DISCLAIMER : Percy Jackson belongs to Rick Riordan.

2. Apollo

His stepfather almost killed him.

Percy was grateful of his weird power he had because he was full healed the next morning. To his stepfather's mind, he was a dream. Percy didn't know why. The young teen was living with his stepfather since his mother's death. He didn't even know his birth father, her mother didn't write his father's name on his birth certificate. He was alone. He felt so lonely and so unloved. He was a young boy with no friends, no real family. Percy had only a creepy ability to heal and to play music. He couldn't understand why.

"So you survived ? Maybe a night in the streets will get ride of your pathetic life !" His stepfather – Gaby – spat. He grabbed his stepson's arm and threw him on the ground. Percy dared to not move. Perhaps he will be left alone. Gaby did. He left the room groaning against his pathetic stepson.

Percy tried to not cry. He tried to smile like the son but he couldn't. It was too hard. He broke his wirst which was already healing. No one wanted him even at school. He had no friends to talk, to play. He was the outcast that nobody wanted to hang with. The door slapped, he thought he was finally alone but Gaby came back with his friends. Eddy – or whatever his name was – laughed sadistically grabbing Percy by the hair.

"Let's play boys." Gaby smirked.

Hell happened.

He almost died once again. His stepfather or maybe one of his friends let him nearly dead in the streets behind a trashcan. His weird power healed him once more. They broke several bones, burned his skin, slapped him. Percy could not understand why people were so cruel. He stayed put while days before to be able to get up. Instead of come back home, Percy started to live in the streets. It was much better than living with his cruel stepfather or going at school where he was bullied each day.

Percy leaned against a tree, he wrapped his arms around his legs. He ignored the pain increasing, he was pulled up in another fight with some stupid gangs. He just wanted to be alone. No one seemed to understand that. He spent nights at the park, he spent days to walk around the city of New York. He remembered his mother's death, he dreamed of her death each night. He saw each night his stepfather killing her. Percy closed his eyes, he missed a lot his mother. His tears were rolling down on his cheeks as he mourned over his mother's death again.

Did someone wanted him to be alive ? He thought bitterly. He felt so lonely. Why his mother married a man who hated so much his guts ? He could not erase the violent fight between his mother and Gaby of his memory, she lost her life, she died in front of him. Percy remembered each time where his mother told him about the Greek Gods, the Greek mythology. Pleasing memories. He missed too much his mother, she was his light in his world of darkness.

The police found him somehow. They gave him to Gaby who acted like the best comedian ever. When the police left, hell began once more. He got beaten by his stepfather, he got insulted by the same man, and for the first time Percy answered back. Gaby punched him hard, Percy ran away from him ignoring the constant pain.

Percy threw himself in hell, in each fights, he fought the monsters which tried to kill him for some reason. No one bar him could see them. It was strange. He passed his thirteenth years old alone as usual, he closed himself from the rest of the world. He spoke if necessarily. He survived two years in the streets avoiding like plague the police.

Long Island (New York) – Camp

Dionysus or more called as Mr. D sighed. He needed to send some demigods to find the demigod who was driving every satyr insane. He rubbed his hands. Who could do the job ?

"Chiron." He began. "Send Grover and two demigods in New York to retrieve the future camper."

The centaur nodded. He went out to find Grover and two demigods. He asked to Will Solace an Apollo's kid and Peter Peterson an Ares' kid to go with Grover. They nodded and prepared themselves for their mission.

New York – somewhere

Percy let a growl as he watched the dog taking a step back. He stood up like a proud Lion, he glared at the dog's owner and went out of the store. He has everything he needed. And no one noticed something. The young teen realized something was off. Monsters were seeking him among the crowd. He needed to get out of there. And quickly. He ran past a group of three people, Percy turned left then ran miles to get out. But the monsters found him anyways.

"Leave me the hell alone you fuckin' asshole !" He screamed exhausted.

"Poor little demigod." An ugly face mocked him as it approached him.

"You're going to die little demigod. No one will save your poor ass." A monster said with a smirk on its horrible face.

"Who says he was alone ?" A male voice asked surprising everyone.

Two males jumped in front of Percy stunned him. Who were they ? Percy pulled back leaving them in front of the monsters. They seemed more skilled than him. Percy was too much tired to fight more. He hadn't eaten in days. He only drank in order to keep him alive. He pulled out his knife when a monster succeeded to sneak out behind him, it hurt him but Percy succeeded to kill him. Percy blacked out because of the lack of food, of sleep and because of his too much injuries that his weird healing didn't cease to work on. His body was exhausted.

"We need to get at the camp now." Grover said worried as the two demigods finishes the monsters.

"He's in a bad shape. Give him nectar and ambrosia. Then we'll move quickly." Will ordered after looking to the demigods.

Long Island (New York) – Camp

The new demigod was laying on a bed. A few Apollo kids were working on his injuries. Chiron's eyes widened as a symbol appeared above the half-blood's head. That soon ?! It meant that Apollo had keep an eye on him.

"Chiron. It's bad." Will stuttered furious to the centaur.

"What happened to him ?" He dared to ask whereas he had a feeling that he will not like it.

"He's gone without food for days. He has been beaten a lot. His body is exhausted. His ability of healing overworks him. He has a demigod exhaustion. He's clearly bullied, malnourished and abused a lot. Without his capacity of healing, he would have died." The son of Apollo answered.

Chiron paled. Dionysus said nothing but inside of him he was pissed off. He already knew that Apollo will be piss of to learn that. The God of Wine quickly left the room and flashed to Olympus. He needed to talk to Apollo.