Ok here is the first chapter of Percy Jackson and the New Order. Technically the previous chapter was a sneak peek.
I should have mentioned this, but the events of last chapter won't happen until a while. I'm going to be building up Percy's character before the hit man stuff happens.
Because the last chapter was a sneak peek it had significantly less words then what I usually right. Most chapters will be 3000 words or more.
The New Order
"I'm sorry, but it seems that you just don't have the necessary qualifications that we're looking for in our employees."
"I understand."
"We wish you good luck on your search for a job. And thank you for applying at Wayne enterprise."
"Thank you for having me."
He Put on a smile and got up from his seat, shaking the hiring managers hand before grabbing the folders that were in front of them.
"Would you kindly exit out of the door to your right."
Gathering his things, he pushed the door open. He was greeted to the sight of a narrow alley, he could see the road from here and could tell it was in the middle of rush hour. The sun shone overhead casting light through the thin opening at the top.
He kicked the side of the building in anger the interview had been his fourth one and again he had been denied. He exited the alleyway and onto the sidewalk and was greeted with the sight of a police chase in progress.
This city was filled with crime and corruption, he wished that he could stop it, but he was tired of fighting, tired of the pain of losing loved ones and friends. So, he turned a blind eye, acted like the crimes essentially never happened.
Percy shook his head to get rid of the depressing thoughts. He focused back on the task at hand, he needed a job, hopefully soon. This was the seventh time he had been rejected for other people and it was starting to get to him.
He hadn't realized when he had arrived at his house. The paint was peeling off the front of the house, the door had been originally been painted red, but years of negligence had caused it to become dirt brown.
He reached into his pocket and withdrew his house key, inserting it into the door. He had to jiggle it around a little because the mechanism was ancient and worn.
When he finally heard the click that signified that it had unlocked, he pushed it open and was greeted with an uninviting interior. The inside was almost as bad as the outside; however, he had been tidying it up over the months which made it slightly better.
He took a deep breath once he was inside to calm himself, his eyes drifted over the pictures he had set up on a shelf by the door. It had been so easy back then, the only things he had to worry about was smelly Gabe and whether he would get kicked out of his current school.
He sat down on the coach in the living room and turned on the television. It was tuned into one of the many news channels, they were covering the recent attacks by different villains in multiple locations, Gotham city, Star city, Pearl Harbor, and Central City being the main focus because of the heroes.
Percy snorted at the hilarity of these so called "heroes" they thought they were helping, but they weren't. Every bad guy they locked up was back on the streets in less than a month, every threat they defeated was replaced by another, bigger threat. What would happen when they fought someone they couldn't beat.
Percy sat there for a little longer alone in his house, the news had changed to another topic that he didn't really care about.
Suddenly he was broken from his trance when he heard his stomach ask for food. Getting up from his coach, he made his way over to the kitchen and opened the fridge, only to find it completely void of anything except for some leftovers from a week ago that we're already going bad.
Deciding that getting out of the house might do him some good, he grabbed his coat and wallet from the coach and exited the rundown apartment, locking the door behind him.
After the giant war the seven had gone their separate ways. Annabeth had broken up with him, her reasoning for it was that she needed to focus more on designing Olympus. Frank and Hazel has moved to Canada and he hadn't heard from him since, Jason and piper were in Camp Jupiter and were still going strong in their relationship.
Chiron had tried multiple times to get him to come back to Camp Half-blood, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. There were so many bad memories of that place, of death and war, of bloods d suffering, and it had completely overshadowed the good memories. So, he would always decline his invitations, and always say that he was doing alright.
But he wasn't, he was getting more apathetic by the day, and if he didn't do anything, he feared that he might become one of the people he had fought. He had seen a glimpse of what he might become that one time in Tartarus when he had fought Akhlys.
He had wanted to cause her pain, to make her suffer, as he suffered, and he had loved it, he had loved the feeling of power as he turned her own poison against her, as he watched fear appear across her face. But Annabeth, his anchor, had brought him back before he could do it. But she wasn't here anymore, to hold him back and he was afraid of what he might due if provoked.
So, he was working on controlling his anger, but he felt like there was something inside him that was affecting him in some way. It was bringing out his worst qualities, making him more violent and more prone to anger. It first manifested itself after the incident on the Argo II with the Eidolons.
Hoping to calm the anger that he was feeling he made his way to a nearby pool, swimming always did help him calm down when he was wound up.
When he made it to the pool house, he noticed a construction crew in front of it. He quickly walked up to one of the men in a hard hat.
"Um, exercise me, what are you doing with the pool house?"
The construction worker turned around and gave him a nasty look. "Why do you care? You own this place?"
"No, I was just wondering what you were doing?"
"Look we got orders to build a new luxury building in this spot, so can you stop bothering me so I can do my job?"
Percy left the man in peace cursing under his breath as he saw the wrecking ball hit the side of the building blowing chunks of brick all over the place.
He walked in one direction from the construction site, anger exuding from him in waves, causing everyone on the sidewalk to give him a wide berth to avoid getting run over. He kept walking until he spotted a woman being robbed in an alley.
His vision went red, all the anger he had been feeling today started to come to a point. Unbeknownst to him gold slowly bled into his pupils giving him a divine look.
He made his way into the alleyway, rolling up his sleeves on the way in. He grabbed the man's shoulder and spun him around before slugging him across the face sending the man to the ground. He knelt and picked up the Glock 19 that Laid on the alley floor then tossed it across the alley where it came to lay at the feet of a shadowy figure.
He knelt next to the man and noticed that the man was already unconscious, causing him to scowl in disgust. Grabbing the man's head Percy raised it until his head was perpendicular with his knee then slammed it back into the asphalt causing the man's nose to shatter into pieces.
At this point the bloodlust had taken over and he was just pummeling the man senselessly until all that was left was a bloody pulp. When he was done Percy stood up but then stumbled and grabbed his head the gold slowly receded exposing his sea green eyes.
He grabbed his head in frustration as a splitting headache started to form. He kept trying to remember what he had done but it felt like there was a barrier that was only letting out a trickle of images and emotions. He looked down at the man and noticed that he was still breathing thankfully.
However, before he could call 911 for an ambulance, he heard someone clapping behind him.
"Well done Mr. Jackson I'm quite surprised at your ferocity and strength."
While he tried to deal with the growing headache, he also took a closer look at the man in front of him. The man was covered from head to toe in a skin-tight body suit that only exposed his head but that was the only thing he could get before a splitting pain from his headache made him lose his focus.
The man continued with some kind of proposition that he couldn't give a damn about because of the pain he was in but still decided to grab whatever was in the man's hand.
He clutched his head in pain as he walked over to the man and grabbed the card that was in the mans outstretched hand.
"I'll think about it" He managed to get out through gritted teeth. "What about the man?" Gesturing to the man lying on the floor.
"Don't worry I'll handle it."
Before walking off back to his apartment he gave the man one last skeptical look before another spike of pain made him grimace and head back to his apartment to think over tonight's events and to hopefully get rid of his splitting headache.
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3rd person P.O.V:
He had come to Gotham city last month on mission from lord Ra's al Ghul. His mission was to locate potential candidates for the League of Assassins in the cesspool known as Gotham City.
So far, his efforts were for naught. There were almost none who had the drive to act against evil with extreme prejudice. But recently he had come across a promising candidate, one who was filled with rage at the world just needed to manipulate a situation where the potential candidate would be forced to act.
"Give me your purse or I'll shoot you!"
He quickly noticed the theft that was happening in a nearby alleyway that was close to him. Now he just needed to lure the man to the alley, and he had it.
He dropped down from the roof, a plan had already formulated in his mind so he could make the most of this situation and hopefully accomplish his goal.
Once he successfully lured the target into the alley he watched with gleeful excitement as the target viscously pummeled the thief into a bloody pulp. But when he dropped down from the roof to confront the target. He was shocked to see gold instead of sea green pupils, but the gold quickly receded to expose piercing sea green eyes. He decided to file this away for later as the target had noticed his presence.
"Mr. Jackson, I have a proposition for you. I have watched you for some time Mr. Jackson and I believe that you would be a perfect candidate for a special program my employer is offering to special people such as yourself."
"Who are you and why do I have a splitting headache? The target grimaced as another spike of pain came from his headache. "The only thing I can remember is looking into this alley and my vision going red, then nothing."
"Who I am is not important, but you may call me Mr. M " He gestured to the bleeding body of the thug on the floor. "You came upon the unfortunate sight of a drug addict robbing a poor woman at gun point and you reacted accordingly."
"My employer is looking for worthy people to carry out his vision of a better world. I believe that you can help accomplish that dream."
Once he finished his explanation the target left the alleyway probably to take care of his headache.
"Disgusting," He withdrew a small black knife from his pocket and knelt next to the man. He could hear the faint breathing of the man. With one quick slash he slit the throat of the man, ending his life in a slow and painful death. He got up from the floor and flicked the blood from the knife before placing it back in his pocket and walking off.
3rd Person P.O.V: Percy Jackson
When he finally stumbled through the door into his apartment after unlocking it, he immediately noticed that it was completely trashed, as if someone was looking for something.
It seems they hadn't found what they were looking for though and had trashed the place in their frustration. He went deeper into his apartment until he suddenly felt a crunch under his foot. When he looked at what had caused the sound, he discovered the broken remains of a photo. The photo was of his mother and him, they were at the beach in Montauk for his 10th birthday. She had died giving birth to his half-sister Estelle and now he was without his mother, his rock, his confidant, during hard times.
Percy took his eyes off the sad picture. He then drifted into the living room where he saw that the television was still on. The news channels were showing footage of a massive fire in Washington D.C at a building only called Cadmus Labs.
Suddenly a loud crash sounded through the apartment originating from the kitchen. Percy formed a dagger from water and hardened it before he made his way to investigate.
When he rounded the corner, he came upon the sight of a man. The man was searching his kitchen for something, his moves were skittish and delirious from drug use. He was constantly mumbling to himself, but the only thing he could make out from it was that he was searching for an object of some kind.
The man eventually noticed his presence and twirled around to face him. In his hands was a bunch of Percy's personal items.
Percy rushes at the man, intent on stopping him but the man pulled out a gun and then placed it against his chest before he could swat it away. He looked down and saw that it was just under his rib cage, he knew that it wouldn't kill him but it would hurt like hell and he didn't feel like having a sore stomach.
A... a-alright kid, your gonna let me walk outta here Scott free and you ain't gonna chase me. Got it?"
Percy nodded his head in understanding, at this cue the man started to inch towards the open doorway that Percy had entered from.
Once the man had exited the kitchen, Percy had recovered from his paralyze and went to see where he went. But when he walked through the doorway, he discovered the dead form of the robber and a masked figure over top of the body.
The figure stepped over the body and headed for Percy, whilst flicking the still fresh blood, from the knife in its gloved hands. When the figure was a few feet from him, it pulled its mask done revealing itself as M, the man from the alleyway.
"People like him need to be eradicated from this world." The man gestured to the dead body on the floor with a look of disgust crossing his features. "The only thing these people do is take and take, never giving anything back. So, I'm asking you again will you help out cause Perseus?" He raised his hand to Percy and waited.
Percy was tempted by the offer, he really was, the constant violence in the world had sickened him, he never noticed it when he was twelve but now, after going through two wars he could see it everywhere and he wanted to end it. Percy grasped the man's hand, causing a grin to appear on his face.
"I'm glad that you have decided to join us Mr. Jackson. Please arrive at these coordinates at 3:00pm tomorrow for pickup." The man withdrew a black card from his pocket and gave it to him. The words Yang's Kung Fu dojo was written across it along with an address.
When Percy looked up from inspecting the card, he noticed that the man had disappeared and now he was left with a dead man in his ruined apartment.
Another headache started to form as he realized the idiocy of this situation. "Why does this happen to me?" With these words Percy knelt and cleaned up the blood with his powers, forcing all the blood to go down his kitchen sink and leaving him with just a body that he threw into the nearby dumpster near his apartment
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That's a wrap
Don't hate me guys. I know the whole "Percy had to move away to protect his family" thing is super cliché but it's true and before you start rioting because I killed sally, I had to. I want Percy to be a bit apathetic from his actions he's tired of the unfairness of the world and thinks the only way to change it is through bloodshed kind of like the Punisher but worse and hope the angst wasn't too much.
Also, about the angst in this chapter. I want to set the mood of the story, don't worry there will be some fluff not all angst, but I want Percy to come across as a gray character that was on the borderline of becoming dark but needed a push to really become evil.
The italics represent when Percy is being influenced by something, it's also the reason why his eyes turned gold so watch out for that.
I'll give a cookie to however tells me the reason why Percy's irises turned gold, PM me the answer if you do know. (hint: it's not because of Kronos.)
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter I'll be updating a Long Way from Home next so go check it out if you haven't.