Last time we left off with poor Percy losing everything. If you haven't read We'll figure this out Part 2 Annabeth you should know this is a spin off from part of the story. It's an alternate universe. It's going to start off sad, but I will try to put funny and happy stuff into it as I write more.

Disclaimer, I do not own Percy Jackson, all rights belong to Rick Riordan.

Percy didn't know how long he had been running. He still didn't know where he was running to. All he knew was one; it was dark, two; he was cold, three; the pain in his arm had intensified to a hundred, and four; he was completely exhausted. On top of all of that he was hungry. He didn't know if he could keep moving. The fourteen year-old wondered what he was supposed to do.

He had never lived on the streets before.

It couldn't be too hard. His old friend Tyson survived on the streets and he seemed to do fine. If Percy remembered correctly the big kid use to live in a refrigerator box. He shuddered regretfully, living on the street wouldn't be easy. Percy could see how painfully obvious Tyson's misery was, but Gabe would never allow any charity be given to the unfortunate kid.

With a sigh Percy searched each ally he passed by for a box big enough to fit himself in. Each time he had almost found a place to crawl into for the night he discovered that it was already occupied by a homeless person or it was way to soggy for anyone to consider using it for a bed. Seeing as he had no choice in the matter, Percy decided Central Park would be his best option. His uninjured arm clutched onto his bag and his other was tucked comfortably into his jacket he continued to his destination.

He was starting to reach the busier parts of the city. Usually he'd never be out this far without his mother, but he had no choice. Percy tried not to cry out each time an uncaring person shouldered their way past him and hit his wound. The last thing he needed was for someone to recognize he was hurt and send him to the hospital. He feared what his future would hold if the state took him into their care.

Percy eyed the signs lining the street lamps. He knew he was getting closer and closer to his destination. The thought of finally being able to rest made his whole body feel heavy. He wanted to just curl up and give into the bliss of sleep. Sleep would provide him peace, though he knew it would only be for a few hours.

To his ever lasting relief he could see Central Park coming into view. It was also lit up by lamps, but Percy knew that there were many bridges and tunnels he could rest in. From the few times he had gone to the park he could never forget it's beauty (or how fun it was to hide in the tunnels). He felt his throat catch as he remembered how much he enjoyed playing hide-and-seek with his mom when he was little. After strengthening his resolve Percy ran across the street and into the green flourished land.

It didn't take him too long to find the perfect place to sleep. He set his bag down and rested his head on it. Percy closed his eyes thinking the emotional and physical trauma he had experienced that day would have made it easy to fall asleep. That wasn't the case however. The young teen's thoughts kept wondering to the tears in his mother's eyes as she spoke her final words to him. He could almost hear the fist shot ringing through the air again.

He gave another vain attempt to fall asleep, but in a moment of panic he began rifling through his bag. Percy found his flashlight and grabbed the photo of him and his mom. His finger's traced over his mother's features. Her smile was pure untarnished joy. Hiccups escaped him as he thought about how she'd never again give him that kind smile that made his day so much better. The smile that told him that he was loved.

"I love you too mom." He whispered the words he wish he could have uttered to her one more time.

Percy put the flash light back into his bag, but he kept the picture rested over his heart. His exhaustion took over and he was finally taken into the arms of a dreamless sleep.

"Hey kid." A voice hissed at him. Percy felt someone poke his injured arm sharply. "Kid are you dead?"

Slowly Percy's eyes opened. Everything looked so blurry and bright to him. He groaned as he brought his heavy body into a upright position. The man kneeling next to him jumped back spewing a couple curses in surprise. The man wore a beat up old jacket that hung loosely on him and pants that were worn right on through. His hair was grey and filthy. The man's face didn't seem to be any better. It seemed as if he was found by homeless person.

Percy realized that he was homeless now too.

"Holy Knish!" the homeless man exclaimed. "I saw the blood and I thought, well you know."

The teen looked at his bloody arm. He had put a make shift wrap on it the night before, when he was sure that Paul was not following him, but after that he paid no mind to it. Blood had seeped through it since then, although Percy was sure that the bleeding was done. He knew that he needed to get it cleaned and remove the bullet, but he didn't have the resources or money to do anything.

"It's fine." Percy lied. "Just a scratch."

The man scowled and studied the wound, "A scratch my-"

"Sir." Percy interrupted. "Can you tell me if you've heard of a man named Chiron?"

"The name's Dutch." He told the teen sharply and began scratching his stubble covered chin. "And I don't know no 'Chiron', but I might be able to tell ya' something if you give me that bag of yours."

As much as Percy wanted to find this Chiron guy, he wasn't about to give up everything he owned for fake information. Percy shook his head at Dutch and began to collect his things. He had a feeling staying there in the tunnel with 'Dutch' wouldn't be the best idea. Even worse, like an idiot, Percy turned his back to the man. The first blow landed on the back of his head.

"Ugh."

Percy let out a sharp breath and fell to his knees. If he wasn't so weak from blood loss, a hit like that wouldn't have affected him so much, but the man might as well of had a bat in his hands. He franticly reached for the bag, hoping to intercept Dutch's hands. Percy had been a moment too slow. His already abused nose was greeted by the blunt end of the bag. He watched on pathetically as Dutch ran off with everything he had left in the world.

The teen scrambled and tried to get to his feet. His shoes slipped on the damp asphalt, by the time he recovered Dutch was gone. So was his money, clothing, food, and the picture of him and his mom. Out of anger Percy kicked the tunnel wall with all his might. Big mistake.

"I hate this!" He shouted as he cradled his smarting foot in his hands. Percy's green eyes wondered upward. "What did I do? What did I ever do?"

GRRRR

Percy's stomach rumbled angrily. He hadn't eaten since the day before at lunch. With a grimace, he remembered that his lunch had fled him that afternoon. In reality Percy was more than hungry, he felt as if he were starving. Would this ever end?

He sighed and decided he should stop focusing on food and begin his search for Chiron. The woman in the water, ha no, he's not crazy, she had told him that people would be after him. She said they wouldn't hesitate to kill him. He may be depressed, but dying wasn't something he was ready to do. He knew his mom would want him to keep moving forward. Seeing her picture had reminded him of that.

But the picture was gone now. Percy swallowed the lump and his throat and began limping into the sunlight. He figured that it was noon because of how high the sun was and how hot the air felt. Since it was Saturday many people were inhabiting the park. Taking a deep breath in he began to wander around the hoping to work his way out.

Other than strange glances he'd receive from other park goers Percy was widely ignored. Every once in a while people would stop him and offer their phone so he could call someone. He politely refused every time, neglecting to tell them there was no one for him to call.

"Percy Jackson?" a even voice asked. Turning on his heel the young teen saw two burly men in Police uniforms standing behind him.

"Y..Yes?" He stammered. The one who spoke looked him up and down, his eyes rested on the hastily doctored bullet wound on Percy's arm.

"We've been looking for you young man." the cop continued. "Your teacher, Mr. Blofis, he's very concerned about your safety. He warned us you were injured."

Percy's whole body tensed. Something felt, off, about these two. The second one was looking at him hungrily with reptilian like eyes. The teen did a double take and blinked. His vision wasn't playing tricks on him, the man literally had pulps slit like a reptiles. The first cop gave him a wide toothy grin.

"Can we just cut all of this small talk and eat him?" the snake eyed cop asked. A forked tong flicked from between his lips as he hissed at Percy. He blinked at the guys statement. Can they what now?

The spikey toothed cop wacked the guy on the head. "You're an idiot, you know Kronos is paying a lot of money for demigods. Think Killer."

"How much?" Killer muttered. "This one smells almost too good to just let him pass Slate."

Percy didn't know who Kronos was, but he had a feeling Killer and Sate were two of the people who the woman had warned him about. He scanned his surroundings. An even larger crowd was entering the park. Maybe he could rush into it and out run these guys.

"I'm sure a large reward." Slate growled.

While they arguing with each other about his fate, Percy turned on his heel and began to run towards the group of people with all of his remaining energy. He could faintly hear the 'cops' yelling and knew they were probably chasing right behind him. To his relief he was able to easily plunge into the crowed. Being as thin as he was, Percy was able to slide himself through people and maneuver more easily than the fake cops.

He'd occasionally hear someone cuss at him when he hit them with his shoulder, but he didn't care as long as distance was put between him and the monsters. Percy was able to discover the exit to the park and he continued towards Times Square. When he finally dared to look over his shoulder he could see that the men were still trying to squeeze their way through the people.

Killer spotted him and pointed, "There! Hold it demigod!"

Percy did the only logical thing. He kept on running away from those two. Times Square was especially busiy during the afternoon and Percy planned to use it to his full advantage. He used the crowed to cover his turn onto the street at his right. He bolted through a couple.

"Watch it punk!" The man called after him.

He ignored the man. Something in his gut told him to turn left and he swerved sharply to the sidewalk on the right side of the street. Percy, with adrenalin as his guide, continued to run down the street. With a surprise he finally noticed the Empire State building rising up as he grew closer. His mom had refused to take him to the top of the building multiple times, but he never really understood why.

Percy sent another fearful glance behind himself. He prayed that he had lost the men. The teen had spent so much time focusing on what was behind him that he hadn't noticed he was heading for a head on collision with someone. Percy grunted as he fell backwards onto the ground.

"Hey." The person he ran into complained.

Wow, I am so mean to Percy. What do you guys think of my spin off so far? I'm excited to see where it's going! Who is this mysterious person? Also I've only been to New York once so please don't get angry if I am inaccurate about the distances, I am going off my memory of being there.