me to the back of the bakery where there was a door leading to a filthy room, smelling of mothballs. He threw me hard on the floor and locked the door behind him. I looked sideways for a way out, when I see the door open again and Chris come in with the blue cake in one hand and a rolling pin in the other.

- Well bro, - he started approaching me - Now that such a you eat and beautiful blue cake

I will not deny, I was afraid, very afraid. Until that moment I had not said anything. I just swallowed and shook my head.

"Haa ... but now you're going to have to eat useless," he said, throwing the cake in my face and beginning to hit me with the roll.

I was crying and trying to get away from him at all costs. How could anyone be so bad, I thought, that boy was still about my age and was as cruel as his father.

I no longer felt pain, my vision was blurred, but I could see a large pool of blood forming around me. I did not realize that he had stopped hitting me and was already dragging me along with someone, I believe it was Mr. Hermes. It was already dark when they threw me into a dark alley and ran out. Being that was the last thing I remember.

I woke up in a white salt, lying on a hard mattress. I looked around and realized that I was in a hospital even though I had never entered one in my life. I was all watched attentively when the door opens on a jolt. And a very pretty woman of apparent forty years dressed in a white coat looked at me with disgust.

"So it means the plague has woken up," she said, I just swallowed hard and kept staring.

" Are you looking at the plague?" You were lucky that they found you still alive, because I would have let you rot there ... - she was still talking when another woman came in, she had brown hair and eyes and she said

"What screams are these Aphrodites?" he asked, this deferential one of Aphrodite looked at me with kind eyes that for a moment made me forget everything I passed.

- Time Sally, you still ask? There's a beggar. Did you listen well? A beggar here in that hospital. I do not answer that kind of people.

"Stop it, Aphrodite, you graduated to save lives not to ...

- That's right ... lives. Lives that can pay me well for my treatment ...

I looked at that scene in amazement, it seemed that they were going to grab it in there, I told you.

"You can leave it alone," I said, standing up.

They stared at me open-mouthed. Just did not understand why . When I made mention of leaving I was stopped by a desperate Dr. Sally.

- No dear! You 're not in the right conditions yet ...

"Let him go Sally," Aphrodite interrupted. "No one in that hospital here.

Sally looked at her reprovingly and turned to me.

"Stay here with a little darling," she said, already dragging the other, who had an indignant face.

I hardly expected them to leave, and I looked around until I found my clothes that were washed, picked them up and left. He would never enter that place again. I would rather die, but I would not go back there. '

Off Flashback

I was still lying on the edge of the lake with those thoughts that I realized he might be around. I stood up ignoring the numbness in my legs and walked toward the street.

I was halfway there when I was stopped by a clenched fist toward my face. I fell with bloody nose and mouth and looked up.

Ethan looked at me with a winning look, as if he had just won the lottery.

- Look at if not the hungry dead - and le spoke and heard laughter, so mind at that moment I realized that the all his eight henchmen were there.

"What about you, Ethan, do not you just leave me nowhere to sleep?" I said, staring at him, nor did I know where he'd gotten the courage for it, but I was tired of all smile soon disappeared and he hit me with another punch, which I automatically retaliated.

His henchmen seized and began their torture section. They dragged me to a less-lighted place and began punching and kicking me, until I just cringed more and more.

Ethan came closer to me and held a baseball bat and spoke

"Why do we do this?" he asked disdainfully, "you'll see, it's why people like you exist. You were not born to be trodden boy, by the way , what's your name?

I was silent. If he did not know my name he would chase after me if he did. He was not content with my silence, he began to punch me in the head with the cue. I could nottake it anymore. My vision was dark because of the blood dripping from my head.

"Come on boy," he began again, "tell me your name.

"P ... Percy" ... - I spoke already without forces

"Right, Percy, listen here ..." He did not have time to speak as a couple began to approach quickly, I think they heard my screams.

"Damn," said Ethan, "we have to get out of here," he said to others already turning, but not before he hit another blow with full force in my head.

The couple came running, until I hear a female voice speak

"My gods, Poseidon, look at this," the woman said as she approached me, "we have to take you to a hospital now ..."

Then I did not hear anything else. I just had the vague feeling that I had seen those eyes.