Prologue
Percy's POV 2009 12-year-old Percy
Percy felt his back getting trapped against the moldy wall. Ten highly equipped mercenaries had their rifles locked onto his skull while the leader approached him. He hated feeling so weak and unable to do anything as the leader produced a syringe with a clear liquid inside it. As quick as lightning, the leader stabbed it through his neck and he felt himself losing consciousness.
He woke up in a medical bed even though he knew by instinct that no doctor will knock him out then heal him. He also knew that no hospital would strap their patients to the bed with metal cuffs. Percy heard a metal door open as a skinny doctor holding a very thick file accompanied by a burly bodyguard who had almost no neck.
"You have been a hard man to find, I hope you know that," he said while opening the file.
"Wow, I feel so honored to have creepy doctors stalking me everywhere I go," responded his snarky attitude. The doctor ignored him and started reading the file.
"Let's see, kicked out of several schools, your first step-father is missing, your second step-father is deceased, your mom is deceased, your father is lost at sea, and no relationships with any. Reported to be a mutant for having hydrokinesis," the doctor read out loud.
Percy turned pale, they were going to make him into a puppet for their bidding. He remembered the news saying that there was a kid who can manipulate lighting and another kid who can manipulate fire. After their identities were revealed, they both disappeared the next day.
"Please escort subject 009 to the chamber."
"I have a name dumbass," he replied.
"Not for long."