So, the winner wanted her OC's in the story and I believe they will have a major part in the story. The answer to the question was Maria di Angelo. Enjoy this new chapter! Also, the OC twins, Kia and Ajax Hale, are not mine, they belong to .harris211. The quotes at the bottom also belong to the winner.
"Hate leaves ugly scars."
-Said to Percy Jackson
"Well, as you can see I have plenty of scars, what's a few more gonna do that he didn't already do?"
-Replied the son of Poseidon
"Percy! Hey, yo, Percy!" The nine year old turned to see Ajax Hale and his sister running down the street, trying to catch up with him. Perseus didn't bother holding back his sigh of annoyance. He just wished they would leave him and his… household, alone. It was none of their business to what went on behind closed doors.
Ignoring the boy's calls, Perseus kept walking like he wanted to go the house. Which he didn't.
"Hey!" A hand gripped his shoulder and, in a panic, Perseus ripped away from the touch, but didn't bother to walk away again.
With his back still turned, Perseus made sure the large dark hoodie hid his neck and arms. He pulled the hood lower on his head, hiding his face in the shadows. Hopefully, the sunglasses hid the part of the scar that the hood couldn't.
Turning around, Perseus fixed the boy with a glare even through he knew the boy was unable to see him.
"What do you want, Hale?" A quick look around the boys shoulder, "And little Hale." She scowls, and steps around her brothers protective body.
"I'm not little. Jax is only older than me by 15 minutes. Anyway, how are you today, Percy?" Her voice has a sympathetic lit to it, which only causes Perseus to scowl angrily.
"My name is not Percy, it Perseus. Say it with me now, Per-sea-us. Perseus. And how I am today, or any other day is. Not. Your. Business. Now take your nose and stick it somewhere else because it's not wanted here."
Her face crumbles for a second, but the boy can't find it in himself to feel anything about it.
"Look, Percy," -he scowls at the repulsive nickname- "I know how you feel and I- we want to help you."
The ground trembles slightly when Perseus takes a foreboding step towards the twins.
"Help me? Help me? You don't want to help me! No boDY WANTS TO HELP ME! NOBODY WANTS USED GOODS, NOBODY WANTS A BROKEN TOY!" He rips off his sunglasses, his normally dark murky green eyes, toss and turn between a violent green to a dark void green, sucking the twins into their riptide.
Kia gathers her courage.
"But-"
The raging child takes another step forward, sending shock waves through the ground, making Kia and Ajax stumble before falling, entailing together.
Something in Percy snapped as he stalked towards the fearful kids three years his elders. The air suddenly became dry, like something was leaching the moisture from the air, the temperature dropped, even through it was spring turning summer, a blueish-green aura shined around the child, but black sneaked throughout it like broken glass.
"But what. You're different from every other shitty person that lives on this miserable planet? No matter what you say, your EXACTLY like everyone else who's sliver lined words hide the blackness of their meaning. There's nothing left here you can help. I'm a slave that can't control their own life. I'm so weak I'm not sure how I'm still standing. I'm so worthless there is nothing I can do right, nothing I can contribute. I'm a retard that can't think for themselves. I'm a Toy who has no purpose anymore. I'm a basterd born from a relationship that shouldn't have happened in the first place." Perseus' voice was horse the whole time throughout his rant but still it seemed to echo around the children.
His eyes go back to their darky murky green, but the twins can now clearly see the black cracks moving in their endless depths.
He turns to walk away when a voice stops him.
Ajax is back on his feet, favoring his right leg.
"What are you hiding, Perseus Jackson? What under that mask you where so much that you can't even take it off?"
He once more looks Ajax right in his eyes, causing the older child to flinch, but keep his gaze steady. With a steady hand and a black face, Perseus flips back his hood, showing his pale complexion and a long scar going from the left corner of his right eye brow, across his eye, to the right corner of his mouth. Purplish-blue bruises are shown wrapping around his throat, and other nicks and cuts.
With a calm, quiet, and low voice, Perseus answers his question.
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"A monster who wants to kill you where you stand and laugh about it."
"Percy, if you ever feel upset or lost, just look at the stars,
they'll give you hope."
-Kia Hale to Percy Jackson
"Kia… the stars don't shine for monsters."
-Percy Jackson to Kia Hale
QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Who was the first god Percy ever met?
You get until I post the next chapter to answer this question.
